9 The Deal

Nobody could believe it when it was announced that the Music Festival was bombed and the mortality was 99%. Only one percent survived and that were the officers manning the furthest gate! Clarke's two favourite Agents couldn't have imagined Clarke had made such a powerful bomb! A dirty bomb at that too. In just a day, the plane had been traced back to the rental and with the security cameras Clarke did not destroy, they came to know who was the one who did the deed. The FBI Director had to make a public speech once again becaus this was far too serious to let an assistant director of a site announce.

"My Fellow Americans, two days ago, our nation was attacked again by a domestic terrorist whom we all know as Clarke Sullivan. The October Music Festival was supposed to be a moment of joy and celebration but it was turned to a day of mourning. The terrorist known as Clarke Sullivan killed more than five hundred thousand people with the bomb she made and delivered via a stolen plane. She also killed the owner of the plane and every worker in there.

"The Nation and the Government mourns with the families of the deceased. The public is advised not to engage Clarke Sullivan at any cost and now that goes the same for any local law reinforcement. The FBI Fugitive task force together with National Guard have decided to take the lead in capturing this terrorist and bring her to justice, dead or alive. Anyone with information about her will be given two million dollars upon confirmation. Clarke Sullivan is an enemy of the United States of America and every ally of the great Nation. I will now take questions,"

Clarke was by then in Mexico. After dropping the barrel, he had flown back, refilled the gas tank before flying past the border in just one day. The country was still in shock after the bomb so it was safe to say she wouldn't be bothered much. When she was in Mexico, she ditched the plane and decided to trek past the desert part of Mexico. Her plan was probably go and become a personal body guard of a drug cartel. That way, she can be a thorn to the State's side. If she actually does well, she might even start receiving secret invitations to countries. The end game is receiving a nuke or a dangerous virus! With a nuke and the virus and her rap sheet, every country will be bowing to her! (A/N: To my dear FBI agent, this is fiction, not at all what I am thinking of doing. You know my internet history better than myself so don't mind how creative my mind works.)

Watching the news from a hotel, she came to know just how famous she had become just by killing civilians, police and Agents at once. She wondered how they would react if they knew she could probably kill them with just a knife in hand. She stayed in the small town for a week, the money she had gotten in the renter's safe keeping her going. At the start of the following week, she got a visitor. It was a mole looking man guarded by two men with AKs.

"Ms Sullivan, Mr Juan would like to talk with you," the man said.

"The fuck's Juan?" Clarke asked him. The two men behind him shouted angrily as they aimed their guns at her. Clarke frowned in slight irritation at how little she knew Mexican, or was it Spanish? The man saw her going for her gun and decided to diffuse the situation before they find themselves targeted by a serial bomber.

"Ms Sullivan, Mr Juan is a legitimate business man who would like to hire you. But he cannot be seen talking to you publicly or he would lose his credibility," the man said.

"You should have started with that! I almost killed you guys," she said dismissively and closed the door behind her. "Let's go then." The man sighed in relief and led her to a black SUV. He was a gentleman enough to open the rear left passenger door for her and she might have felt a bit irritated before but she was indifferent now. The vehicle departed once everyone was in.

"How did you guys find me so quickly?" she asked them.

"Everyone in that little town is our informant. When they told us that the infamous Clarke Sullivan was in town, Mr Juan decided to invite you over," the man answered.

"So, what kind of legitimate business does this Mr Juan do?"

"House flipping and such. On off hours, he likes to dabble in selling and distributing some coke here and there," the man said. Clarke nodded in understanding. Basically, the guy was a cartel boss.

The journey was not long, taking them to a ranch house. It was guarded heavily but what she could see were inexperienced men been holding guns. She could already see how she would pave a bloody but silent path all the way inside the ranch house and kill the boss. The man beside her saw how calculating she saw and smiled a little. The car stopped next to a fountain and a guard opened the door for her.

"Keep treating me like this and you guys might never enter my naughty list," Clarke told them. The man chuckled and led her around the ranch house to a shooting yard where a man in his mid thirties wearing a white suit was target practicing with ear muffs on. A guard had to tap his shoulder in order to inform him of his guest's arrival. He turned around and when he saw Clarke looking at him, he smiled fondly.

"Ms Sullivan, welcome to Mexico. I hope you had a pleasant week here," the man said with bright smile on his face as he went for a handshake.

"You guys are more friendly than my country," Clarke answered and took his hand.

"Yeah, I have heard of you reputation in America. I have to ask, why did you start doing the things you did?"

"Memory loss and a chance to accomplish great things," Clarke answered without losing a beat.

"Yes, to become the most wanted woman in every country," Juan said in a thinking pose.

"If I were to hit the major superpowers, all the countries will think me as a very powerful threat to be taken seriously. They will dedicate their resources so that they can kill or capture me and the more I thwart those plans, the more they will become desperate. Finally, I will be a walking calamity that they will not hesitate to use a nuclear bomb on and then I will be immortalized as the first person that have ever been dealt with by dropping a nuke on! I will be the villian they will write in books, films and even used to train law enforcers!" she said, a gleam in her eyes. What she couldn't say was that she would get a reward from the big guy when she completed her task of giving him entertaining and she knew what she would want, Lobo's regeneration. Juan was quite frightened by her dreams and hesitantly took a step behind. He had read and watched about super villians, never had he thought he would meet one.

"Your guy said you wanted something from me," Clarke casually said, the previous display of villiany disappeared without a trace.

"Y...Yes, walk with me," the man said. Clarke nodded and the two walked off, four guards walking behind them from a distance.

"As you know, Mexico is coming to an election date. I want to run for presidency but I am not confident enough to win against my opponents. One of them have the support from America, the other Russia, the third from China and the last one from Britain. I am afraid that they will crush me as soon as I announce I would be running."

"You want me to reduce the competition?"

"Yes. I am desperate enough to ask for your help,"Juan said.

"What do I get in exchange?" Clarke looked at Juan with narrowed eyes.

"If you can kill all four of them without fingers been pointed at me, I will give you an invitation to an exclusive Black Market auction," Juan said. Clarke was definitely tempted by that offer. A black market, the perfect place to find anything in the world! She had even heard Abraham Lincoln's hat had been sold to a collector via the black market. They should have a nuke, right?

"Will they be selling a nuclear bomb?" she asked.

"I don't think so. But I heard a new biological weapon inverted by the North Koreans might be there," Juan said and this excited the hell out of Clarke. Biological weapons are more scarier than nukes because they can spread to every corner of the world.

"Alright then, we have a deal," Clarke said, eagerly going to shake his hand. Juan felt a chill go through his spine as if he just sold his soul to the devil but he nonetheless took his hand.