The idea behind this is explaining how Cassandra de Vries and Trent Easton got hooked up with the Skedar aliens.
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I don't own perfect dark, Rare, the fine Tycross England
based game developing company does. I also don't own Trent Easton, Cassandra
de Vries, or Mr. Blonde. That being said, let's move on to the fic.
Part 1:
The tall, intimidating Mr. Blonde stood before Cassandra
de Vries, his voice menacing, "Ill go over
this again…" Cassandra sat at her desk, annoyed, she
just wasn't getting what this odd guy was
asking her to do. Mr. Blonde raised an eyebrow, "There's
this, um, salvage operation we need to
conduct." Cassandra nodded, "Good, then contact the navy.
My secretary will see you out." Blonde
muttered something under his breath, and then
spoke, "Listen, we need the Pelagic II! You know
people who can get it for my… company."
Cassandra smiled, opening her desk drawer
and pulling out a martini glass and a bottle, "These
things don't come for free, Mr.… what was it again?"
Blonde shook his head, he could rip her limb
from limb now… no, be patient, you can kill her
later… "Mr. Blonde, Mrs. de Vries, and I'm
willing to offer you something that will put you
ahead of your competition." Cassandra opened the
bottle and poured herself a drink, "Want some,
darling? Or have you already had too much today?"
Blonde grew annoyed and slammed his fists down on the
desk, "Listen, you silly woman, I'm offering
you a chance to get ahead of your rivals! You'll be rich,
powerful!" Cassandra took a swig of her
drink, and set it down casually, "Dear, I'm already rich
and powerful. But I'm willing to hear what
you have to offer me." Mr. Blonde smiled slyly, satisfied
with the answer, "We have technology that
you'll find most useful…" Cassandra sprung up from her
chair, at last what she was looking for!
Carrington had been ahead of them for years now! dataDyne
was falling behind in the global market,
it's research teams just hadn't come out with anything
new in quite some time. Cassandra smiled a
fake smile, "And you want me to contact my 'Associates'
and get you the Pelagic II in return… for
what?" Blonde went back to his expressionless and cold
stare, it was unnerving really, "We have
some interesting items we developed, but they are not
yet complete. Perhaps you can get your
scientists to finish them."
Cassandra could have jumped for joy, but instead she kept
her cool, "Yes, I'll contact the
appropriate people. I want to see this technology by
next week. We'll meet here." Blonde smiled,
knowing the earth woman had no idea what she was getting
herself into, "That will be fine." Mr.
Blonde walked slowly from the office, for a second Cassandra
thought she saw the image of the man
flicker slightly. She shook her head, and sat back down
at her desk.
Part 2:
Trent Easton walked casually off of the elevator, and
greeted Cassandra's secretary with a flirtatious
smile, he opened the door and found the CEO of dataDyne
doing some paper work, he walked in
and shut the door behind him. Cassandra looked up and
saw Trent, and then looked down at her
paperwork, "You're late, Trent." Easton walked over and
leaned against Cassandra's desk, "Well,
being head of the NSA didn't help much, dear Miss de
Vries. I had some uh, business I had to attend to."
Cassandra smiled to herself, "Business is business, we
all have to do our part. I don't care what kind, Trent." Easton laughed
oddly, "On that note, what urgent business did we need to discuss? I'm
awfully busy this week, and I have to get back to Washington
as soon as I can." Cassandra got up
from her desk and stared out the back window aimlessly,
"Trent, you said if I ever needed anything
from you, your connections in office perhaps, to just
ask. Am I right?" Trent nodded, putting on his
work face, "Yes, Cassandra, what do you need?"
Cassandra cut right to the point, "A strange man came
in last week, and offered me some brand new
technical advancements, that would put us ahead of Carrington."
Trent smiled, "And where are these
advancements? I can't go on nothing, Cass." Cassandra
turned around and looked slightly amused,
"Now, he's going to be returning to the building tonight,
with a sample of this technology. I wanted
you to be here, and you'll hear what he wants right from
the horse's mouth." Trent always loved a
good business venture, "What does this give me?"
Cassandra walked back to her desk in her own high strung
way, smiling deviously, "My dear, think
of the profit we'll get when we corner Carrington in
the market, finally catch up to him. We'll be
unbeatable, and richer than we are now." There was one
thing Trent liked more than power, and that
was money, it was his driving force and he lusted for
both, "I'll have to see what your mystery man
wants first. I agree that old fool Carrington has to
be put in his place, but what's it going to cost me?"
Cassandra smiled even more, "Absolutely nothing, dear
Mr. Easton, for both of us. You'll find..."
The door to the office opened, both Easton and Cassandra
turned at once, to see Mr. Blonde
standing silently. Trent looked confused and perhaps
a little amused at the young man's appearance,
he looked very odd indeed. Blonde walked in, and
shut the door; he looked suspiciously at Trent.
Cassandra sprung up from her desk in a hurry, "Mr. Blonde,
this is NSA director Trent Easton. He'd like to get in on this as well.
He has close ties with the president that may be useful." Blonde smiled,
"A pleasure, Mr. Easton. I assume you're interested in
what I have to offer?"
Trent nodded, "What do you have exactly?" Mr. Blonde opened
his trench coat and pulled out a
small, round, and flat piece of metal, in the middle
was a clear glass plate. Cassandra took the device
from Blonde and examined it for a moment; "Just what
is this supposed to be?" Blonde took the
device back, and pressed a button on the side, with an
odd crackling sound he slowly vanished.
Trent looked around nervously, "The hell?" Cassandra
was equally surprised as Blonde reappeared
directly in front of her; she could have fainted right
there.
Blonde spoke once more, "The cloaking device, bending
light away from its user, and rendering
invisibility as long as the charge lasts. That's not
just what we have to offer to you." Trent and
Cassandra exchanged glances; this was a good sign. Trent
walked forward and finally asked the
question that was on everyone's mind, "What do you want
in exchange, Mr. Blonde?" Without a
moment's hesitation the striking and oddly dressed Blonde
man replied: "I want the Pelagic II. I
understand from Mrs. de Vries you can get it for me,
or are you not the contact she referred to?"
Trent turned around for a second and shot Cassandra an
evil glance. He turned to Blonde, a smug
look on his face, "I can get you the Pelagic II, it will
take time, but you'll get it. I don't dare ask yet
why you need it." Blonde looked pleased, "You'd best
not, Mr. Easton. Good, my superiors will be
pleased. I'll have of my men drop off some more technology
for you tomorrow. I will return later
with more information when I get it..." Blonde started
towards the door, chuckling deviously. He
opened the doors and left, heading towards the elevator
to the foyer.
Trent closed the door once more and stared at Cassandra,
"I'll get the Pelagic II, or at least I think I
can." Cassandra looked alarmed, "What do you mean, Easton?
You must get that vessel, this is an
incredible opportunity!" Trent sighed loudly, "The president
is the only one who can authorize the use of the ship, Cass, if it was
anyone else I can buy them off or rub them out." Cassandra raised an
eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, is the problem?" Trent
smiled sarcastically, "The president hates
dataDyne as it is, he'll be stubborn."
Cassandra's mind was plotting something sinister; Trent
knew it, even as he spoke that genius of hers was working hard. Cassandra
opened her desk and brought out some files, she'd look over those
later. She looked up at Trent, an evil smile creeping
across her face, "I suggest you get to work on Trent, I don't want to upset
our new... asset." Easton nodded slowly, he'd find a way, "I'll do my
best, Cassandra, don't worry. Contact me when you
get anything further, this could blow up in our
faces if we're not careful."
Cassandra nodded and saw Trent out of the office. She'd
find a way around the president's
approval, he could be moved to their cause like everyone
else she had persuaded to join them. What
Blonde intended with the ship was not her business right
now, but she'd find out soon enough. She
was never too curious for her own good. Either way, things
were starting to look up. Carrington
would be wiped out, she'd be rich, and through
Trent they'd run the country once the president gave
in. She opened the folder in front of her and read through
some of the details of the cloning project.
Yes, it would be easier than she thought, a back-up
plan in cases like this was always a good thing
to have. Cassandra smiled to herself, but couldn't
get rid of the premonition that some how, some
way, this was all going to go wrong. Perhaps she was
just being paranoid…
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