The Spy Who Came In From the Cold
By
Mystical Witch
Chapter 1: "Is my name Scully?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from the Harry Potter Series. They are owned by J.K. Rowlings, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros, et al... If you find elements in this story that is similar to other peoples' stories, that is a coincidence.
This story is dedicated to all those men and women who serve their countries in the cause of freedom by using the ancient art of espionage and secrecy.
People assume that the life of a spy is a glamorous one. A life filled with beautiful women, fast cars and high-tech gadgets. Boy are they wrong!
The room was windowless with artificial lighting coming down from a false ceiling. There were cork room dividers placed into the room so that it looked like 6 separate small offices were in the area. Each of these offices had personal items on the walls and desks. Pictures of families and friends, drawing from kids, even a couple of plants were placed on them. 2 doors were opposite each other. Outside of the personal items, everything in the room was the standard government issue. Barely functional, horribly colored, and tasteless.
A woman sat at a metal desk going over a pile of papers that had been thrown upon it. 'How come I have never gotten the glamorous assignments?' she thought just as the phone on her cluttered desk rang.
"Cross here...I need to go where?...Room B205...but what about the pile of papers that are on my desk?...Just leave them?...ok, but maybe somebody else can get to them...ok I'm on my way." she sighed as she hung the phone up.
"Something's up!" She said to nobody in particular.
"Why?" One of her co-workers in the office said.
"I've been called down to Room B205. Know anything about it?"
"I didn't even know that it exists." Her fellow worker laughed. "In this building I bet that there are many room and hidden passages that are unknown to most of the staff. Like that shortcut I found last year to the parking lot."
"The one that cost you a promotion when they finally discovered how you can park and get into the office before his nibs?" She said pointing at a door at the other end of the room. "How the hell did he ever get to be in The Company?"
"Ex-military. I guess it was this or drive a truck." He called out to her as she gathered her shoulder bag and headed out the door.
The trip down to the basement was uneventful. After all Katherine Cross had been working for the CIA or The Company (as the employees called it) for 6 years. She had been down to the sub-basements countless times for various reasons. Training in the early days, document storage, etc... There was nothing out of the ordinary in any of these trips and there shouldn't have been this time as she stopped in front of the door. The tag on the door frame said Room 205, the door said Supplies. Could be something but usually it wasn't.
She turned the handle on the door and entered the room.
The door slammed behind her and she was plunged into darkness. She reached over and flipped on the light switch. All she saw was shelves filled with reams of paper. Package after package of different color and weight of paper. She let out a laugh. "Steve Roberts! I'm gonna get you for this!"
This hadn't been the first time Steve Roberts had played a practical joke upon her and she would always find a way to get even with him. Steve and her both joined the Company at the same time. They had been field agents together a few times and even dated for a while. But that didn't work out. She reached out to the door handle and then her world dissolved.
She felt as if her body was being pulled along a fishing line. She tried to remove her hand from the door handle, but couldn't. The room around her blurred into a shapeless swirl and she felt sick to her stomach. After what she supposed was an eternity the room snapped back into shape and the feeling of travel ended.
'That was weird!' she thought as she again reached out for the door knob, this time with a little apprehension. She opened the door onto a large, well furnished office.
"What the fuck?" she exclaimed as she exited the "closet".
"Ah Ms. Cross. Please come and sit down." A rather handsome middle-age man gestured to the chair that was in front of his desk. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Nothing good I hope." she said sarcastically.
"Actually the opposite." he said with his right hand outstretched. "I am Jonah Silver, head of Unusual Operations."
"Unusual Operations?" she thought as she inspected the man and his surroundings.
Jonah Silver was a man aged about 50, brown haired flaked with silver. His brown eyes looked warm but harsh. He was about average height she surmised 5'9" or 5'10". He wore an expensive suit that fit him well, but he seemed uncomfortable in it. The room looked like something out of the late 1800's. Wood panels on the walls (where there wasn't any bookcases), large stuffed chairs with leather covers, even a couple of stuffed animal heads on the wall. The desk was large, wooden with a deep gloss on it. What she did notice was that there was no windows in the room, doors (other than the one she came in from) or technology anywhere. No phones, no computer, not even an electrical light.
"We have an unusual problem." Silver said. "Something that the government cannot officially acknowledge, but that needs help with. That's why this office was formed. To work on the matters that otherwise would become major problems or embarrassments."
"Such as bin Laden and al-Qaida?" she interrupted.
"No, worse than that." Jonah replied. "Much worse. We save the world from what you would call: The things that go bump in the night."
"Oh great! I'm gonna investigate U.F.O's and other nonsense!" she blurted out. "I don't think so. I don't know how you brought me here. but this isn't for me. After all I don't believe in all that shit. Now if you show me the way out thank you, I'll be on my way."
Jonah smiled. "That's why you're perfect for this assignment. You don't believe in magic, U.F.O's, Bigfoot, or any of the like. You're a skeptic from the word go. You keep your wits about you in danger, have the right training in martial arts, are a trained Psychologist with a background in languages and history. Ms. Cross, you're the ideal for this assignment."
All she could do was stare at him. "What assignment?" she finally asked weakly.
"You are going to Scotland to help some of the greatest wizards of our age defeat on of the most evil and vicious wizards of all time." Jonah Silver said with an absolutely straight face.
Katherine Cross looked down upon the papers on his desk examining them, then looked straight into his eyes and said; "Is my name Scully?"
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