A/N: Hey, Bravers. Okay, so I wrote a multi-chapter The Brave fic. *gasps* Yes, me, multi-chapter, I know! I'm shocked too! Anyways...
It will have 6 Chapters. It's predominantly Jazmir, but there also are Jalton moments in there.
Finally, this was inspired by a picture form crcssrcads on IG. So thanks for the inspo, girl, and go check her out, she does amazing edits! I also post the pic on my IG ( KirstenSmee)!
Okay, enough rambling, I own nothing but the plot of this story. Dean's the KING! Hope you enjoy and, please, leave a comment below if you did!
Jaz sighed loudly, clearly frustrated.
"You're not listening to me! My name is Sergeant Jasmine Khan. I am working with the CIA to take down one of the most elusive arms dealers in the world Ranier Boothe. My partner, CIA agent Amir Al-Raisani is missing. So you need to let me go because I need to find him before Boothe kills him," Jaz explained her situating to the FBI agents in front of her for the second time, this time saying her words slowly and pointedly, hoping that the agents will believe her this time around. But no joy.
"We hear you. But, unfortunately, your fingerprints didn't come up in any of the databases. Not the army's, not the CIA, nowhere. In fact, it seems that all information about you has been wiped from existence. Which in our experience doesn't mean anything good," said one of the FBI agents, Ezekiel Carter was his name.
"And since we picked you up with a small arsenal of assault rifles in your possession, that just so happen to be same ones that went missing from an army base last month, frankly we have a hard time believing you. Though I got to admit, the tale you're spinning is one of the most original ones we have ever heard," the other agent, Joseph McGuire, chimed in. With agent Carter nodding his head.
They have been interrogating Jaz for the better part of an hour after they let her marinate in the interrogation room for another. Jaz had to admit, the circumstances of her arrest weren't stellar. She was in a room full of army's assault rifles. With two dead men by her feet. And although the rifles being stolen was just a cover story, they were actually given to her and Amir as part of their arms dealer couple cover story, FBI didn't know that. So it looked bad. However, what bothered Jaz the most was the fact that the FBI agents didn't even try hearing her out. I guess she will have to bring out the big guns now.
"It's not some story I am trying to sell you. Call the Deputy Director of the DIA Patricia Campbell and she will confirm everything I just told you. She's running point on this op," Jaz tried to reason with the agents, hoping that they will actually contact Patricia, not just laugh it off. Only a few people knew of the Deputy Director's involvement in this mission. And at first Jaz wanted to keep it that way, but she needs to get out of this interrogation room more, so she had no choice but to tell the FBI about Campbell.
"DIA, huh?" agent McGuire questioned, clearly not believing her, "army, CIA, DIA. What next? Don't say you work for the FBI too."
That got Jaz's blood boiling.
"Patricia Campbell. Call her!" Jaz yelled at agent McGuire in a strained voice. That took him aback. And it was enough for agent Carter to start believing Jaz's story. So he motioned McGuire outside.
Once the two agents were out of the interrogation room, leaving Jaz angry and forced to do nothing, which was not a good combination, agent Carter spoke up.
"Maybe we should call Campbell?" agent Carter, nicknamed Preach, questioned the other agent.
"You can't be serious, Preach! She's clearly lying to us!" McGuire, who went by McG, replied, not believing that Preach would actually consider calling one the highest-ranking officials in the US defense sector.
"I mean we have nothing to lose. We have no idea who the woman in our interrogation is. And if Campbell can shed some light on it, why not try? The worst that can happen is she yells at us for wasting her time, because she doesn't know who she is," Preach tried to reason with McG.
"Okay, but you're calling her," Mcg gave up and decided to allow the older agent to chase his hunch.
"Let's get Noah to call," Preach answered with a mischievous smile on his face. He and McG liked to tease their fellow agent Noah Morgenthau by giving him tasks that they themselves didn't want to do, seeing that agent Morgenthau was the youngest among them. McG replied which a matching grin and they went to find Noah.
Ten minutes later all three FBI agents were sitting in Noah's office, listening to dead air as the DIA analyst they reached, Hannah Rivera, went to find Deputy Director Campbell. A few more minutes passed and then somebody finally picked the phone back up.
"Patricia Campbell speaking. Who am I talking to and why is Hannah saying that you have one of my team members in custody?" Campbell spoke in a sharp tone and McG's mouth dropped open. Was the woman in their interrogation actually telling the truth?
"FBI agent Noah Morgenthau here. With agents Carter and McGuire. And we are not sure if the woman in our custody is one of yours. She claims her name is Sergeant Jasmine Khan and that she is working with the CIA. But we couldn't find anything about her in any databases," Noah explained the situation to the Deputy Director.
"That's because we wanted it that way. Sergeant Khan is doing a deep cover operation, trying to take down Rainer Boothe. A man who sells weapons exclusively to terrorist cells and drug cartels. And we couldn't afford somebody tipping Boothe off by finding Jaz's name in the army or CIA databases," Patricia explained and continued, "what about her partner Amir Al-Raisani? Do you have him as well?" She sounded stressed, and maybe a little bit pissed off that the FBI was meddling in her operation.
"Miss Khan claims that he's missing. She said that Boothe is going to kill him," Preach spoke up. Now that they had confirmed that Sergeant Khan is who she says she is, Preach's mind was spinning with the possibility that because of them, the woman's partner might get killed.
The agent's heard typing in the background and then Hannah spoke up, "Amir's tracker is off. And his last known location is Boothe's safehouse."
"What does that mean?" chimed in McG not understanding where the analyst was going with it.
"It means that agent Al-Raisani is in grave danger. And you need to release Sergeant Khan immediately, so she can get to Boothe before he kills Amir," Patricia clarified. But nobody said or did anything which got Patricia even angrier.
"Get her on the phone. Now!" she yelled at the FBI agents. And that got McG moving quickly, calling someone to bring the women to Noah's office. And not 5 minutes later Sergeant Khan strolled into the office with an anxious expression on her face.
"She's here, deputy director," Noah alerted Patricia of Jaz's presence.
"Jaz, what happened?" Patricia got straight to the point. No time for pleasantries when Amir's life is on the line.
"We managed to finally schedule a meet with Boothe. But he's careful, so he wanted one of us to go to the meeting and the other stay with the weapons with his lackeys babysitting. And since this was probably our only chance to get to Boothe we decided to go with it. Amir went to the meet, while I stayed with the guns. We figured Boothe being a macho-man would want to deal with a man, not a woman. I took out two of the three men Boothe sent to stay with me and the weapons when FBI breached the perimeter. But the third got away, no doubt calling Boothe and telling him that me and Amir are FBI," Jaz explained.
"And now Boothe thinks that he lucked out and has captured an FBI agent that he can torture for information," Patricia finished Jaz's story to which Jaz hummed in agreement.
"I know where Boothe is keeping Amir. It's the only place Boothe owns that is remote enough. I can get to Amir and Boothe, but I need a team in case something goes wrong," the wheels in Jaz's head were turning as she voiced the plan she had just come up with.
"We want to help," suddenly Preach piped up and it caught both Jaz and Patricia off guard. They had almost forgotten that there were others listening as they were hatching a plan to save Amir.
"All due respect agent Carter, but this is a DIA matter, not the FBI's," Patricia replied but as she started to thank the FBI agent for his enthusiasm he interrupted the Deputy Director.
"It's our fault that your agent is in danger. So it's the least we can do," Preach said almost pleading with Campbell. They heard some more typing in the background and after a moment Patricia spoke up again.
"An ex-navy SEAL and communications specialist, top-notch ex-army medic and an ex-CIA agent that graduated top of his class," she listed off Preach, McGuire and Noah's backgrounds sounding almost impressed. "Okay, you can help. Get your asses to the DIA. We have an agent to rescue," Patricia deadpanned and the call was disconnected soon after.
The FBI agents gathered their stuff and they all drove to the DIA as fast as they could.