Will's Girl

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Rating: PG for mild language.

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Chapter Nine - Operation Huge Coincidence

At SD-6 headquarters, Sloane had called a briefing. Jack arrived at the meeting early, as is his habit, and found Sydney waiting for him. The look on Sydney's face told him that she had something private she wanted to talk about. He took out his frequency-jamming pen, and set his watch alarm for 60 seconds.

"What's up?" Jack asked.

"Do you know the agent that they're assigning to Will's case?"

"I didn't know they had selected anybody," Jack said truthfully.

"At my last meeting with Vaughn he was talking about an agent, an agent that was coming off a two year undercover operation. Jess."

"Jessica Anderson," Jack nodded. "She's an excellent choice. I didn't realize that she had completed her last mission. That is very fortunate for Tippin, and for the agency."

"So, she's really that good?" Sydney asked.

"Yes, she is," Jack said flatly. "She's the best female field agent we've got in LA." Jack paused trying to determine what exactly was bothering Sydney. "Do you have a problem with Anderson being assigned to the case?"

Sydney made a face, "No, no, of course not. I don't even know her; how could I have a problem with her?

"I just want to make sure that they provide Will with someone who can protect him and get him used to this wreck of a life that we all share."

Jack didn't believe her, but wasn't able to ask any more questions because Sloane entered the conference room followed closely by Dixon and Marshall.

Jack slipped the top back on the pen and returned it to his jacket pocket. "Well, that should take care of that, I would say." Sydney nodded to keep the illusion in tact.

The five took a few moments for greetings, and then Sloane brought up a photo of a middle-aged man on the viewing monitors. "This is Dr. Vladimir Belyacov, a prominent psychiatrist at Kaliningrad University. For the past eight years, he has been working on a study of intelligence officers. What traits distinguish those in the intelligence field from other people, what traits make one intelligence officer better than another, among other things. Of most importance to us, and to the entire intelligence community, is a companion study that he is working on regarding double agents. A profile of what double agents have in common, some believe that he has come up with a mathematical formula that can be used to predict whether an intelligence officer has a tendency for the ultimate double cross."

Both Sydney and Jack started straight at Sloane. Jack said, "That's an interesting supposition that human nature can be predicted by a mathematic formal. Who participated in the study?"

"They say that agents from 14 different countries participated, but the majority of them where US agents that went to work for the KGB," Sloane answered.

Sloane changed the screen to show a photograph of a university building. "Belyacov's office and lab are in this building under minimal security. You two need to get the report, and destroy all remaining traces of the study and its data.

"Now Marshall will brief you on the op tech," Sloane said as he sat down.

Marshall stood up looked at Sydney, and asked, "May I have your hand, Agent Bristow?" Sydney extended her right hand. Marshall took her hand into his and Sydney couldn't help but notice how sweaty it was. "Here you have an ordinary, ring, right?" Marshall presented a gold ring with a large, fiery ruby. "Wrong. This ring, while spectacularly beautiful, well, not nearly as beautiful as you, Agent Bristow," Marshall started to stutter as he slid the ring her finger. He started to blush as he realized that the ring was too small for her finger. "Uh, well, lets try the other hand," Marshall said. Marshall had no trouble getting the ring on her left hand. "Yes, well, there you go. A gorgeous ring. Could be an engagement ring. although most engagement rings are diamonds. but that's not to say that a woman couldn't have any type of engagement ring she wanted. Did you know that Princess Diana's ring was actually a sapphire surrounded by diamonds?" Sydney smiled at Marshall's antics, and Dixon was having a hard time keeping from laughing.

"Marshall, this is op tech, not Jeopardy," Sloane said becoming impatient.

"Uh, yeah. well, of course it is," Marshall made eye contact with Sydney then blushed immediately and looked down at the table. "Well, so, the ring is also a micro-recorder. To activate it turn the ruby clockwise. To play a recording, turn the ruby counter-clockwise.

"Ruskofinov's office is protected with voice recognition and fingerprint recognition. If you can get a sample of his voice recorded with this ring, you can use this," Marshall placed a contraption about the size of a butter dish on the table, "To transfer his voice onto this chip," Marshall pointed to a thin wafer on the contraption. "Then, when you're ready to get into the office, you swallow the wafer. The wafer will dissolve almost immediately, but the chemicals in the wafer will bond with your vocal cords to simulate Ruskofinov's voice. Temporarily, of course."

"That's amazing, Marshall," Sydney said. "How long does it last?"

"So far, it's been lasting about ten minutes," Marshall replied blushing at her compliment. He put small box on the table. "This is the same fingerprint kit that you used last year in Jakarta. Get his fingerprint, then use this kit to create a latex mold." Sydney and Dixon nodded.

Jack spoke for the first time, "I'm sure that I don't have to point out that this is a high risk op, considering that you will be in K- directorate's back yard." Sydney and Dixon both nodded solemnly. "This op must be by the book."

"You leave early tomorrow morning," Sloane said as he got up. "Jack will brief you on your cover. Good luck."