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This was happening on missions over and over again. It was becoming more of a tradition than not. It would seem every time I would go I would almost get out, but guess who's always there, Sark. He loves to just come out of nowhere and try to steal my information. Most of the time I don't let him, but the two times he has been successful, it just makes me all angry inside. Well, I was to be going on another mission for SD-6. I was planning on meeting my arch-nemeses as usual. Just how, though.
I was sitting in the SD-6 conference trying not to fall asleep. I had gone on a mission for SD-6 on Monday, another for the CIA on Wednesday, and it was Friday and another mission for me. Sloane seemed a little off, but nothing too strange for me to handle.
"So you will go to Moscow to receive the key, which is locked up in the basement of this building," Sloane drags on. It seemed easy enough. I remember the last time I was in Moscow I didn't have the best time. Oh well, the mission seemed pretty easy. SD-6 wanted some key to open some box of Rambaldi's. My father was giving me death stares from across the table. I guess it was apparent that I wasn't paying attention.
"Alright, I guess we're done here, you'll leave tonight," Sloane concludes. We all grab our papers and file out of the gray conference room. My father stayed behind and waited for me. He followed me out and ushered me to a hallway to the side.
"Alright, two minutes. This is going to be a lot harder than Sloane has been portraying it to be, mostly because he doesn't know. We're you paying attention at all?" my father asks.
"Somewhat, anyway, continue," I whisper.
"Anyway, the CIA already knows about this mission and they are going to send you backup," he concludes before the pen beeps.
"Okay, well, I guess that's it," I reply.
"Good luck," my dad musters out.
I headed home to pack for this exciting mission. I wasn't too sure why my dad was freaking out about it, but I figured Vaughn would tell me as much. I wonder if Vaughn will be one of the back up agents? It would be nice. I walked in the house and notice that Francie wasn't home, she was probably at the restaurant. Some Friday night I was going to have. Fly to Moscow and eat crappy airplane food. Sounds exciting for me. I put my purse down, checked the message machine, and headed to make some tea. Then the phone rang, as usual.
"Joey's Pizza," he asks in his charming voice.
"Sorry, wrong number," I confidently reply.
Today I needed to see Vaughn. I was totally not in the mood to be going on this mission and he makes my day a little brighter, mostly because I can talk freely without worrying about what I'm saying. So I grabbed my car keys and headed out to the warehouse.
He's already here and I see him sitting in the shadows. My shoes are announcing my arrival so I see him get up from his spot.
"Hey," he starts.
"Hey, so what's the deal?" I ask.
"How much did your dad tell you?" Vaughn asks.
"Not much, you know how short we can talk at SD-6. All he told me was that I was going to have some back-up because Sloane was over-rating the mission."
"Yeah, he is. Well, the building you are supposed to get into is actually an old underground operations center for the KGB. It's now being used by some people in the Russian mafia to control their operations. Sloane didn't have this intel and the building is very highly guarded."
"What did Sloane think it was?" I ask.
"He told your father he believed it to be the basement of a Russian historian," he explains.
"Okay. So what's the plan?"
"You'll get into the basement through a secret passageway that our agents used in the 80s. They believe it still to be unknown to the Russians, but if it's sealed off, you'll have to try to get in the back way, which is going to be a lot harder. Your hopefully going to get in through the passageway and it will take you directly above the operations room. Now, if they are still using the old vault, it will be located at the very end of the tunnel. You should meet 2 of our agents in the tunnel and when you do, you'll go radio silent."
"Okay. Wow. Who are the agents?" I ponder.
"As much as I wanted to accompany you on this mission, they wouldn't let me. However, there's going to be two agents out of Moscow who have raided the building before. They know what their doing, so I guess you're safer that way."
"I'll have you on coms?"
"As usual," he smiles at that response.
"My guardian angel for every mission," I sweak out. "Oh, what about the key?"
"The agents in the tunnel with you will make a copy of it. Obviously we want SD-6 to have the real key, so we can see what's in the box."
"Good point," I say. I yawed really big at that point. "Sorry."
"Tired?" Vaughn asks.
"Yeah, this week as been totally crazy," I explain.
"Maybe you could go on a vacation soon," he suggests.
"I could," I respond. That doesn't sound like a bad idea either. "That sounds perfect right now."
"Yeah," he says. The uncomfortable silence comes again. Then I remember.
"You think Sark will be there?" I ask.
"Unless the key has another purpose, probably not since he won't have any use to getting the key," he explains.
"Valid point," I decide. "It just seems like in this past month I have run into him more times than not. That one time he even asked me to come work for him. He's so bogus."
"That was remotely funny, I do admit," Vaughn says.
"Well, I should be going. I want to try to enjoy some of my Friday afternoon," I say.
Vaughn shuffles his papers up, "Good luck, and seriously, think about that vacation. You need it."
I walk out of the warehouse happier, I would say. Now on to the mission.
***Drop me a line or two! I would jump for joy!*** Thanks, Masquerade
This was happening on missions over and over again. It was becoming more of a tradition than not. It would seem every time I would go I would almost get out, but guess who's always there, Sark. He loves to just come out of nowhere and try to steal my information. Most of the time I don't let him, but the two times he has been successful, it just makes me all angry inside. Well, I was to be going on another mission for SD-6. I was planning on meeting my arch-nemeses as usual. Just how, though.
I was sitting in the SD-6 conference trying not to fall asleep. I had gone on a mission for SD-6 on Monday, another for the CIA on Wednesday, and it was Friday and another mission for me. Sloane seemed a little off, but nothing too strange for me to handle.
"So you will go to Moscow to receive the key, which is locked up in the basement of this building," Sloane drags on. It seemed easy enough. I remember the last time I was in Moscow I didn't have the best time. Oh well, the mission seemed pretty easy. SD-6 wanted some key to open some box of Rambaldi's. My father was giving me death stares from across the table. I guess it was apparent that I wasn't paying attention.
"Alright, I guess we're done here, you'll leave tonight," Sloane concludes. We all grab our papers and file out of the gray conference room. My father stayed behind and waited for me. He followed me out and ushered me to a hallway to the side.
"Alright, two minutes. This is going to be a lot harder than Sloane has been portraying it to be, mostly because he doesn't know. We're you paying attention at all?" my father asks.
"Somewhat, anyway, continue," I whisper.
"Anyway, the CIA already knows about this mission and they are going to send you backup," he concludes before the pen beeps.
"Okay, well, I guess that's it," I reply.
"Good luck," my dad musters out.
I headed home to pack for this exciting mission. I wasn't too sure why my dad was freaking out about it, but I figured Vaughn would tell me as much. I wonder if Vaughn will be one of the back up agents? It would be nice. I walked in the house and notice that Francie wasn't home, she was probably at the restaurant. Some Friday night I was going to have. Fly to Moscow and eat crappy airplane food. Sounds exciting for me. I put my purse down, checked the message machine, and headed to make some tea. Then the phone rang, as usual.
"Joey's Pizza," he asks in his charming voice.
"Sorry, wrong number," I confidently reply.
Today I needed to see Vaughn. I was totally not in the mood to be going on this mission and he makes my day a little brighter, mostly because I can talk freely without worrying about what I'm saying. So I grabbed my car keys and headed out to the warehouse.
He's already here and I see him sitting in the shadows. My shoes are announcing my arrival so I see him get up from his spot.
"Hey," he starts.
"Hey, so what's the deal?" I ask.
"How much did your dad tell you?" Vaughn asks.
"Not much, you know how short we can talk at SD-6. All he told me was that I was going to have some back-up because Sloane was over-rating the mission."
"Yeah, he is. Well, the building you are supposed to get into is actually an old underground operations center for the KGB. It's now being used by some people in the Russian mafia to control their operations. Sloane didn't have this intel and the building is very highly guarded."
"What did Sloane think it was?" I ask.
"He told your father he believed it to be the basement of a Russian historian," he explains.
"Okay. So what's the plan?"
"You'll get into the basement through a secret passageway that our agents used in the 80s. They believe it still to be unknown to the Russians, but if it's sealed off, you'll have to try to get in the back way, which is going to be a lot harder. Your hopefully going to get in through the passageway and it will take you directly above the operations room. Now, if they are still using the old vault, it will be located at the very end of the tunnel. You should meet 2 of our agents in the tunnel and when you do, you'll go radio silent."
"Okay. Wow. Who are the agents?" I ponder.
"As much as I wanted to accompany you on this mission, they wouldn't let me. However, there's going to be two agents out of Moscow who have raided the building before. They know what their doing, so I guess you're safer that way."
"I'll have you on coms?"
"As usual," he smiles at that response.
"My guardian angel for every mission," I sweak out. "Oh, what about the key?"
"The agents in the tunnel with you will make a copy of it. Obviously we want SD-6 to have the real key, so we can see what's in the box."
"Good point," I say. I yawed really big at that point. "Sorry."
"Tired?" Vaughn asks.
"Yeah, this week as been totally crazy," I explain.
"Maybe you could go on a vacation soon," he suggests.
"I could," I respond. That doesn't sound like a bad idea either. "That sounds perfect right now."
"Yeah," he says. The uncomfortable silence comes again. Then I remember.
"You think Sark will be there?" I ask.
"Unless the key has another purpose, probably not since he won't have any use to getting the key," he explains.
"Valid point," I decide. "It just seems like in this past month I have run into him more times than not. That one time he even asked me to come work for him. He's so bogus."
"That was remotely funny, I do admit," Vaughn says.
"Well, I should be going. I want to try to enjoy some of my Friday afternoon," I say.
Vaughn shuffles his papers up, "Good luck, and seriously, think about that vacation. You need it."
I walk out of the warehouse happier, I would say. Now on to the mission.
***Drop me a line or two! I would jump for joy!*** Thanks, Masquerade