AN: thanks go to Agent-to-the-rescue for coming up with the title.
Mutiny
Mrs. Jones tried to keep her work life and her personal life separate. You just never know what might happen if a terrorist organization gets a hold of the fact that, you care about someone.
Say for instance they got a hold of Alan Blunt. Well, since Mrs. Jones didn't give a crap what happened to that awful man, it was safe to say she would be able to make decisions with a clear head.
However, if they managed to capture her husband… then she would have a problem. The overwhelming love and devotion that she held for her second half would instantly make it near impossible to make the right, (if not tragic,) decision about what to do.
So, apart from two people that she found she could not possibly avoid blurring the safety line of her two worlds for, she was pretty good at keeping the two apart.
One of those two people though, was Smithers. And, at the precise moment that Mrs. Jones was walking back to her office after having been dismissed from her boss, Tulip found a reason why she was glad she had taken the risk.
Alan would be watching her every move. That much was certain. But she was not entirely defenseless. You see, on the second Thursday of every month Tulip met her dear friend Smithers for lunch at a quiet, but expensive restaurant. It just so happened that today was Thursday.
Tulip grinned to herself.
Smithers would know what to do.
The restaurant was not busy. In fact, apart from Mrs. Jones and Smithers there would be only two other groups who were in the middle of dining.
It was 1:30 and Tulip was late. She was never late. Smithers scanned the area for any threats that might be the reason his dining companion was late but found nothing that alerted him to immediate danger.
It was not until 1:45 that Tulip showed up. Smithers had just been getting ready to call, thinking she may have been caught up in a meeting that she was unable to get out of, when she bustled in.
She sat down and smiled at him, apologizing for her tardiness as she waved her hand for the waiter.
Smithers waited politely while she ordered herself a drink then raised an eyebrow.
Her eyes darted around the room, surveying the occupants of the room for possible eavesdroppers and then she intoned in a low voice.
"We have a problem."
Smithers smiled, letting loose a small chuckle as she took her glass of diet coke from the returning waiter.
She sipped at it and then sighed.
"That's much better; it's been such a long day."
Smithers nodded, "I had to test some new things for Alex today, it was fun but trying, Harry is still learning."
They ordered the usual and after one last check for Blunt's henchmen, Mrs. Jones started to explain, in a jovial voice, what was wrong.
"You heard the news?"
Smithers nodded, bowing his head for a moment. "It is very sad."
"Yes, well, that's the least of our worries. Blunt has decided to stop using Alex."
Smithers chortled, as if he had just heard an extremely amusing joke.
"Is he sending people?" he replied and Mrs. Jones nodded and laughed.
"He's being very unreasonable, and he's not telling me anything, he says he's watching me." Smither's eyes widened and he gasped.
"Really? That's unexpected, when is the baby due?"
"You know Betsy, she's so scatterbrained, and she thought I knew, so she didn't call until she was in labor. She called again this morning to tell me it was a boy."
Mrs. Jones ignored the draining of blood from Smithers face and shook her head.
"I still don't know what his name is, she hasn't even decided yet, the doctors had to take him for some tests because he was premature so she said she would call back later with more details."
Their food came at that moment and they ate in silence for a minute, each mulling over different ideas and thoughts in their heads.
Their carefully played charade had allowed them to discuss the major points of the problem but they were unable to talk about the finer details, like how they were going to stop Blunt without being caught.
After their lunch they had to go back to work, they walked together, able to talk a little more openly when they were surrounded by the ruckus of inner city London traffic.
It was finally decided that Smithers would search for as much information as possible on the hit, while Tulip informed those very few people she trusted even slightly in her payroll, about what was going on.
Rula Parks was a fierce, slightly scary middle-aged woman who loved plotting against people she disliked. Actually, disliked is too weak a word… hated with a passion would be a better way to describe it.
That cunning, and the fact that one of the people Rula plotted against frequently was Blunt, meant that Mrs. Jones felt she could trust the younger woman.
And they had a lot in common, for example they both hated Blunt like dogs hate cats.
So, when Mrs. Jones sent for her friend, after checking her office for bugs of course, Rula responded immediately and arrived, promptly at three for a loud argument about why their last agent had been caught. Completely innocent if anyone was eavesdropping.
Of course, if someone were actually watching them, which Tulip had made sure no one was, they would have seen that while it may have appeared the two colleagues were having quite a heated argument, they were really passing notes back and forth between themselves.
Blunt has decided to eliminate Rider.
You're not serious?
I'm deadly serious Rula, he sent out the hit today.
What do we know?
Nothing. He isn't talking to me, he won't let me in on anything.
What are we going to do?
I've already talked to Smithers. Blunt is watching me. Smithers will get all the information we need. Who can we trust?
Rula sighed, shaking her head she glanced behind her, staring at the door as if she could actually see through the wood to the several people that worked quietly behind it.
Barnes. Coute. Grant. No one else. It is too risky.
Right. Inform them. Be careful.
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AN: Alright this was finished in a rush during lunch break at school so I apologize to those that read all those spelling and grammar mistakes. I have fixed up the more annoying ones. I hope you all liked it. It is longer then the first but not by much. I'd love it if someone could give me a few clues on what you want the gents personalities and appearances to be like. The owners of the ones I choose will be thanked when the agents appear, in the next couple of chapters I think.
So thanks for reading. Til next time, Lies.
