[Disclaimer: the usual, I don't own Xander Cage, Agent Augustus Gibbons,
Agent Toby Shavers of Yelena. I own Eleven, Maxine Blaire, Nikki 'rage'
Tran]
Xander paced around the half-empty room. Gibbons had already dismissed half of the crew for the investigation. Xander kept pacing, and pacing, not knowing what to do what to think, yet, at the same time, keeping that strong sense of identity he was known for.
"I told you, this was the end." Xander's deep voice rumbled out of nowhere. "I'm not taking any more of this." He spoke as he started to leave the room.
"What are you going to do X?" Gibbons rose to speak to the rogue agent. "You can't bring her back, now can you?" Xander reluctantly turned around.
"Hell, you have the technology, c'mon." Xander motions to Agent Toby Shavers "Just ask egg-boy there"
"I'm not here to play God." Toby spoke.
"We know you are." Xander laughed.
"Take this last mission, finish the job." Gibbons continued, Xander seemingly softened up.
"This is the end, the very last one?"
"I know you'll be back though." Gibbons smiled and then walked about the room again.
"Let's just get this done." Xander looked Gibbons straight in the eyes, convincing him to get down to business.
"We've been following a character named 'eleven', an operative for Nikki Tran. Tran has his workings in Miami, Toronto, parts of Europe, but more importantly, Hong Kong and Los Angeles." He paused to let a screen on the wall load up a picture of 'eleven'
"Great shot, I can really see who eleven is." Xander spoke sarcastically.
"Eleven is a pro, there is no trace of his identity other than a dark smudge on the screen." Another pause, this time to let a picture of an Asian girl to load up. "We believe that she is eleven's girlfriend, Maxine Blaire. We need eleven to infiltrate Tran's gang."
"What makes you think eleven is going to do that?" Xander asked.
"Word on the street is that eleven has a great attitude, one that is not greatly appreciated. Word on the street also says that eleven is getting sloppy, not caring about the boosts of cars anymore, eleven just needs one more bit of money, and he's retiring."
"So I have to talk to this Maxine Blaire, to get eleven on our side?"
"Yeah, I'm counting on you to get this done." Gibbons handed Xander a plane ticket. "You leave for LA in an hour, you'll be there tomorrow morning."
Xander paced around the half-empty room. Gibbons had already dismissed half of the crew for the investigation. Xander kept pacing, and pacing, not knowing what to do what to think, yet, at the same time, keeping that strong sense of identity he was known for.
"I told you, this was the end." Xander's deep voice rumbled out of nowhere. "I'm not taking any more of this." He spoke as he started to leave the room.
"What are you going to do X?" Gibbons rose to speak to the rogue agent. "You can't bring her back, now can you?" Xander reluctantly turned around.
"Hell, you have the technology, c'mon." Xander motions to Agent Toby Shavers "Just ask egg-boy there"
"I'm not here to play God." Toby spoke.
"We know you are." Xander laughed.
"Take this last mission, finish the job." Gibbons continued, Xander seemingly softened up.
"This is the end, the very last one?"
"I know you'll be back though." Gibbons smiled and then walked about the room again.
"Let's just get this done." Xander looked Gibbons straight in the eyes, convincing him to get down to business.
"We've been following a character named 'eleven', an operative for Nikki Tran. Tran has his workings in Miami, Toronto, parts of Europe, but more importantly, Hong Kong and Los Angeles." He paused to let a screen on the wall load up a picture of 'eleven'
"Great shot, I can really see who eleven is." Xander spoke sarcastically.
"Eleven is a pro, there is no trace of his identity other than a dark smudge on the screen." Another pause, this time to let a picture of an Asian girl to load up. "We believe that she is eleven's girlfriend, Maxine Blaire. We need eleven to infiltrate Tran's gang."
"What makes you think eleven is going to do that?" Xander asked.
"Word on the street is that eleven has a great attitude, one that is not greatly appreciated. Word on the street also says that eleven is getting sloppy, not caring about the boosts of cars anymore, eleven just needs one more bit of money, and he's retiring."
"So I have to talk to this Maxine Blaire, to get eleven on our side?"
"Yeah, I'm counting on you to get this done." Gibbons handed Xander a plane ticket. "You leave for LA in an hour, you'll be there tomorrow morning."