So...I loved Ghost Protocol, and couldn't help but think, ok, Ethan had his wife, Jane had Hanaway, what about Brandt? Besides, I'm a big fan of Jeremy Renner and can't wait for the Avengers and Bourne Legacy! Let me know if you like the jest of the story! I've already over loaded myself with stories, so I'm not planning to make this one extremely detailed and long. This takes place right after Ghost Protocol ends.
William L. Brandt.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Status: Disavowed.
Section: Chief Analyst
Attn. Note: Former field agent.
Affiliations: Secretary Jim Bird, Assistant Chief Analyst Lorina NÃcols.
Last seen: At the scene of assassination of the Secretary.
Current location: Unknown
The young blonde sighed as she placed her head in her hands. She grumbled in agitation. The past few weeks had been a living hell. After the President had enacted operation Ghost protocol, the entire IMF had been in uproar. Agents scrambled as fast as they possibly could to leave the country, and the remainder of the organization had squealed, in fright of the fact they were going to be put in jail for terrorism.
The ones who actually stopped hyperventilating and running around like chickens without heads, had tried their best to leave.
None of them had succeeded. The girl rolled her eyes at the memory. No duh. These people were at a desk for a reason. Acting in high stress situations weren't exactly there forte. Well, all except Brandt. Who, the girl thought to herself out of annoyance, had slipped her watch for two seconds and was gone. She grumbled. Yeah, so now she had the dutiful task of hunting down her mission in the first place; who she wasn't suppose to let out of her site for anything. But no, the secretary had insisted he had it under control. Brandt would be perfectly fine in Moscow by himself. The secretary would watch him, he said. Yeah, well now that the secretary was dead, who the hell was suppose to keep tabs on him? Oh yeah, that would be her. And she was sure the second she got her ass back to the pentagon after all this shit was over, she was going to pack the heat for letting a possibly rogue field agent out of her site. Her entire point of even being his "assistant co-worker" was to, for lack of a better phrase, spy on the bastard.
The girl smacked her head against the table. Did Brandt always have to get on her nerves? Even when he was god knows where! That man had been a pain in her arse for the past 2 years, and she was sick of it. She sighed and used her newfound skills at analyzing(the only good thing she had picked up from Brandt)to think up any possible p.o.f. she could possibly get information on Brandt, without alerting head q of her location. She pursed her lips in thought. Suddenly, a light bulb went on!
Of course! It was a long shot, but worth a shot. She shrugged and picked up the phone.
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Meanwhile
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Ethan paced back and forth, contemplating the newfound information he just received on Agent Brandt. Apparently, a fellow agent had made an unsanctioned call to a friend of his, wanting information on what the IMF feels may be a "possible liability". Ethan wasn't stupid. There was only one thing they did with a "possible liability", as far as the agency was concerned, it was a liability. And what do you do with liabilities? You take them out. Ethan pursed his lips in thought. They were coming for them. And like hell would Brandt go down without them fighting. There was only one thing they could do, and it was going to get a hell of a lot of people in trouble.
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"Thanks a billion, J!" The blonde piped up in an enthusiastic voice over the phone.
"No problem, love. I owed you for saving my life after all." The man, on the opposite end of the phone, replied in a heavy Australian accent.
"Aw, I told you not to mention it. After all, I was only doing my job. I mean, what kind of a field agent would I be if I couldn't protect my coworkers?" She replied in flustered tone.
The man laughed. "I ain't mentioning it. I'm referring to it. There's a difference." He retorted.
She rolled her eyes slightly peeved at his narcissistic reply. "Referring, mentioning, you know what I meant."
"Alrighty, love. Don't forget the passport. Your ticket to Korea will be waiting for you at the airport. Just show the desk your passport; they'll know you're coming. Best of luck on your mission." He said his voice sounding sincere and slightly concerned for her.
"I'll be fine. Thank you again, Jackie boy." She addressed his unvoiced concerns.
"No problem. May God watch over your stubborn arse. You'll need it." He joked.
She scoffed. "I am not stubborn."
The man simply grunted in reply.
"Ok, I'm not THAT stubborn." She insisted.
"Whatever you say, mate. Goodbye A." With that, they both ended the conversation.
...
The three stared at Ethan who was currently using the phone for only God knows what.
Jane turned her attention towards Benji before speaking.
"Well, whoever he's talking to must be important. He's been on that thing for hours now."
Benji simply nodded his head in agreement and turned towards Brandt, who was beginning to burn a hole in the wall with his fixated stare.
Jane sighed as she attempted to get Brandt's attention.
"Well, I'm going to go out to buy a few necessitates. Anyone want to come?" She stood up, looking between the two. Brandt's gaze didn't falter, on the other hand, Benji nearly jumped out of his chair, anxious to get out of the tension filled room. Brandt had been acting rather strange lately, and it was starting to make everyone feel uncomfortable.
The two left without either Brandt or Ethan noticing.
...
"Are you positive, that only one person is coming?" Ethan spoke quietly into the phone, with his back to the group.
The person must have responded positively because Ethan's body language began to relax.
"Alright, ya. We will be gone before they land. Thanks." Ethan hung the phone up and turned with his mouth half open to alert the group, when he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Where is everybody?" Ethan asked bemused.
Brandt simply blinked and turned his attention to Ethan. "Huh?" He asked still in a daze.
...
Ethan paced back and forth rapidly, why on earth, would Carter and Dunn leave there post without even telling him? He was beyond pissed.
"You didn't even notice them leave!" Ethan snapped at Brandt who winced in reply.
"Hey, you didn't either!" He retorted starting to get upset.
"Yeah, but I wasn't the one watching post, smart ass." He snickered.
Brandt narrowed his eyes in a glare, but said nothing.
It was true. He should've been paying attention. But he simply could not keep replaying his last day at the pentagon. It seemed so long ago, that he sat there with the girl that infuriated him more than anyone could ever had. It wasn't that they didn't care for each other, quite the opposite, in fact, they were constantly around one another, practically inseparable. But whenever it came to an analysis issue, boy would they argue. They were both hard headed and determined to make the other see that they were right. It usually ended in the security telling them to shut up or they would kick them out. Not exactly, their idea of being proficient.
His mind raced with a million questions a minute. And the one question that plagued him from the back of his mind was she alive? The twinge of guilt had been plaguing him for weeks now, he should of just let her come along to Moscow like she had pestered him to. At least then, he would know if she were all right or not.
Ethan continued to stare at the clock wondering, what on earth could be taking the two so long. Suddenly the door knob began to turn. Instinctively the pair both reached out for their guns, which were sprawled out on the table. When the door suddenly swung open to reveal Benji and Jane the two let out their breath.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Ethan screeched in frustration and worry.
Jane blinked in confusion and held up several grocery bags. "We went to get soap and other things. We told Brandt we'd be back later."
Ethan turned to give a stunned Brandt a glare that told him he was in major trouble. Before Ethan could say anything though the door swung open again, hitting Benji in the head, subsequently rendering him unconscious. "Benji!" Jane squealed and bent down to make sure he was ok.
As quick as lightning, Ethan had his gun pulled out, facing it towards the door and the person who had their gun drawn in the shadows.
"Stay where you are!" Ethan growled and Brandt also pulled his gun out and aimed it in the direction if the doorway.
Suddenly, the person dropped their arm and walked inside.
"Ethan?" The girl squeaked in surprised delight.
Ethan's eyes widened and he too lowered his gun. "Lorina?"
The second Brandt registered who the girl was, he dropped his gun out of shock and simply stared wide eyed, unable to process the information.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Ethan stuttered.
"I was looking for a source that could get me the whereabouts of Agent William L. Brandt. I was assigned to watch the bastard, but he's a bit of a handful to keep tabs on. I never expected the source to be you though." Ariel explained in exasperated annoyance. She had yet to see, her object if interest standing in the corner like a deer in head lights.
Ethan furrowed his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
It was then that Brandt began to come to, a little late. "LORINA?" he practically screamed. This caused both Ethan and Ariel to jump in shock and whip their attention on him.
Lorina's eyes widened and her cheeks began to flush as she realized she had just talked about him in front of him. "Will. Uh-I-uh-hi." She muttered awkwardly. Ethan looked at the two in confusion.
"You two know each other?" He asked.
Lorina opened her mouth to answer when Brandt interrupted her.
"How do you know her?" He asked in suspicion.
Ethan's eyes widened in surprise. "Know her! I recruited and requested she be assigned to my first full scale lead mission. Best damn p.o.f. I ever had if I do say so myself. With a hell of an aim and hand." Ethan winced as she punched him in the arm, blushing furiously.
"Oh hush. I'm not that good. Otherwise I wouldn't be behind a damn desk." She grunted.
Ethan laughed at her. "Well if you'd stop pissing off the secretary so much, he wouldn't have assigned you to a mission he knew you'd hate, just for the fun of it." He teased her. Lorina rolled her eyes in agitation.
"Ya, ya. Take his side why don't you." She waved her hand dismissively.
Brandt furrowed his brow in confusion. "What the hell, Lorina?" He asked her in frustration.
She grinned sheepishly. "Uh, ya. Well I'm not exactly a analyst." She confessed.
"No shit." Was his sarcastic retort.
She winced at his tone. "I was...assigned to watch you for suspicious activity. It was suppose to be a discrete thing. After what um, happened, the agency was concerned you might be a possible liability. You know, put a lethal agent behind a desk with emotional issues, is a tad like ticking time bomb." She shifted her gaze, uncomfortable with the situation at hand.
"A LIABILITY?" Brandt repeated now angry.
Lorina winced and looked at the floor.
"So what? Now you are supposed to take me out is that it?" He barked at her.
She whipped her head up, to meet his furious gaze and was about to respond when he suddenly turned and stomped off.
Lorina quickly staggered to catch up with him while yelling for him to listen to her.
Once they were fully out shot, Jane, who had been watching the entire thing from the floor, blinked in astonishment and turned to regard Ethan who was staring wide eyed at the spectacle. "Well..." He cleared his throat. "That was interesting."