Alex and Jake stared at Monica. "You're joking!" they both shouted in unison.
"Do I look like I'm joking? Come on you two. This assignment isn't going to sit well with Frank either once he finds out." Monica gave them a look and dropped the file on the table between them.
"Once I find out what, Monica?"
All three of them jumped at the sound of Frank Donovan's voice.
"Jesus!"
"FRANK!"
"Good God Don't Do That!"
Frank actually had to smile at his three agents in their flustered state. He'd developed a knack for sneaking up on them when they thought he was nowhere nearby.
"Where's Cody?" He leaned past Monica and brushed his fingertips along the tabletop towards the file.
Alex quickly reached over and pulled it back from him as Jake started distracting. "I think he's down in his hidey-hole working on some new gizmos."
Frank looked at Alex, slapped his hand down on the file and drug it along the table even as he shouted for Cody. "You guys are hiding something. You know it's no good to hide things from me, I always find out what it is." He opened the file and skimmed over the sheets inside.
Everyone watched as his eyes flicked back and forth, slowly growing darker. That was the only indication that what was in the file was upsetting to him.
"CODY!!"
Monica cringed back as Donovan's voice thundered through the nest.
"Yeah yeah, keep your trews on I'm right here." Cody sat down and sprawled out in the chair, his ever-present laptop in front of him.
"One of these days, Cody, I'm going to shoot you."
"Yeah, but then who would you threaten with senseless violence?"
Monica elbowed Cody as Alex and Jake had to spring up and tear Frank back as he lunged across the table for Cody's throat. Cody screamed like a girl as his laptop went crash-bang to the floor and his chair toppled over backwards, sending him rolling tail end over applecart across the floor.
"FRANK!!" Jake and Alex forced him down into a chair and held him there. "WHAT has gotten into you?"
"Get. Off. Me."
"Only if you promise not to try and choke Cody again. Jesus Boss, what's wrong with you? One minute you're actually cracking jokes and the next you're the wrath of God embodied." Jake moved in front of his boss and sat on the table. Cody was whimpering over his broken to bits laptop.
"Maybe Monica should explain it all to you." Frank's voice had taken a slightly defeated tone to it and he'd stopped struggling to get his two agents off of his lap. Alex let go and backed up, Jake did the same. Frank just sat forward and braced both elbows on the table as Monica picked up the file jacket, putting the papers inside.
"The agent we're being sent is one we all know. Alex, sit down for this one, you're not going to like it one bit."
Monica pushed a mug of Earl Grey tea and lemon under Frank's nose even as Alex and Jake sat down. They both hauled Cody into a chair between them as Monica started talking.
"Reymundo Montcalvez's brother has staged an upheaval and is moving the business back into the United States."
Alex and Jake looked at one another. "Montcalvez? Isn't that the one..."
" ... that the Hostage Recovery Specialist Callahan was in deep with..."
"... and another... oh my god not her!"
"Yes, her." Frank's forehead rested on his crossed forearms, his voice muffled in the sleeves of his black turtleneck sweater. "Agent Lillith Morgana Sinclair is joining us for a while."
Alex's face registered her rather pointed displeasure at the thought. "No bloody way in hell Frank. I can't work with that bitch!"
"Sit down Alex. You won't have to. I'm to go undercover with her. You and Jake are going under also, but in different circumstances." Frank raised his head up and gazed into the tea as Monica filled them in on the details.
"Geraldo Montcalvez seems a bit put out that his big brother is in an American prison and is in the process of appeals to get him out under diplomatic visas and such. While he is doing this, his employess and lackeys are re-establishing Reymundo's old pipelines and contacts. Now, Agent Sinclair is stepping back into the shoes she wore for a while, Seska Broussard. Geraldo never met the woman and all the reports, transcripts and legal documents made available to him by his sources say that she was never apprehended and is still on the FBI's most wanted list for the murder of a Federal Agent. Frank is to go back under as Mr. Richards. Now, it was not too well known by those outside of this room that Alex Channing isn't dead. However, we had to make it known that she is to give Broussard the alibi for being hunted down by the FBI. She's still in good with our arms dealers in the US and in Canada. We have her covered on that aspect. Jake, you and Alex are going in as two potential buyers in competition with Broussard and company. Cody and I will monitor everything and maintain the wire taps and such. Frank, what you didn't get to read yet is that an old friend of both of yours is going to be here while you're all out playing in the field."
Frank put down the mug of tea he'd been sipping and blinked. "Oh? Who?"
"Adam Wallace."
"Oh this ought to be priceless," he said.
At Jake and Alex's confused looks over the man they knew as the former Head of the FBI, Frank explained it to them. "Adam Wallace sponsored Litha into the HNR units, and according to her own testimonies, gave her personal consent to go in deep cover to sting Callahan. Wallace is the reason Litha is where and who she is today."
They were all so engrossed in their coversation over the assignment and the details that they didn't hear the door to the nest open and the woman's clicking footsteps across the concrete floor behind them.
"Donovan, you look like shit warmed over. You really should take a furlough and get some rest."
****
"Do I look like I'm joking? Come on you two. This assignment isn't going to sit well with Frank either once he finds out." Monica gave them a look and dropped the file on the table between them.
"Once I find out what, Monica?"
All three of them jumped at the sound of Frank Donovan's voice.
"Jesus!"
"FRANK!"
"Good God Don't Do That!"
Frank actually had to smile at his three agents in their flustered state. He'd developed a knack for sneaking up on them when they thought he was nowhere nearby.
"Where's Cody?" He leaned past Monica and brushed his fingertips along the tabletop towards the file.
Alex quickly reached over and pulled it back from him as Jake started distracting. "I think he's down in his hidey-hole working on some new gizmos."
Frank looked at Alex, slapped his hand down on the file and drug it along the table even as he shouted for Cody. "You guys are hiding something. You know it's no good to hide things from me, I always find out what it is." He opened the file and skimmed over the sheets inside.
Everyone watched as his eyes flicked back and forth, slowly growing darker. That was the only indication that what was in the file was upsetting to him.
"CODY!!"
Monica cringed back as Donovan's voice thundered through the nest.
"Yeah yeah, keep your trews on I'm right here." Cody sat down and sprawled out in the chair, his ever-present laptop in front of him.
"One of these days, Cody, I'm going to shoot you."
"Yeah, but then who would you threaten with senseless violence?"
Monica elbowed Cody as Alex and Jake had to spring up and tear Frank back as he lunged across the table for Cody's throat. Cody screamed like a girl as his laptop went crash-bang to the floor and his chair toppled over backwards, sending him rolling tail end over applecart across the floor.
"FRANK!!" Jake and Alex forced him down into a chair and held him there. "WHAT has gotten into you?"
"Get. Off. Me."
"Only if you promise not to try and choke Cody again. Jesus Boss, what's wrong with you? One minute you're actually cracking jokes and the next you're the wrath of God embodied." Jake moved in front of his boss and sat on the table. Cody was whimpering over his broken to bits laptop.
"Maybe Monica should explain it all to you." Frank's voice had taken a slightly defeated tone to it and he'd stopped struggling to get his two agents off of his lap. Alex let go and backed up, Jake did the same. Frank just sat forward and braced both elbows on the table as Monica picked up the file jacket, putting the papers inside.
"The agent we're being sent is one we all know. Alex, sit down for this one, you're not going to like it one bit."
Monica pushed a mug of Earl Grey tea and lemon under Frank's nose even as Alex and Jake sat down. They both hauled Cody into a chair between them as Monica started talking.
"Reymundo Montcalvez's brother has staged an upheaval and is moving the business back into the United States."
Alex and Jake looked at one another. "Montcalvez? Isn't that the one..."
" ... that the Hostage Recovery Specialist Callahan was in deep with..."
"... and another... oh my god not her!"
"Yes, her." Frank's forehead rested on his crossed forearms, his voice muffled in the sleeves of his black turtleneck sweater. "Agent Lillith Morgana Sinclair is joining us for a while."
Alex's face registered her rather pointed displeasure at the thought. "No bloody way in hell Frank. I can't work with that bitch!"
"Sit down Alex. You won't have to. I'm to go undercover with her. You and Jake are going under also, but in different circumstances." Frank raised his head up and gazed into the tea as Monica filled them in on the details.
"Geraldo Montcalvez seems a bit put out that his big brother is in an American prison and is in the process of appeals to get him out under diplomatic visas and such. While he is doing this, his employess and lackeys are re-establishing Reymundo's old pipelines and contacts. Now, Agent Sinclair is stepping back into the shoes she wore for a while, Seska Broussard. Geraldo never met the woman and all the reports, transcripts and legal documents made available to him by his sources say that she was never apprehended and is still on the FBI's most wanted list for the murder of a Federal Agent. Frank is to go back under as Mr. Richards. Now, it was not too well known by those outside of this room that Alex Channing isn't dead. However, we had to make it known that she is to give Broussard the alibi for being hunted down by the FBI. She's still in good with our arms dealers in the US and in Canada. We have her covered on that aspect. Jake, you and Alex are going in as two potential buyers in competition with Broussard and company. Cody and I will monitor everything and maintain the wire taps and such. Frank, what you didn't get to read yet is that an old friend of both of yours is going to be here while you're all out playing in the field."
Frank put down the mug of tea he'd been sipping and blinked. "Oh? Who?"
"Adam Wallace."
"Oh this ought to be priceless," he said.
At Jake and Alex's confused looks over the man they knew as the former Head of the FBI, Frank explained it to them. "Adam Wallace sponsored Litha into the HNR units, and according to her own testimonies, gave her personal consent to go in deep cover to sting Callahan. Wallace is the reason Litha is where and who she is today."
They were all so engrossed in their coversation over the assignment and the details that they didn't hear the door to the nest open and the woman's clicking footsteps across the concrete floor behind them.
"Donovan, you look like shit warmed over. You really should take a furlough and get some rest."
****