Hm, I've lost my muse. I've just posted this because there is painfully little to read in the fandom right now, so forgive me if this is too short.
This is a drabble using the Royai 100 themes, and it's the first of the (hopefully) many that will come -knock on wood-
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except ... a couple of soccer balls and a big big poster of Cristiano Ronaldo :) That's all I need in the world anyway.
077. Implicit rules
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"And so, my main point is this: under no circumstances, do not, never, compromise yourself with your asset, or assignment-"
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It was downtown Los Angeles. And it was a nondescript building, nothing very special.
Three stories: at the bottom- a dojo. The middle housed the communications equipment, computers and the like. The top found six spacious classrooms with bare walls. It could be left at any time, any emergency, evacuated- and nothing important would be found anywhere on the premises, not a scrap of paper or clue to gave away who might have been there or what activities that may have taken place inside.
In fact, only seven heat signatures could be found at that precise moment if one had been bothered to check.
Well, eight, now that one had just passed the entrance.
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Six of those people were currently sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor, listening intently, wanting to make a good impression in one of their first classes. It was a real honour to even be there, to dedicate their lives and to potentially serve their country with their abilities.
The seventh person, a woman, stood in the front of the room, leaning against a desk- one of the only pieces of furniture, her expression very serious. As she spoke, she surveyed the faces of her students, all ranging from seventeen to their mid twenties. There was no reason to know any more about them except for their CIA given names and their outward appearance.
Her job was not to analyse their thought processes or anything more; that would come later for them and done by a professional shrink- her job was simply to educate them on agency protocols and commence their basic training before releasing them to their next mentor.
"Now that we've gone through the fundamentals and they've been explained thoroughly, I must impress on you one last thing-"
How many times had she repeated that sentence to several different groups of new recruits?
It was getting rather monotonous.
At least she'd have the pleasure of overseeing and rating the hand to hand examination later on in the week for the graduating to-be agents at the actual academy that thankfully- featured much more advanced facilities and security than this dumpster.
"... And so, the main point, the crux of my lecture, the one most dangerous thing that may make or break your career -the one that fells even the best of agents- is this: under no circumstances, never, I repeat, never compromise yourself with your asset, or assignment-"
"Hey Sarah! Sweetie!"
Sarah dropped her head into her hand despairingly, closing her eyes briefly.
The class swivelled as one to stare at the man whose torso half leaned into the room, clutching the door and the door frame for balance, a beaming smile on his face, waving his hand enthusiastically.
"Miss. Um...Agent Walker...?"
Sarah looked slightly guiltily at the woman a few meters to her left, "Yes, Ms Hamilton."
A beat. "Who's that?"
Sarah took a deep breath. "My...um...my asset," she said quickly and casually, trying to skip over the words.
Susannah Hamilton's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, patching together the very obvious signs.
Sarah continued doggedly, pointedly ignoring Chuck who didn't cease in his efforts to catch her attention. "-Because usually they are going to be civilians -important citizens who are useful to the government, -but none the less defenceless..."
"Sarah!" Chuck hissed again, gesturing even more wildly, the scant light catching a golden glint on his hand, his marriage band clearly visible now.
She spoke faster, and increasingly louder, attempting to keep her composure cool and indifferent, "-And the situation rarely turns out-"
"Saaarrraaahhh!!" He called cheerfully in a singsong voice.
Sarah grimaced, fearing for her reputation. Her class looked equal parts amused, accusing, and shocked.
"We gotta pick up the kids!"
None of her students would ever take her seriously again after this.
If you're wondering what the 'Royai 100 themes' are, they're pretty much just 100 different words or short sentences that act like prompts for the authors of Fullmetal Alchemist, who write a short story for each on the relationship between Roy and Riza. I don't actually write in that community, but I occasionally read the fics.
I stole the themes for my own use and for the good of Charah. Be a good Samaritan and review?
DID I MENTION THAT DAVID BECKHAM CAME TO NZ AGAIN? I flew down to Welly to see his first visit last year. This time I was the crazy screaming fan behind the goal box with the uber big sign saying 'I (heart) Becks' if you were watching TV- well at least I think I'm on TV...
P.s, if you happen to review, if you have any scenes that you think would be good for an introspective in any episode of Chuck, mention it in your review.
