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"You know I had lost hope, I was all alone
Never been so low 'till you came along"
"Invincible" by Kelly Clarkson
A young woman sits in front of an out of date laptop, staring it down as if it had done something to offend her. A strand of her long, chocolate brown hair falls into her face and she roughly places it behind her ear with a trembling hand. The blood red scarf around her neck feels suffocating all of a sudden and she frustratedly tugs at it but the feeling doesn't go away.
The offending piece of technology dings again and her hazel eyes snap to the dusty screen bringing her back to the main problem of the moment. This stupid piece of technology normally sits gathering dust in a corner but the young woman had decided that morning to pull it out and turn it on. Maybe it was a foolish decision or maybe she was trying to remember the good times in her past rather than the bad. Whatever it was that made her turn the old laptop on instead of her new one, she was now regretting it as her heart filled with dread and her mouth was like sandpaper.
Another ding. This one longer than the first few and somehow more ominous. She glared at the screen and if her eyes could produce lasers the poor laptop would be a melting mess.
Incoming video chat. That's what made her palms sweat and her breathing ragged. Not the fact that it was a video chat, she didn't mind those, but who it was from.
She swore that all contact with them would be cut off years ago. It seems like they didn't get the message. Well, she'd just have to remind them of their agreement. The woman sucked in a deep but ragged breath and pressed answer.
At the same time two men and one woman stood in a facility that was a front for an organization that was apart of the U.S. government but secret, unlike the FBI or the CIA. One of the men was young and blond while the other was older, but not old, with dark hair. The lone woman was tall and thin with an impressive air of mystery and strength surrounding her. They were discussing a dearly departed colleague, her uncrackable laptop, and a weapon whose sale they needed to stop.
The dark haired man has a suggestion of someone to hack the laptop but the woman suggests asking someone she's familiar with. An old colleague of hers that left the organization four yeas ago after a mission gone wrong. The woman knows that her former colleague and friend will be extremely pissed for being contacted. She ignores this thought because keeping something like this in house is more favorable than using an outsider.
The woman had kept her former friend's contact information against advisement. As she pulls up a video chat the younger man makes his opinion known. He's unsure about contacting a former agent, especially a former agent that has for all intents and purposes retired. He wishes to leave the former agent to their peace and instead use his fellow male's pick. The lone woman makes her position higher up known with a simple look in his direction and continues waiting for a connection.
Somewhere beneath her cold exterior her emotions are at war. A piece of her longs for her friend to answer just so she can see her face and hear her voice again. The other part of her wishes to respect her friends last demand of no contact and hoped that the call doesn't go through.
The two men give each other a long look after glancing at their boss. To them this behavior is a bit off but they don't question her on it. Instead, in their own unique way, the two men agree to discuss the odd events in this room at another time and place.
Finally the video chat goes through and what's on the other side shocks all three of the agents.
"Hello Patricia Thornton, or should I call you Director Thornton now." The young woman on the screen sneered. "And here I thought I told you to forget I ever existed. Either you didn't listen at all or you just suck at following through on your promises. Personally, considering your track record, I think it's the latter."
The two men continue to be shocked by what they see and hear. Not only does the former agent look to be in her mid twenties, which they definitely weren't expecting, but she's hostile. This is going downhill faster than they could have ever imagined. The young woman shifts in her chair but before she can hit the end call button she's interrupted.
"Cassie just stop for a minute and listen to me." Patricia Thornton pleaded, hoping that even though Cassie was beyond angry she would listen for old times sake.
"I've listened to you before Director and look where it got me." Cassie gestures at herself and the apartment around her. A painful looking scar mars the back of her right hand but it's only visible for a short amount of time as her hands go off screen once again.
"We need your help Cassie. Just one last time. We have to stop the sale of an extremely dangerous weapon. You are the only one that I know and trust to hack the computer we have and get the information we need."
"Trust?!" Cassie laughed and shook her head slowly with a frown. "Let's talk about trust for a minute. I trusted you with my life over and over and over again. In the end you ripped that trust to shreds when you failed to be there when I needed you the most. I trusted you and you ruined my life and my career. So don't talk to me about trust."
Cassie's eyes flared and she swallowed thickly. She opened her mouth to continue but closed it with a snap and took a few deep breathes. Thornton and the two men just waited silently on her. Cassie ran her scarred hand through her hair and turned her face away from the camera.
"Even if I wanted to help you, I don't hack anymore." She finally stated softly in a defeated tone.
"You don't hack anymore or you won't Cassie? Which is it?" Thornton pressed with a hard tone knowing that a riled up Cassie was better than a silent one.
Cassie's head snapped back to the screen and she snarled at Thornton. "You and I both know that I can't hack anymore. So why ask an asinine question like that?" Her whole body seemed to shake and her hands were balled up ready to slug someone. "I don't care what your answer is and I don't care about your failing plans to stop an arms deal. I can't and I won't help you." She turned her attention towards the two men silently standing in the background. "If you know what's good for you never place your trust in Patricia Thornton. It would be a misguided decision that would either ruin your life or get you killed. You've been warned. Don't ever contact me again."
The video feed went dead leaving the three alone with their thoughts and each other.
Thank you so much for reading this. I hope you like it! There will be more chapters coming up soon! Comment if want, if you don't that's ok. I hope know this is short but this is just the beginning the next chapters will probably be longer.