Warnings: AU, violence, angst, cursing probably, yaoi. I got some of the ideas for this story from the move 'the recruit,' and some later parts from Verlerious' Vampire Conspiracy.
Disclaimer: hmm……
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Club Ravine
Prolog
The CIA was never something I wanted to be apart of. Sure as a young kid I had dreamed to be a spy, going undercover to solve the crime and become the hero. But I never actually wanted to do it. There was to much danger involved, and I had enough danger in my life as it was, I mean being an ex-pilot to a weapon that no one wanted to lay claim to was quite impressive enough to me. The Gundams belongd to the military, but it would never admit to it. If anything had happened to any of us, the five pilots who piloted the Gundams, the military would do nothing to save us. We were on our own. It was a scary thought, but it was life, and besides we all knew that if anything happened to one of us there were four other pilots left that would do all they could to get you out. And that was reassuring enough. But joining the CIA? That was crazy. Yet somehow I found myself applying. I had been walking down Main St. when I saw a help wanted sign posted to the police station window:
"Our international client offers professionals challenging opportunities in a number of foreign countries that require no selling from representatives.. . .We are seeking men and women with college degrees and education/work experience in a variety of areas: advanced technologies, investment and international finance, research, marketing and public relations, business administration.. . .Successful applicants will be provided full details of employment." (1)
I didn't have a college degree but that was no hard thing to fix. I decided to go to Howard's, he had been a mechanic for the Gundams, but when the Gundams were destroyed he decided it was time he retired from the force. Now he made fake IDs, diploma's, checks, anything. He was a good friend of mine, so I knew he'd help me out.
I made my way over to Howard's small apartment on the other side of town. He lived in a real shabby looking apartment building. When he first moved there I asked him why he picked to live there if he had enough money to buy a nicely sized house. He just told me that he didn't want to stick out, and it was much easier to hide here. I didn't know what to say to that so I had just changed the subject and started talking about something else. Howard had always been paranoid about people following him, for some strange reason he thought people were after him who wanted to kill him. No matter how many times I tried to reassure him that that wasn't true he would never believe me, so I eventual stopped trying and just accepted it.
It only took me twenty minutes to walk to his house at a brisk pace. I opened the front door and made my way up to the seventh floor. There were no elevators in this apartment, so I took the stairs two at a time. When I got to his floor, I walked over to his door and knock four times, paused for three seconds, and knocked again twice. That was our code so that Howard knew it was me and not the people who where after him. We changed the code often, just incase anyone was listening to it. I didn't wait long for Howard to open his door.
"Heero! Long time no see, what can I do for ya?"
"I need a college degree."
"Ha! that's it!? Piece of cake! Where would you like it to be from?" hmmm…I hadn't really thought of that.
"Well… I hadn't really thought of that. I guess either Columbia University, or University of Pennsylvania"
"Good choices. Which one do you want?"
"Go with Columbia"
"Alright! It will just take me a minute."
I walked over to the big lazy-boy chair in the corner. It was the most comfortable chair there. I always felt like falling asleep while I was in it. This time was no different. I felt myself getting tired and my eyes dropping. I was almost into dreamland when someone walked in.
"Heero! Oh, its so good to see you, what are you here for?"
"Hey Sally, Howard is giving me a college degree." I said shifting my position so I could see her better.
"Oh, isn't that nice." She said with a bright smile on her face. "But ya know heero, it would mean a lot more if it was real."
"Yeah yeah, I know. But I don't have time for college. Besides what would I do there?" I asked
"Why, you would learn of course!" she laughed. I just gave her a death glare. I must be losing my touch, because it really doesn't scare very many people anymore. "Well if you didn't learn anything from your teachers, you would certainly learn to be more social, or at least learn to act like it!"
"Hn."
"Alright, I've finished! You are now a proud graduate of Columbia University!" said Howard walking into the room.
"Those where the hardest years of my life." I joked
"Oh my God! Heero told a joke! Write this day down!" cried Sally, I just smirked at her.
"How much will that be Howard?" I asked, starting to pull out my wallet.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" I asked
"Yeah, nothing, it's not everyday my boy graduates from college!" he said. Howard didn't have any kids and I didn't have any parents, so Howard always acted like a father figure towards me. I didn't mind it. If it made him happy then I wouldn't complain.
"Don't you think he's a bit young to be graduating form college?" Sally asked
"Ha! Your never to young to graduate from college" Howard answered her. "Besides, it just shows how much of a genius he is. I mean he's got to be if he went to Columbia and graduated at the same age most people graduate from High School!" I just smiled at them, they were in love with each other, even if they wouldn't admit it to anyone else. I kept telling them to just get married already, but they always just looked at me an laughed.
"Thanx again Howard. I got to go fill out this application now. Cya later!"
I left Howard's and headed back to my apartment. I now had to hack into Columbia's files and put my name and record in it. When I finished that I saw that the clock read 1:30 am. I decided to go to bed. I'd fill out and send in my application in the morning.
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Two weeks after I had filled out and sent in my application I got a call telling me I had to take a test to see my skills. I showed up at CIA headquarters, where I was promptly lead to a large room full of desks and chairs. Most of which were taken by men and women already. No one looked older than 25, course no one looked younger than 20 either. I hoped I didn't look out of place, but no one seemed to notice. I was lead to an empty chair and desk, where I quickly took my seat. About 5 minutes later, a tall, middle-aged man, with black-graying hair, and a scruffy face walked to the front of the room.
"Good morning. Today you will be taking a little test, so that we can assess your skills. Do not worry, there is no pass or fail for this test, it is just an indicator. I wish you all luck." And with that he walked back out the door he had come in through.
A voice came over the loud speaker suddenly "Ladies and Gentlemen, the test is being handed out now. I must ask that no one start the test until I say to. Thank you." Large men walked around the room handing each person a booklet, a scan-tron, and a pencil. A man a few seats up lifed his booklet after he got it to peak at the first question. One of the large men who had been standing off to the side watching everyone with sunglasses on walked over to him, removed the test, and asked him to leave.
"What!? You can't do that I didn't do anything!" the man cried.
"Sir, you were caught looking at the test before the time was given, I must ask you to please leave." The large man said passively.
"But…you can't do that!"
"Sir, please come with me" and with that the large man grabbed the younger mans arm and yanked him out of his seat so he was standing and led him out of the room. When the man was finally gone the voice cam back over the speaker, "You may start your test now, good luck!" and with that I turned the booklet to the first page and began to answer the questions.
An hour later I finished, and I appeared to be the only one. I looked around to see everyone concentrating on their tests. 'that's funny' I thought, 'I didn't think it was that hard!' I placed my answer sheet in the booklet, closed the booklet and placed my pencil on top. Not to long after I had done this one of the large men came over to me, bent down, and whispered, "Are you done sir?" I just nodded my consent. "You may leave then, you will get a call in a few days." I nodded again, stood up and headed for the door.
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A few days later I got a phone call, just like the man said I would.
"Heero yuy?" came a gruff voice from the other end.
"Yea?"
"This is Commander Blake from the CIA, we have looked over your application and your test, and we would like to have you come up for an interview."
"OK"
"Will you be able to make a 10:00 am interview on Monday, back at CIA headquarters."
"Sure"
"Good, good. When you come just tell the guard at the front desk that you have an interview with Commander Blake."
"Alright"
"Good bye"
"Bye"
One word answers, gotta love them. So I was going to have an interview, how interesting. Monday, that was two days away. For some reason, I was strangely excited that they had called me back and offered me an interview. I knew that more than half the people in that room didn't make it past the Data Entry level, Commander Blake would not be calling those people.
I spent the next to days waiting with anticipation for Monday to hurry up and arrive. But when it finally did, I wasn't excited now. My excited ness had turned into fear over night. What exactly had I gotten myself into?
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So, how do ya like so far???? R&R please!!!
(1) taken from Office of Central Cover by Robert Dreyfuss
Disclaimer: hmm……
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Club Ravine
Prolog
The CIA was never something I wanted to be apart of. Sure as a young kid I had dreamed to be a spy, going undercover to solve the crime and become the hero. But I never actually wanted to do it. There was to much danger involved, and I had enough danger in my life as it was, I mean being an ex-pilot to a weapon that no one wanted to lay claim to was quite impressive enough to me. The Gundams belongd to the military, but it would never admit to it. If anything had happened to any of us, the five pilots who piloted the Gundams, the military would do nothing to save us. We were on our own. It was a scary thought, but it was life, and besides we all knew that if anything happened to one of us there were four other pilots left that would do all they could to get you out. And that was reassuring enough. But joining the CIA? That was crazy. Yet somehow I found myself applying. I had been walking down Main St. when I saw a help wanted sign posted to the police station window:
"Our international client offers professionals challenging opportunities in a number of foreign countries that require no selling from representatives.. . .We are seeking men and women with college degrees and education/work experience in a variety of areas: advanced technologies, investment and international finance, research, marketing and public relations, business administration.. . .Successful applicants will be provided full details of employment." (1)
I didn't have a college degree but that was no hard thing to fix. I decided to go to Howard's, he had been a mechanic for the Gundams, but when the Gundams were destroyed he decided it was time he retired from the force. Now he made fake IDs, diploma's, checks, anything. He was a good friend of mine, so I knew he'd help me out.
I made my way over to Howard's small apartment on the other side of town. He lived in a real shabby looking apartment building. When he first moved there I asked him why he picked to live there if he had enough money to buy a nicely sized house. He just told me that he didn't want to stick out, and it was much easier to hide here. I didn't know what to say to that so I had just changed the subject and started talking about something else. Howard had always been paranoid about people following him, for some strange reason he thought people were after him who wanted to kill him. No matter how many times I tried to reassure him that that wasn't true he would never believe me, so I eventual stopped trying and just accepted it.
It only took me twenty minutes to walk to his house at a brisk pace. I opened the front door and made my way up to the seventh floor. There were no elevators in this apartment, so I took the stairs two at a time. When I got to his floor, I walked over to his door and knock four times, paused for three seconds, and knocked again twice. That was our code so that Howard knew it was me and not the people who where after him. We changed the code often, just incase anyone was listening to it. I didn't wait long for Howard to open his door.
"Heero! Long time no see, what can I do for ya?"
"I need a college degree."
"Ha! that's it!? Piece of cake! Where would you like it to be from?" hmmm…I hadn't really thought of that.
"Well… I hadn't really thought of that. I guess either Columbia University, or University of Pennsylvania"
"Good choices. Which one do you want?"
"Go with Columbia"
"Alright! It will just take me a minute."
I walked over to the big lazy-boy chair in the corner. It was the most comfortable chair there. I always felt like falling asleep while I was in it. This time was no different. I felt myself getting tired and my eyes dropping. I was almost into dreamland when someone walked in.
"Heero! Oh, its so good to see you, what are you here for?"
"Hey Sally, Howard is giving me a college degree." I said shifting my position so I could see her better.
"Oh, isn't that nice." She said with a bright smile on her face. "But ya know heero, it would mean a lot more if it was real."
"Yeah yeah, I know. But I don't have time for college. Besides what would I do there?" I asked
"Why, you would learn of course!" she laughed. I just gave her a death glare. I must be losing my touch, because it really doesn't scare very many people anymore. "Well if you didn't learn anything from your teachers, you would certainly learn to be more social, or at least learn to act like it!"
"Hn."
"Alright, I've finished! You are now a proud graduate of Columbia University!" said Howard walking into the room.
"Those where the hardest years of my life." I joked
"Oh my God! Heero told a joke! Write this day down!" cried Sally, I just smirked at her.
"How much will that be Howard?" I asked, starting to pull out my wallet.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" I asked
"Yeah, nothing, it's not everyday my boy graduates from college!" he said. Howard didn't have any kids and I didn't have any parents, so Howard always acted like a father figure towards me. I didn't mind it. If it made him happy then I wouldn't complain.
"Don't you think he's a bit young to be graduating form college?" Sally asked
"Ha! Your never to young to graduate from college" Howard answered her. "Besides, it just shows how much of a genius he is. I mean he's got to be if he went to Columbia and graduated at the same age most people graduate from High School!" I just smiled at them, they were in love with each other, even if they wouldn't admit it to anyone else. I kept telling them to just get married already, but they always just looked at me an laughed.
"Thanx again Howard. I got to go fill out this application now. Cya later!"
I left Howard's and headed back to my apartment. I now had to hack into Columbia's files and put my name and record in it. When I finished that I saw that the clock read 1:30 am. I decided to go to bed. I'd fill out and send in my application in the morning.
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Two weeks after I had filled out and sent in my application I got a call telling me I had to take a test to see my skills. I showed up at CIA headquarters, where I was promptly lead to a large room full of desks and chairs. Most of which were taken by men and women already. No one looked older than 25, course no one looked younger than 20 either. I hoped I didn't look out of place, but no one seemed to notice. I was lead to an empty chair and desk, where I quickly took my seat. About 5 minutes later, a tall, middle-aged man, with black-graying hair, and a scruffy face walked to the front of the room.
"Good morning. Today you will be taking a little test, so that we can assess your skills. Do not worry, there is no pass or fail for this test, it is just an indicator. I wish you all luck." And with that he walked back out the door he had come in through.
A voice came over the loud speaker suddenly "Ladies and Gentlemen, the test is being handed out now. I must ask that no one start the test until I say to. Thank you." Large men walked around the room handing each person a booklet, a scan-tron, and a pencil. A man a few seats up lifed his booklet after he got it to peak at the first question. One of the large men who had been standing off to the side watching everyone with sunglasses on walked over to him, removed the test, and asked him to leave.
"What!? You can't do that I didn't do anything!" the man cried.
"Sir, you were caught looking at the test before the time was given, I must ask you to please leave." The large man said passively.
"But…you can't do that!"
"Sir, please come with me" and with that the large man grabbed the younger mans arm and yanked him out of his seat so he was standing and led him out of the room. When the man was finally gone the voice cam back over the speaker, "You may start your test now, good luck!" and with that I turned the booklet to the first page and began to answer the questions.
An hour later I finished, and I appeared to be the only one. I looked around to see everyone concentrating on their tests. 'that's funny' I thought, 'I didn't think it was that hard!' I placed my answer sheet in the booklet, closed the booklet and placed my pencil on top. Not to long after I had done this one of the large men came over to me, bent down, and whispered, "Are you done sir?" I just nodded my consent. "You may leave then, you will get a call in a few days." I nodded again, stood up and headed for the door.
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A few days later I got a phone call, just like the man said I would.
"Heero yuy?" came a gruff voice from the other end.
"Yea?"
"This is Commander Blake from the CIA, we have looked over your application and your test, and we would like to have you come up for an interview."
"OK"
"Will you be able to make a 10:00 am interview on Monday, back at CIA headquarters."
"Sure"
"Good, good. When you come just tell the guard at the front desk that you have an interview with Commander Blake."
"Alright"
"Good bye"
"Bye"
One word answers, gotta love them. So I was going to have an interview, how interesting. Monday, that was two days away. For some reason, I was strangely excited that they had called me back and offered me an interview. I knew that more than half the people in that room didn't make it past the Data Entry level, Commander Blake would not be calling those people.
I spent the next to days waiting with anticipation for Monday to hurry up and arrive. But when it finally did, I wasn't excited now. My excited ness had turned into fear over night. What exactly had I gotten myself into?
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So, how do ya like so far???? R&R please!!!
(1) taken from Office of Central Cover by Robert Dreyfuss