Interesting Trip
Alexandria, VA
Friday, 6:57 AM
The sun began to shine through dusty blinds on a fourth floor apartment. The sun kisses the face of the man sprawled, with a TV remote in hand. His eyes begin to flutter open as the light couldn't hide in the darkness that enveloped the room. He slowly swings his lanky torso into a seated position. His hands cover his face, the thumbs rubbing the headache from the temples only provided temporary relief. Looking down, he notices he didn't even bother undressing the night before, let alone removing his shoes. He looked at the clock on his shelf unit. It said it was 7 AM. Shaking his head, he maneuvered to the bathroom, shedding his clothes. He places his hands on the smooth ceramic sink, and lifting his eyes to the image in front of him.
He straightened himself up, and began the process of his morning routine, shaving his face, then he hops in the shower. The hot water felt amazing to him; the water makes contact with his head, cascading down, to him in a slow motion fashion. He couldn't help but stand there, and let it happen. He finally began the process of cleaning himself up and exited the shower, draped in a towel. He begins to get dressed when his cell phone rings. He walks over and picks up the call. "Mulder?"
"Agent Mulder, this is Assistant Director Skinner. I need to see you and Agent Scully in my office as soon as you get here. It's about a new case that I got a 2 AM phone call on." Mulder was perplexed. "Yes sir," he responded. "I will be on my way here shortly, and have you contacted Scully?" Mulder hears a slight cough on the end of the line. "Yes, she is on her way now." Mulder nods as he begins to grab his suit out of the closet. "I will be there shortly, sir." They hang up and within 15 minutes, he was out the door and headed straight for the Hoover building.
Hoover Building
8:15 AM
The hallways were bare, not a soul in sight, which made Mulder nervous. He reaches A.D. Skinner's reception area and his secretary was nowhere in sight. Before he could sit down, his boss's door opens and he peered his head out the door. "Agent Mulder," Skinner's voice crackled. "Please come in and have a seat." As he stepped inside, he can see that Scully had also arrived. In the corner sat a gentleman, roughly 50, salt and pepper hair, built from what Mulder could tell in a seated position.
"Agents, we have a very serious problem. Apparently, Mr. Davis from the Air Force Office of Special Investigations contacted us needing our help, in a joint OSI and FBI tasking, which OSI is taking point." Both Scully and Mulder look at the man. "You two will be going in undercover, but there is a slight twist. You will also be joined by another one of his agents." The man stands up and adjusts his suit. He walks over to the privacy entrance door and knocks twice. The door opens and a young girl, who looked to be 12 comes out of the door. She stood no taller than five foot without the tall heels she was wearing. Her torso was short, slim, yet fit. Her strawberry blonde hair rests lightly on her shoulders, and her eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses.
"What is this?" Scully exclaimed. "You can't just send us undercover with a kid!" Mr. Davis and Skinner let out a chuckle, and the girl's face showed that she was attempting to stifle the laugh. Skinner was about to say something, but she her hand up, silencing him. Skinner stood up and closed the shades. She removed her shades, Mulder and Scully's jaws dropped. Her eyes were a light ice blue, so light; it almost blended with the whites of her eyes. "Exactly how old do you think I really am Agents?" Mulder looked at Scully. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you are 12." Scully looked at Mulder then back at her. "I would say 14"
Skinner and Davis began to chuckle. The girl grinned. "Ma'am, I say take your number and double it and you have the right answer." The agents were shocked. "I have a genetic disease," she continued. "It's called 'Nonmatura Disease' which basically I stopped growing and developing at a certain age, and in my case I was 14 when I stopped developing. It also allowed me to be able to infiltrate harder targets when it comes to family involved crimes and even drug smuggling in schools." Skinner took the conversation from there.
"Your job is to observe a neighborhood who may be involved in drug smuggling. The reason the OSI is on this is because the suspects have ties to the military, and with it being the Air Force, everyone knows everyone. So you can tell who is who there. You guy's won't be too suspicious because the neighborhood is a mix of military and civilian families." The young girl hands each agent a packet. "These are your ID's, credit cards, passports, the whole bit. We will be leaving tomorrow for Boston." She heads to the door. "Oh, my name is Kira… Kira Stanson." Upon exiting, Skinner reaches into his desk drawer, pulls out some money. Davis makes his way to the desk and was handed a small wad of cash. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Walter." He turns and exits the office. Scully looked at her boss in confusion. "Am I to assume you placed a bet on whether we guessed her age?" Skinner looked uncomfortable. "I guessed that you would get within 5 years of her age, and as you can guess I lost. You guys are dismissed." The agents stood with a nod, grabbed their packets and headed out the door. Both of them had the same thought running through their heads. "This is going to be an interesting trip."
En Route to Boston, MA
Two Days Later, 1:48 PM
The trip to Boston was uneventful. Scully sat next to Kira on the flight to get to know her a little better, especially her medical condition. "I am really not that hard to figure out," She began, "I finished school early mainly because I was homeschooled my high school years due to my condition, being harassed by other students and what not. Mind you, I could take care of myself, my parents didn't want me to go through all that." Scully was more curious. "How did you get this job then?" Kira smiled. "Both my parents were cops and even were partners at a time. Whenever there was a case going undercover, we went as a family. My parents taught me basic self-defense and had me trained in multiple traditions of martial arts, taught me weapons handling, shooting, etc. After they died, I got picked up by OSI after being referred from a prior case. I had started with that ever since." Scully was shocked by her story, even felt sorry, but through her conversation, she was very comfortable with having Kira, or according to their reports, Sarah Parker, in their company.