The plane touched down and entered the hangar as everybody prepared to exit and go their separate ways. Though for one of the pasangers that was more than just another successful mission. To her it was probably the last one ever.
Dagmara stayed behind as everybody filled out of the plane and gazed longingly at the last rays of sun that still filtered through the small windows, afraid it may be the last time she saw the sunset.
"Kid, you good?" The blonde viking called managing to get her attention without distracting her from her thoughts.
"We'll see." she sighed, finally following the rest of her squad, quickly grabbing her bag of gear from the bench.
News must have reached them...they should be here by now...she thought degestively. Dread filled her while being, darkening her mismatched eyes. That was it, the beggining of the end.
Taking a deep breath she counted her steps as if trying to calm her nerves, and maybe in another universe where her brain didn't work as five, it would have worked. Had it not been for her brain many things would have been different but she hayed to think about hopeless possibilities.
"RAISE YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM AND DROP THE SACK! DAGMARA YUZHVIN, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" yelled an authoritive male voice, yet she barely heard him over the notice of the three helicopters hovering above the hangar. Daga suddenly felt the slight warming of a thousand spots on her neck and face where the laser pointers of the sniperists showed.
Oh, the massacre this could turn into... but no, she deemed it better to just surrender, for the first time without a fight, and hope for the best. So the girl just oblidged to the commands given and dropped the sack, raising her hands to show she was unarmed.
"What the Hell?" an outraged yell came from behind her back.
Of course, her lover will step up for her, she knew he'd do it anytime. But this certain once he needed to step back if he didn't want to be the next target of the agents before her. Suddenly half the red spots found their home in him, raising an icy panic inside Dagmara's heart.
"No, let him be." She yelled exasperatedly, "You have me, that's what you came for, isn't it?" She raised her hands higher for the choppers to see her refusal to fight back then announced in a calmer voice: "Here, you have me, let everyone else go."
"Agent Stilinski, I'm warning you to step back from the suspect or become a potential one!" Someone from the back rows yelled to the confused soldier who was yet to figure out the current situation.
"Stand down, soldiers. She's more of a friend then you know!"
The lines of agents reorganized in the motion of two separating tides to reveal a man in a suit not unlike all the other major figures of the organization, but unfamiliar to either Project-members.
Tall, fit but lean - puts more use to his brain than his body. Posture is straight but not military-straight - trained well but to think rather than to kill. Suit and slicked hair suggest professional experience in Defense Unit. Grey hairs and forehead wrinckles- stress. 50+ of age. Divorced because of his workaholic tendencies. Two daughters and a son.
" , so glad to finally meet you." the man smiled kindly, sincerely, offering his hand for her to shake. "I'm a fan of your works. General O'Neil." he introduced.
Daga was startled by his kindness, partially because her machine of a brain was still loading the new information for calculation. Until it all fell in place.
Finally! It was high time someone took care of the situation!
She took his hand and shook it with respect. Finally! She will find treatment other than that given to a machine, a weapon. Finally, some understanding and support.
"And as much as I wouldn't like it, we'll have to arrest you now." he stated nonchalantly with a slight grin o his face. "But don't worry, it probably won't be too long until we have to release you."
"Why would you arrest her, General? What's she done?" Jonathan inquired, trying not to show off his confusion.
With a sigh the General shot his clear green eyes towards the young man and sighed somberly.
"My boy, don't let her pretty face deceive you. She's..."
"I know what she's capable of, General." he interrupted. "I'm asking what she did just so I know who to defend her to." the General, surprised by the response, smiled admiringly at the very readiness of Jonathan, and if we have to be absolutely fair, something twitched and warmed in Daga's chest as well.
"Well then. , you have been charged for infiltrating into NATO's database, and using classified information on some of our finest soldiers. Also, threatening the security of the Organisation and all the countries signed into it."
Both young agent stood quietly in front of the General, for his previous statement had a hint of incompleteness.
"However, you have done it in the cause of justice, to expose those who have bought their way into our system. In regard of the situation, , the sentence is still uncertain."
"When will the trial be held?"she could barely contain the melancholic laughter that bubbled up into her throat, once again she had been right.
"Soon enough. You will be judged by the International Court of Justice in the Hague by the end of the month. We hope that you can come up with less than a scratch if we pull the right strings..."
"No!" she bellowed. "I want it to be fair. No strings, no connections, no nothing. If the judges decide to justify my actions then I'll be free to go. If not then...we'll see."
General O'Neil rose his eyebrows in surprise yet the easy-going smile soon came back to his face. "Very well then. Would you like us to hire you a lawyer?"
"I'd rather defend myself on my own, thank you."
"Good, then." the man then frowned and looked at the ground briefly before fixing back those mismatched eyes. "We'll have to arrest you now, though."
The girl just chuckled and turned her back to him, rising her hands in the air so that one of the soldiers behind him could cuff her hands together. She was taking this a bit better then she expected. That's some progress there.
And then there was Jonathan. The young man just stood there completely unable to utter a word or show any other expression than the one of confusion. Hague? Court of Justice? No lawyer? What?
Oh, she must be crazy. But she was his crazy and he refused to let her go like that.
As three of the soldiers came behind Daga, already cuffed tight, the band came behind him slowly stepping near, as if not to scare him away.
"Guys, you won't believe..."
"We heard it all." muttered Gan. "No one's really surprised."
"And she's always wanted to see the Hague so...a dream come true, yeah?" added Teddy melancholically.
The only sound the blonde american on the other end of the line made was an ironical scoff.
"You're an idiot!" Caleb stated as a matter of fact.
"What?"
"This girl right there." the blonde pointed towards the back of Daga's hair, as she was being led towards one of the cars. "I've been trying to get this girl for as long as you have. You were lucky to get one night of green light and now you're just gonna let it go like this?!" his voice rose with every next word he spoke.
"You know?"
"Everybody knows, dumbass. I think they even heard you in Australia. But thats not the point! The point is..."
"Thanks!" Hehe murmured not willing to hear anymore of the blonde's ramble, he ran off to find his girl.
"Wait!" all heads turned towards him as he ran the long distance between the warehouse entrance and the military jeeps. All was silent as he ran straight through the crowd pushing anyone who was in his way, without his characteristic apology. The man reached the sleek black car that his girlfriend almost disappeared into and sweeped her into his arms, pulling her face towards his in a searing kiss. His hands rose towards her cheeks to hold her close as if afraid she'd be pulled back by someone. He sorely missed the feeling of her cold hands around his neck but soon forgot about that when she bit his lip as if promising him there will be a next time.
When the both of them pulled back Dagmara sighed and smiled softly.
"Took you long enough." she muttered refusing to separate the tip of her nose and forehead from his.
"We gotta go!"
Suddenly a hand tried to yank her arm back, but she was quick to turn around, shake her hands from the previously loosened handcuffs, and a land a hook into the soldier's face.
"Are you new here or are you just suicidal? Can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation here?" she scolded the man clutching his eye.
"General, tell me I could come and visit." The boy pleaded without taking his eyes away from her. Blood, sweat, tears and grime never managed to make her even one bit less astonishing. If anything they gave her the look of a strong girl. His strong girl.
"You could. But we'll have to figure out some schedule. For now you'll have to be separated for a while."
"And the trial?"
"You will be called, as well as all of the witnesses of her most recent actions, and will have to speak in her favor. The details will be sent to HQ no later that Friday evening 1800 hours."
"Thank you."
"Do you need a minute?" what an incredibly understanding man.
"Yes, sir. Just one." She answered for him, still not wanting to look away. He may be the last pretty thing she sees in the next months or so.
"Fall back, ladies and gentlemen, give 'em some space."
"Will you be fine?" he questioned worriedly, caressing her cheek.
"If you come to see me, I will."
"You know," he chuckled "you don't need to say those cheesy things, right?"
"No, I don't, but you like hearing them and I feel like I owe you a lot more than that."
"Alright guys, time's up!" The General stated.
They kissed briefly for the last time and looked into each other's eyes deeply. Her hands came to cup at his face near his prominent cheekbones.
"Take care of her for me, General."
"Will do, son." And the jeep sped off into a cloud of dust to somewhere far from here.
"That's more like it." Caleb affirmed.
"She'll be fine, dont worry." Gan assured patting the youg doctor's shoulder.
"If not she'll just break the neck of the bastard that dares bother her and that'll be it."
"Yeah." Jonathan mumbled quietly. "She'll be fine."