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Crouching Tiger: Chapter 3
By Marissa
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Mac yawned as she poured herself another cup of coffee. It was well past midnight here at the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.
"Mac? You're still here?" Webb asked coming into pour some coffee for himself as well. "Why don't you go home?"
"I should ask you the same question." Mac replied as she followed him back to his office. In all truth she hadn't learned anything new since arriving at the headquarters over two hours ago, but at least she could feel like she was doing something. "This isn't looking very promising, is it?"
"No," responded Webb. "Dulles is an international airport. I'm sure he has falsified credit cards to go along with the passports you saw. There's no telling where he went. Right now we're just trying to figure out exactly how much information he has." Webb sighed and ran an errant hand though his hair. "This is one hell of a mess."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Mac asked the tired agent.
Clayton glanced at his watch. "Well, for starters you could tell me everything about you and Harm. Where you went, what you saw, what you did and what cases you had."
Mac took a deep breath and sat down in the chair in the corner of Webb's office. "I met Harm for the first time in the Rose Garden of the White House..."
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Harm's eyes snapped open. What time was it? A quick glance at the clock told him that it was a few minutes past noon. He had enough time for a shower and a quick feel of his chin told him that he could use a shave as well. Once that was completed his changed his clothes, repacked his bags and made his way to the hotel lobby. After checking out he headed towards Green Park for his rendezvous with Agent H.
The walk though the park was a pleasant one. The large tress provided a cool shade from the unusually muggy weather that had descended upon London that day. It didn't take him long to find the palace entrance. It wasn't really an entrance, but rather a large gate leading to the front of Buckingham Palace itself. He waited there for a few minutes, watching the various tourists shuttle back and fourth.
"John," a voice called out. "So nice to see you again."
Harm turned to see a fair-skinned, brown haired man walking towards him. He looked vaguely familiar..."Alex! Long time no see." Alex and Harm had attended the RVS academy together and had been good friends during that time. However, it had been many years since he'd seen him and last he'd heard Alex had been based in London, which explained why it was he that was escorting Harm back to Russia.
"How's life been treating you?" They both spoke in American English so as not to draw unwanted attention.
"Well, just fine until a few days ago."
Alex looked grim. "I heard. It happens to the best of us, but it's nice to finally have you back."
"It's nice to be home Alex, it's nice to be home."
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"Wow," Webb exclaimed after Mac finished her story. For the most part he had remained silent, stopping Mac only to clarify on certain issues. "You two went though quite a lot together."
"I hate to think that it was all for nothing and that it was just some act that Harm..." here she hesitated. Harm wasn't his real name, but calling him by his Russian name...she wasn't quite ready to make that final leap yet. "That Harm put on as part of his job as a spy."
"Spy or not I doubt that any man could go though all you just told me about as part of an act," Webb comforted her.
"I suppose so," Mac replied with a large lawn. "What time is it?"
"It's half-past four. You really should be getting home."
Mac stood up sleepily and rubbed her burning eyes. "My car is still back at the JAG headquarters."
"That's probably for the best. You really shouldn't be driving when you're as tired as you are. I can give you a ride."
Mac was too tired to protest. "Thanks Webb." She followed him down to the large underground parking lot. She smiled when she saw Clayton unlocking the door to a brand new black Porsche. "Boy's and their toys," she mumbled.
"What'd you say?" Webb asked.
"Nothing," Mac replied, thinking of her own red corvette still parked in the JAG parking lot.
The two, Mac and Webb, were largely silent for the ride to Mac's apartment. Being the gentleman that he was, Clayton parked his car and walked Mac to her apartment door.
"Where's Mic?" he asked as Mac opened the door to her darkened apartment.
"He's away on business," she replied curtly. There was no need to tell Webb that she and Mic were now history, with Brumby already back in Australia. The fact that they had called off the engagement wasn't exactly public knowledge. In reality, Harm was the only person who knew, not that it mattered now.
"Good night then I guess, or good morning, depending on how you look at it."
"Good night Clay. Thanks for all your help today. I need a friend right now, preferably one who's not going to turn out to be a Russian spy."
Webb smiled at the bad joke. "You know where to find me if you need anything else," with that, he left.
Mac went to her bedroom and stripped down to her panties before pulling on her pajamas. After washing her face and brushing her teeth she collapsed into her bed and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.
Crouching Tiger: Chapter 3
By Marissa
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Mac yawned as she poured herself another cup of coffee. It was well past midnight here at the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.
"Mac? You're still here?" Webb asked coming into pour some coffee for himself as well. "Why don't you go home?"
"I should ask you the same question." Mac replied as she followed him back to his office. In all truth she hadn't learned anything new since arriving at the headquarters over two hours ago, but at least she could feel like she was doing something. "This isn't looking very promising, is it?"
"No," responded Webb. "Dulles is an international airport. I'm sure he has falsified credit cards to go along with the passports you saw. There's no telling where he went. Right now we're just trying to figure out exactly how much information he has." Webb sighed and ran an errant hand though his hair. "This is one hell of a mess."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Mac asked the tired agent.
Clayton glanced at his watch. "Well, for starters you could tell me everything about you and Harm. Where you went, what you saw, what you did and what cases you had."
Mac took a deep breath and sat down in the chair in the corner of Webb's office. "I met Harm for the first time in the Rose Garden of the White House..."
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Harm's eyes snapped open. What time was it? A quick glance at the clock told him that it was a few minutes past noon. He had enough time for a shower and a quick feel of his chin told him that he could use a shave as well. Once that was completed his changed his clothes, repacked his bags and made his way to the hotel lobby. After checking out he headed towards Green Park for his rendezvous with Agent H.
The walk though the park was a pleasant one. The large tress provided a cool shade from the unusually muggy weather that had descended upon London that day. It didn't take him long to find the palace entrance. It wasn't really an entrance, but rather a large gate leading to the front of Buckingham Palace itself. He waited there for a few minutes, watching the various tourists shuttle back and fourth.
"John," a voice called out. "So nice to see you again."
Harm turned to see a fair-skinned, brown haired man walking towards him. He looked vaguely familiar..."Alex! Long time no see." Alex and Harm had attended the RVS academy together and had been good friends during that time. However, it had been many years since he'd seen him and last he'd heard Alex had been based in London, which explained why it was he that was escorting Harm back to Russia.
"How's life been treating you?" They both spoke in American English so as not to draw unwanted attention.
"Well, just fine until a few days ago."
Alex looked grim. "I heard. It happens to the best of us, but it's nice to finally have you back."
"It's nice to be home Alex, it's nice to be home."
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"Wow," Webb exclaimed after Mac finished her story. For the most part he had remained silent, stopping Mac only to clarify on certain issues. "You two went though quite a lot together."
"I hate to think that it was all for nothing and that it was just some act that Harm..." here she hesitated. Harm wasn't his real name, but calling him by his Russian name...she wasn't quite ready to make that final leap yet. "That Harm put on as part of his job as a spy."
"Spy or not I doubt that any man could go though all you just told me about as part of an act," Webb comforted her.
"I suppose so," Mac replied with a large lawn. "What time is it?"
"It's half-past four. You really should be getting home."
Mac stood up sleepily and rubbed her burning eyes. "My car is still back at the JAG headquarters."
"That's probably for the best. You really shouldn't be driving when you're as tired as you are. I can give you a ride."
Mac was too tired to protest. "Thanks Webb." She followed him down to the large underground parking lot. She smiled when she saw Clayton unlocking the door to a brand new black Porsche. "Boy's and their toys," she mumbled.
"What'd you say?" Webb asked.
"Nothing," Mac replied, thinking of her own red corvette still parked in the JAG parking lot.
The two, Mac and Webb, were largely silent for the ride to Mac's apartment. Being the gentleman that he was, Clayton parked his car and walked Mac to her apartment door.
"Where's Mic?" he asked as Mac opened the door to her darkened apartment.
"He's away on business," she replied curtly. There was no need to tell Webb that she and Mic were now history, with Brumby already back in Australia. The fact that they had called off the engagement wasn't exactly public knowledge. In reality, Harm was the only person who knew, not that it mattered now.
"Good night then I guess, or good morning, depending on how you look at it."
"Good night Clay. Thanks for all your help today. I need a friend right now, preferably one who's not going to turn out to be a Russian spy."
Webb smiled at the bad joke. "You know where to find me if you need anything else," with that, he left.
Mac went to her bedroom and stripped down to her panties before pulling on her pajamas. After washing her face and brushing her teeth she collapsed into her bed and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.