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As always, the same old boring disclaimer applies. I own nothing.
Yeah.
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~Thalia
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Raye awoke the next morning to the sound of the front door slamming shut. She glanced around her. Nope, definitely not
her room. Then, she remembered. She was staying at Fallon Henderson's place. She remembered coming back after taking
Fallon to HER penthouse, then falling asleep on the sofa. Then, how did she get into the bedroom? She looked down at
herself. She was still dressed in the red silk evening gown that she'd worn last night. It was a bit wrinkled, but nothing that
the dry-cleaners couldn't sort out. She got up, stretched, and saw, to her surprise, her stuff carried into the room as well,
lying on the chair next to the bed. She showered, then changed into a black pin-striped pantsuit.
James was making coffee when she emerged from her room. "Good morning." He greeted her cheerfully. "I'm pretty hopeless
with cooking, so I got a few egg McMuffins from McDonald's." He gestured towards the paper bag on the table. "I've called
Fallon, she'll be heading to work in two hours, so that gives you about half an hour before you need to go there. I've set all
surveillance systems to disable in exactly 25 minutes, for 10 minutes. That should give you enough time to leave here, and
Saffir wouldn't be able to see any car leave here."
Raye nodded. He had foresight, and good skills handling technology. Plus, he was cute. Very cute. Of course, she wouldn't
tell him that, but nevertheless..."Was it you that carried me to the room last night?" She asked, her voice neutral.
'Uh-oh. Bitch-slap incoming.' "Yeah, I thought the bed might be a bit more comfortable than the sofa." He said cautiously.
"Oh. Thank you, I guess." Raye replied. He looked at her with mild surprise, but she didn't notice, as at that moment, the
coffeemaker buzzed. She got up and poured two mugfuls of the drink, handing one to him.
He dug two packets of Equal from his pocket and dumped them in, and then added some cream. "Got them at McDonald's."
He said, seeing her raise a questioning eyebrow. She nodded, and added sugar and cream to her own coffee. Soon, they
had finished breakfast, and Raye headed out to go to her penthouse and escort Fallon Henderson to work. "Good-bye, and
have a nice day!" She called over her shoulder.
James gave a wave, and then cleared the table and went back to his computer.
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Raye drove Fallon to work in an inconspicuous white Ford sedan. As they paused in the wake of morning commuter traffic,
Fallon turned to Raye, smiling slightly.
"So, how long have you and James known each other?"
Raye raised a fine, perfectly arched black eyebrow. "We just met for this assignment to get rid of Saffir. Why?"
"He seems like a very nice guy."
Raye rolled her eyes, "I see where this is headed. Don't get any ideas into that pretty little head of yours."
Fallon laughed. "Maybe YOU should get some ideas into that pretty little head of YOURS. I'm serious. He really seems like a
very nice guy."
Raye deigned not to comment. Fallon persisted, "He seems intelligent, gentlemanly and caring. Not to mention handsome."
"FALLON!" Raye hissed. "You're married! And please stop acting like a teenager!"
"It's true! Don't you think that he's a nice guy?"
Raye sighed. "Yes, yes, I think he's very nice. Topic closed." The traffic had cleared somewhat, and she resumed driving.
Soon, they reached the embassy, where explosive detectors had already been installed. Raye handed Fallon an explosives
detector. "Run this over every, and I mean EVERY piece of mail, package, or whatever you receive. I don't care if it's just a
3x5 notecard, or a fucking tray of blueberry muffins. Saffir is brilliant. The intricacy of the bomb left at your place last night
proves it. Understand? If it beeps, DO NOT touch it, and press the alarm button I gave you yesterday. Is that understood?"
She whispered into the other woman's ear. Fallon nodded. "Good." Out of the corner of her eye, Raye saw a woman with an
ill-fitting police uniform watching them intently. 'Shit.' Aloud, she said, "Well, I hope you have fun today!" Fallon gave her a
strange look, but walked in without a word. Raye got into her car and drove towards the 'cop'. Putting on her most neutral
face, she asked.
"Excuse me, ma'am, would you know where I can find the nearest gas station?" The 'cop' gave her a look, and replied.
"Step out of the car." Raye obediently stepped out, ready for what would come next. The 'cop' took out a pair of handcuffs
and reached for Raye's wrists. In an instant, Raye had kicked the handcuffs out of the assassin's hands.
"Damn, what's this with people grabbing my wrists anyway?" Raye asked. The assassin had drawn her gun, and started to
shoot. Raye sprang behind a nearby car, then somersaulted over another car. It was always this way. Play hide-and-seek
til the assassin runs out of bullets, then kick the assassin's ass. Predictably, the phony cop soon dropped her gun, and Raye
sprang out from the minivan she had crouched behind, her own gun drawn. She shot, but the bullet did no harm. 'Shit, she's
wearing a Teflon vest.' Vaulting into the air, Raye leapt over the assassin's head, and shot her behind her left ear. She fell
at once, dead. Taking out an explosives detector, Raye scanned the dead 'cop'.
It beeped. Raye scanned the corpse, and snatched the single parking ticket from her pocket. 'A-ha! Of course!' There was a
small red button on the back of the 'officer's' badge. Raye went back to her car, and opened up the trunk. She extracted a
longbow and an arrow. She wrapped the parking ticket around the shaft of the arrow, and fired it upwards, then pressed the
red button.
KA-BOOM! The arrow and ticket exploded about 40 feet above her in a fiery cloud. Raye breathed a sigh of relief. Had Saffir
succeeded in his plan, the assassin would have put the ticket on the car, and pressed the red button when Fallon removed
the ticket from the windshield wiper. Then, Fallon, and probably herself as well, would have exploded into tiny bloody pieces.
She went back to identify the assassin. "Alexandrite." She muttered. Collecting the badge, gun and handcuffs into evidence
bags. "James?" She whispered, knowing that both of them still wore their earpieces.
"Yes, what happened?"
"Alexandrite. Bitch had parking ticket bomb." Raye said in her usual polite and subdued way. James silently swore. "And I'll
bet that she probably had a camera on her as well. Did you dispatch her?"
"Of course. So Saffir now probably knows that it's me. You better get cracking and change my information. Name, address,
everything."
"Doing that right now. You're now under the fictitious name of Rose Bernard, age 25, living in San Diego and working as an
accountant, etc. etc. Pretty boring, but I think that's what we want. Now, it's good that you told me immediately, because
he has not located your place yet. Otherwise..."
"Understood." At that moment, Raye's alarm button went off. "Shit. Trouble. I'll talk to you later." Raye quickly walked into
the embassy and went straight to Fallon's office. Fallon held at arm's length a small paper carton, the type that comes with
Chinese food carry-out. Raye inspected it closely, then turned it over, and opened it from the bottom. Sure enough, there
were wires, and a small digital clock, counting down...56 seconds. Raye rapidly set to work. Purple wire pulled, crossed with
blue, and rewired. Good. That clock stopped. Now, it could be opened from the top. Now, the black wire needed to be cut,
and the yellow one needed to be cut exactly 10 seconds after that. 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1. Snap! 22 more seconds.
Raye and Fallon waited, tense. Nothing. Phew!
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Raye drove Fallon back to her penthouse in a different car. After thoroughly
inspecting her penthouse for any bombs, Raye left, and drove to a nearby grocery store. She browsed through the aisles,
and soon found what she was looking for. Then, she told James that she was heading back, and would be home in half an
hour, so disable surveillance once again accordingly.
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James saw his partner enter with a plastic bag in her hands. She gave him a small smile, and held it out to him. "A present.
So you no longer need to snitch anything from Mickey D's." She said lightly. He took the bag from her and looked inside.
It was a can of Equal. Touched, he gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you." He remembered Mina's words from when he had
first found out about this assignment. 'She's really sweet once you get to know her, and loyal.' Mina was quite right indeed.
"That was very nice of you."
She gave him a small, friendly peck on the lips. "No problem. Now, how about we do something for dinner right now?"
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Yeah.
Thanks to those who have reviewed, keep it up!
~Thalia
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Raye awoke the next morning to the sound of the front door slamming shut. She glanced around her. Nope, definitely not
her room. Then, she remembered. She was staying at Fallon Henderson's place. She remembered coming back after taking
Fallon to HER penthouse, then falling asleep on the sofa. Then, how did she get into the bedroom? She looked down at
herself. She was still dressed in the red silk evening gown that she'd worn last night. It was a bit wrinkled, but nothing that
the dry-cleaners couldn't sort out. She got up, stretched, and saw, to her surprise, her stuff carried into the room as well,
lying on the chair next to the bed. She showered, then changed into a black pin-striped pantsuit.
James was making coffee when she emerged from her room. "Good morning." He greeted her cheerfully. "I'm pretty hopeless
with cooking, so I got a few egg McMuffins from McDonald's." He gestured towards the paper bag on the table. "I've called
Fallon, she'll be heading to work in two hours, so that gives you about half an hour before you need to go there. I've set all
surveillance systems to disable in exactly 25 minutes, for 10 minutes. That should give you enough time to leave here, and
Saffir wouldn't be able to see any car leave here."
Raye nodded. He had foresight, and good skills handling technology. Plus, he was cute. Very cute. Of course, she wouldn't
tell him that, but nevertheless..."Was it you that carried me to the room last night?" She asked, her voice neutral.
'Uh-oh. Bitch-slap incoming.' "Yeah, I thought the bed might be a bit more comfortable than the sofa." He said cautiously.
"Oh. Thank you, I guess." Raye replied. He looked at her with mild surprise, but she didn't notice, as at that moment, the
coffeemaker buzzed. She got up and poured two mugfuls of the drink, handing one to him.
He dug two packets of Equal from his pocket and dumped them in, and then added some cream. "Got them at McDonald's."
He said, seeing her raise a questioning eyebrow. She nodded, and added sugar and cream to her own coffee. Soon, they
had finished breakfast, and Raye headed out to go to her penthouse and escort Fallon Henderson to work. "Good-bye, and
have a nice day!" She called over her shoulder.
James gave a wave, and then cleared the table and went back to his computer.
~ ~ ~
Raye drove Fallon to work in an inconspicuous white Ford sedan. As they paused in the wake of morning commuter traffic,
Fallon turned to Raye, smiling slightly.
"So, how long have you and James known each other?"
Raye raised a fine, perfectly arched black eyebrow. "We just met for this assignment to get rid of Saffir. Why?"
"He seems like a very nice guy."
Raye rolled her eyes, "I see where this is headed. Don't get any ideas into that pretty little head of yours."
Fallon laughed. "Maybe YOU should get some ideas into that pretty little head of YOURS. I'm serious. He really seems like a
very nice guy."
Raye deigned not to comment. Fallon persisted, "He seems intelligent, gentlemanly and caring. Not to mention handsome."
"FALLON!" Raye hissed. "You're married! And please stop acting like a teenager!"
"It's true! Don't you think that he's a nice guy?"
Raye sighed. "Yes, yes, I think he's very nice. Topic closed." The traffic had cleared somewhat, and she resumed driving.
Soon, they reached the embassy, where explosive detectors had already been installed. Raye handed Fallon an explosives
detector. "Run this over every, and I mean EVERY piece of mail, package, or whatever you receive. I don't care if it's just a
3x5 notecard, or a fucking tray of blueberry muffins. Saffir is brilliant. The intricacy of the bomb left at your place last night
proves it. Understand? If it beeps, DO NOT touch it, and press the alarm button I gave you yesterday. Is that understood?"
She whispered into the other woman's ear. Fallon nodded. "Good." Out of the corner of her eye, Raye saw a woman with an
ill-fitting police uniform watching them intently. 'Shit.' Aloud, she said, "Well, I hope you have fun today!" Fallon gave her a
strange look, but walked in without a word. Raye got into her car and drove towards the 'cop'. Putting on her most neutral
face, she asked.
"Excuse me, ma'am, would you know where I can find the nearest gas station?" The 'cop' gave her a look, and replied.
"Step out of the car." Raye obediently stepped out, ready for what would come next. The 'cop' took out a pair of handcuffs
and reached for Raye's wrists. In an instant, Raye had kicked the handcuffs out of the assassin's hands.
"Damn, what's this with people grabbing my wrists anyway?" Raye asked. The assassin had drawn her gun, and started to
shoot. Raye sprang behind a nearby car, then somersaulted over another car. It was always this way. Play hide-and-seek
til the assassin runs out of bullets, then kick the assassin's ass. Predictably, the phony cop soon dropped her gun, and Raye
sprang out from the minivan she had crouched behind, her own gun drawn. She shot, but the bullet did no harm. 'Shit, she's
wearing a Teflon vest.' Vaulting into the air, Raye leapt over the assassin's head, and shot her behind her left ear. She fell
at once, dead. Taking out an explosives detector, Raye scanned the dead 'cop'.
It beeped. Raye scanned the corpse, and snatched the single parking ticket from her pocket. 'A-ha! Of course!' There was a
small red button on the back of the 'officer's' badge. Raye went back to her car, and opened up the trunk. She extracted a
longbow and an arrow. She wrapped the parking ticket around the shaft of the arrow, and fired it upwards, then pressed the
red button.
KA-BOOM! The arrow and ticket exploded about 40 feet above her in a fiery cloud. Raye breathed a sigh of relief. Had Saffir
succeeded in his plan, the assassin would have put the ticket on the car, and pressed the red button when Fallon removed
the ticket from the windshield wiper. Then, Fallon, and probably herself as well, would have exploded into tiny bloody pieces.
She went back to identify the assassin. "Alexandrite." She muttered. Collecting the badge, gun and handcuffs into evidence
bags. "James?" She whispered, knowing that both of them still wore their earpieces.
"Yes, what happened?"
"Alexandrite. Bitch had parking ticket bomb." Raye said in her usual polite and subdued way. James silently swore. "And I'll
bet that she probably had a camera on her as well. Did you dispatch her?"
"Of course. So Saffir now probably knows that it's me. You better get cracking and change my information. Name, address,
everything."
"Doing that right now. You're now under the fictitious name of Rose Bernard, age 25, living in San Diego and working as an
accountant, etc. etc. Pretty boring, but I think that's what we want. Now, it's good that you told me immediately, because
he has not located your place yet. Otherwise..."
"Understood." At that moment, Raye's alarm button went off. "Shit. Trouble. I'll talk to you later." Raye quickly walked into
the embassy and went straight to Fallon's office. Fallon held at arm's length a small paper carton, the type that comes with
Chinese food carry-out. Raye inspected it closely, then turned it over, and opened it from the bottom. Sure enough, there
were wires, and a small digital clock, counting down...56 seconds. Raye rapidly set to work. Purple wire pulled, crossed with
blue, and rewired. Good. That clock stopped. Now, it could be opened from the top. Now, the black wire needed to be cut,
and the yellow one needed to be cut exactly 10 seconds after that. 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1. Snap! 22 more seconds.
Raye and Fallon waited, tense. Nothing. Phew!
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Raye drove Fallon back to her penthouse in a different car. After thoroughly
inspecting her penthouse for any bombs, Raye left, and drove to a nearby grocery store. She browsed through the aisles,
and soon found what she was looking for. Then, she told James that she was heading back, and would be home in half an
hour, so disable surveillance once again accordingly.
~ ~ ~
James saw his partner enter with a plastic bag in her hands. She gave him a small smile, and held it out to him. "A present.
So you no longer need to snitch anything from Mickey D's." She said lightly. He took the bag from her and looked inside.
It was a can of Equal. Touched, he gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you." He remembered Mina's words from when he had
first found out about this assignment. 'She's really sweet once you get to know her, and loyal.' Mina was quite right indeed.
"That was very nice of you."
She gave him a small, friendly peck on the lips. "No problem. Now, how about we do something for dinner right now?"
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