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Chapter Three: The List to Rule Them All
Rose took the shaky breath in as the over head lights on the plane she had taken slowly went out after reaching its destination.
"Welcome to LaGuardia International Airport, local time is 4:35pm and at a fair temperature of 56 degrees," this was the part that Rose was hoping didn't go down the drain. For the past five years she had been under the validation 'dead' for the United States government under a protection act her Uncle put in place for everyone she knew. Then again, most everyone she knew from that group had either disappeared or ended up caught. The stares from people were slightly a little more than she was naturally comfortable too, but she needed to remember it was an airport and everyone was just as paranoid as the next. The excruciatingly long wait only ate at her nerves when she finally was able to get off the aircraft. However the single worst part of the entire journey was the gamble she was playing at customs. The long walk to the line was each a step towards a fate of prison or freedom. Wanting to get through this was the most important thing on her mind at the time.
"Passport," the disgruntled customs employee she had walked up to after zooming past everyone on the plane was wrinkled and aged.
"Here you go," after five years in the United Kingdom her voice had changed slightly, a hint of the british slant was evident. Handing the British passport the man was risky, all the programming and hacking had to be perfect for this to work. But her grandfather had gotten a job with M16 after the debacle with the CIA. So most likely he had gotten a true passport and citizenship for her after her death confirmation had leaked into Europe. Swiping the barcoded edge of the passports cover it was a small thirty second wait before a thud of a stamp assured her safety.
"Welcome to New York, Ms. Lannister," she tried to hide her smirk, her grandfather had strategically made her last name a variation of a last name from a book series she adored.
"Thank you," she saved the nervous laugh until she was far enough away from the customs station. Rubbing her forehead her hair swayed in the ponytail it was shoved in as she looked over the documents. A passport, a license, and twenty thousand dollars. All within an unassuming bag with her laptop she's had for three years, her phone was in her hand shaking over a phone number.
"Oh please be okay to see me," pressing her finger down the phone began to ring.
"Hello?" his voice made her breath shake.
"Dad?" a large breath intake later and she hoped the man would believe her.
"Rose? What...what?" she let out a tear.
"Yeah... I'm at LaGuardia," she heard a small sob on his side of the phone.
"I"ll be there in forty minutes, Rose, I'm glad you are home," a click later and Rose was left alone.
"Thanks I'll see you in twenty," clicking the phone off Sam gripped the counter in the kitchen. It took guts to actually ask Tim to bring the file to the house with Alex and Clover still within a mile of the house.
"It's time they knew..." taking a deep breath in she turned around to two very curious faces.
"Tell us what?" shock and fear set into Sam and she leaned into the counter, taking a gulp her gaze shifted slightly away from her two friends.
"Tell you about...someone who is coming over in twenty minutes," giving them a shy smile Clover squinted at Sam before squealing.
"It's totally a boy isn't it! Sammy you dog you've been keeping a boyfriend from us!" jumping up and down slightly Sam couldn't help but be horrified.
"Clover knock it off, come on Sam, you've been secretive for the past couple hours, ever since Jerry showed us that new case you've gone in full time spy mode around us," they had proceeded to corner her in between the wall and the countertop. Each had their eyes on their friend who was starting to get nervous.
"Clover, Alex, I had to know more and there is only one person I know who knows more then anyone what happened," shoving past them Sam sat down at the kitchen table.
"And who would that be? And for what Sam?" Clover was right behind her and Sam wished that the past would have remained dead at that moment.
"Tim, Tim Scam was the mentor of Logan Quincey," Clover gasped at Tim Scam while Alex gasped at Logan Quincey.
"Tim SCAM!" Clover screeched at his name, Sam partially tried to ignore her and looked more to Alex.
"Logan Quincey as in the brother of Rose Quincey within our mission?" Sam gave a glare.
"Yes, the boy that supposedly killed my cousin? The one who... Who I have no idea about," defeated and frustrated Sam looked at her phone to find a message.
-At the door-, getting up out of the chair Sam hurried to the door even with Clover being persistent as to not let the 'arch nemesis of all human kind' into their home.
"Clover, back off," the hiss at the blonde was predetory and feral, Sam smiled at her before opening the door to the handsome man. After a lengthy trial and many files it was reached that Scam's records of birth and initiation were falsified by four years. Making him in essence 27 years old to Sam's 24 years. A shocking revelation for her when she was the one to find it, bring forth her first doubts about the company she so diligently protected. After she confronted Scam about it he removed most of the prosthetics he was required to wear from the company, de-aging him by nearly five years.
"Good to see you Sam, I brought the file," he lifted a huge manila envelope and entered the room, suave and natural Clover looked stunned at the man, to her he was completely unrecognizable. Long gone the trench coat and tacky turtle neck, now it was just a simple light blue oxford with dark colored jeans. His hair longer then normal his face shined with youth and happiness, including the two sea foam orbs of his eyes that were once dark green.
"Clover...Alex," giving a cordial nod, both him and Sam went to the space in the house that was dedicated to work. Clover and Alex followed suit but Sam stopped them short at the door.
"This is private business, I'm sorry guys but technically you are not authorized to see this, I'm getting a loophole because I'm related," they silently understood and quietly left to their business.
Sitting down across from Tim, Sam watched as he placed the manila envelope down and placed the files across the desk. It seemed like hundreds of case files, court files and records were in front of the college student. Newspaper clippings were strewn in and tim pulled out one piece that caught her eye.
"This is Logan's identification card at WOOHP, it's dated about six months before the accident," Tim always called what happened an accident, he hated that his most profound student did what he did.
"Tim I know he was a part of WOOHP but what I want to know as to why he killed my Aunt and my cousin," tim rubbed his forehead.
"Well there was the issue with what happened with me yes? Fraudulent papers that led to my induction at an illegal age according to the CIA, they were suing WOOHP for violating the rights of a group of teenagers they recruited who later were captured and killed by a terrorist cell they were investigating," Sam nodded her head, it was common knowledge among nearly all of the secret services agency around the globe of the incident, even with WOOHP's high record of success it was riddled with scandal.
"Well, a list came out of the Agents in the investigation, it went nearly four generations back to almost the start of WOOHP, the majority of them were highly ranked CIA and FBI agents, some even of the Secret Service, each had an incident with WOOHP that led to the death of a family member, they were looking to shut the company down, saying it was too dangerous for recruiting to happen for anyone under the age of eighteen," she could tell he was getting saddened by what he was saying. He then pulls out a mission statement, a small index card with coordinates, target, and time stamped upon it. Mostly assassinations or killings were given these cards but Sam recognized Jerry's signature at the bottom along with Logan's.
"What is this Tim?" he took a deep sigh before flipping over the card.
"This is the day that changed Logan's life forever, the day he chose his job over his entire family," Sam could see the list of names and some of which were ones she recognized, some she also saw as dead.
"What do you mean, tim my family is the majority of this list," taking the card from him she saw a decommissioned stamp on the front top corner, "But... It's been decommissioned. Why is this relevant?"
"It's relevant because your Aunt and cousin were on this list, along with every Agent involved along with their immediate families, you cousin was lucky to survive the gunshots she received from him, but half of this list is either "dead" or missing, ever since it was decommissioned Logan went into depression and ended up in a car explosion in Moscow," Sam was just looking over the case file pictures, images of her dead Aunt and other agents making her queazy.
"I'm telling you this because the list has been recommissioned, Jerry is adamant to have these people found, including your cousin and anyone who helps and believes in her," sam remained stoic.
"But Logan's dead yes? You said he ended up in a car explosion?" Tim looked gravely upon her.
"No, WOOHP hasn't told you everything Sam, they have the abilities to bring someone back form almost death, he sustained so much damage he's half android, WOOHP rebuilt him from the bloody mess he was to their new robotic play thing," Tim slid a picture to her of him and she couldn't help but get queazy, long gone were the nice baby blue eyes she recognized of her relative. A small red ring circled one eye while another was a dark blue, scars lined the outside of his neck and disappeared down his shirt.
"What does this mean Tim?" her voice shaking, Sam still couldn't comprehend the company she had been working at for so long was just as heartless as the people she went after, save a few.
"It means that they are trying to prove a point of their authority, he'll come after you, Jerry knows you don't want to be apart of this now and since you found the fraud case he'll most likely put you on the list too," his eyes looked worryingly on the redhead.
"So you are saying that he's back and out to finish the job he started? What about you Tim? What's going to happen to you now that you've told me all this, they obviously will know you pulled the file," he only sighed.
"Well, I haven't been working with them in awhile, I've been sticking to working with the local tech companies in Silicon Valley, but if need be, I can always stick around if you would like that?" he gave a smile and she couldn't help but blush.
"Well I do have a reunion to go to, and hopefully my family won't kill each other," he laughed and smiled.
"I would be glad to join you, oh there is one thing though I need to tell you," she looked puzzled at his expression.
"What is it Tim?" he gritted his teeth and sighed.
"Your father was on the list too, he was deputy director of the CIA at the time of the investigation," Sam's jaw dropped.
"WHAT?" she tried to contain her voice but this jacked with her system. Her father had never told her of any government agencies he was apart of, all she knew was he was a business man who traveled plenty.
"He resigned once the list became government knowledge when your Aunt and cousin were attacked, thank goodness your Uncle was with your father at the time or else things would have gone a lot worse then they are now," Tim stood up and walked over to the rapidly paling girl.
"But.. .wouldn't that mean he is in danger too? All of us are?" Tim only shrugged.
"It just means that we need to go after Logan, and hope that WOOHP will not have anything up its sleeve that could possibly make your cousin come out of hiding," this made Sam grimace.
"I hope they don't, but how will we get clearance for anything?" Tim smiled a bit and produced two badges.
"Well, may I be the first and hopefully only one to say welcome to the CIA my dear?" Tim smiled and she giggled.
"I guess that means I just resigned from WOOHP?" it was more of a forlorn realization.
"No, it means that you just became apart of their most wanted, which means your friends will come after you too," this made Sam unnerved.
"But it's Clover and Alex," he however became stern.
"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Blonde will follow any order Jerry gives them, you may be best friends with them but they will serve him like the servants they are you need to understand that WOOHP's intentions are not for the greater public, they are frauds and will do anything to gain power," this became confusing to Sam. She never truly thought badly about WOOHP until she learned of this case and now a flood gate of information was rocketing at her.
"Anything Tim? They would do anything? And how do you explain is anything?" he sighed again and leaned down.
"Anything, as in killing everyone who can say no."
Slightly more sinister then you thought.
~the Author whose name is now Charlotte Tudor.