Andrea Collins. Twenty nine. Brown hair. Green eyes. Freckles. Tall. Pale skin. She was considered, by her training commander, to be one of the perfect agents. Sure, she usually trained quite well. Considering her NSA Agent status...
"Collins!" She heard. Her new identity is, Andrea Veronica Collins. She slowly finished dressing and then ran to stand in front of the General staring at her through the laptop.
"Yes?" She asked, making her laptop Skype screen bigger.
"Did you get your new assignment yet?"
"Yes ma'am." Andy answered.
"Did you get all the location details?" The Gen. Asked.
"Yes ma'am. I did." Andy answered.
"Good. There will be a private jet waiting to pick you up. It will drop you off near Burbank. When you get to your new home your car will be parked. It has all of your things that you were required to take along. Goodbye, and good luck." The General said before the call ended.
Andy sighed. "I'm Andrea Collins. I prefer Andy. I'm from Chicago, Illinois and I'm here to move in with some friends. I got a job transfer so they said I could move in." She kept repeating in her head while she walked to the airport.
She looked at the large jet as she was escorted to it. "Holy shit..." She said, staring up at it. Her mouth opened slightly as she walked into the jet. It isn't like she is not used to this, she is. But this jet...
"Beautiful." She whispered. She sat down and followed instructions from the pilot before take off. After take off, she was gripping the seat's arm rests and was still buckled up.
"Mild turbulence." The pilot said into the intercom. Andy smiled sheepishly at the air-hostess telling her where all the snacks were and handing her a menu.
"I hate flying." Andy whispered.
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After a while Andy unbuckled and got up, getting some snacks. Fruit snacks. Blue raspberry fruit snacks. She looked at the menu and grinned.
Caviar. Chicken Parmesan. Spaghetti. Salad. Bread sticks.
"Is this Olive Garden on a plane?" She mumbled as she read the rest menu. She got to the drinks and ordered a small glass of Scotch. She yawned absent-mindedly. Asking for the air-hostess. She rushed over.
"Could I get a salad with croƻtons, ranch dressing and bread-sticks?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm not a ma'am, I'm Andy." She muttered as the woman walked away.
Soon, Andy's food arrived and she grinned. She ate it slowly and finished it, wiping her mouth and chewing quite a few of the little candy like mints. She sipped her Scotch as she read the comics.
"Freaking Marmaduke..." She said. Soon she fell asleep and the flight seemed to go by like it was nothing. She was woke up by the air hostess. Grabbing her stow away bag she walked off the plane, making sure her legs were still there as where she was sitting on them.
She shook her head, really quickly running around as the taxi driver stared at her. She nodded in approval as she felt her legs again. She got into the taxi, giving the driver the address. He dropped her off and she rolled her eyes. She looked at her car and yelped.
"Baby I missed you!" She said as she threw herself at the car. Her nineteen seventy six black, Dodge Charger. She smiled and shined the hood of the car with her sleeve. She got into it, throwing her stow away bag into the back. Soon realizing a lot of her stuff wasn't there. Just a few boxes with things she was asked to pack and a few things she begged and pleaded to keep.
She shook her head, remembering the address and pulling out of the small lot, she drove around, looking at a few maps and walking into a mall. Buying quite a lot of clothes, some shoes, and going over to Victoria Secret ad buying some lingerie. She had paid for everything and walked out of the mall, setting all her shopping bags in the trunk of her car.
She drove back to the apartment complex and saw the Crown Victoria car that wasn't there earlier. She grinned, walking up to the door number that was written on the sheet of paper she had. She knocked and she heard.
"Who is it?" From a gruff voice.
She rolled her eyes, "Andy." She replied. She turned her head slightly and saw a one, human intersect staring at her through the window. She turned back to the opening door. Being greeted by a tall, blue eyed, well-built, NSA Agent. Her mouth dried a little.
"John." He said as he shook her hand. She nodded.
"I'll be right back..." He grunted in response. She quickly guessed he doesn't talk much and shook her head, going to her car. She glanced at John, seeing him staring at her car. She smiled to herself and grabbed her things, only make three trips to the guest bedroom John showed her to.
She wasted no time putting her things away. Underwear, bras, socks, tights and leggings in the top drawer. T-Shirts, sweaters and hoodies in the second drawer. Black clothes in the third drawer, jeans, shorts, and capris and cargo pants in the fourth drawer. She set her laptops, phone, and headset on the desk. Putting her surveillance equipment in the top desk drawer and putting paper, pens, pencils, and erasers in the second drawer.
Andy set all her pajamas into a small dresser beside her big one, then hung up blouses, dresses, skirts and dress pants into her closet. She hated dresses and skirts but wore them when necessary. She then face palmed. Realizing she was living with another agent. She quickly located all the bugs Casey had put in her room and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She said, leaving them be but marking where they were for future reference. She could have a little fun with that later. She walked out and John glanced at her.
"Nice car." Andy said to him. John nodded.
"Same to you." He replied. She sat down with her laptop.
"So." John said, trying to strike up a conversation. "Andrea."
"I prefer Andy." She cut in.
John seemed to write that down and Andy stopped smiling and looked at him like "Are you freaking serious?"
"Did General Beckman tell you everything?"
"About Bartowski you mean? Yeah. Human Intersect. Needs to be looked out for, blah blah."
"This job isn't, blah blah." Casey said. "It is hard work."
"Yeah. I know, thanks." She said. "By the way, I got told you are working at the BuyMore. Sarah works at Weinerlicious. Horrible name for a business." Andy said, "And I'll be working at the ice cream place down the street."
John nodded. "Good." He said, putting his head phones on and looking at his laptop.
Andy rolled her eyes. Walking back to her room. "This is going to be a long stay." She told herself, sitting on her bed with one of her laptops, browsing the Internet for the geography of Burbank.
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