Disclaimer:

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I own nothing here, except for Kia (X5 462). Note, there is a bit of nasty language, but nothing worse than what has been on the show. I have attempted to stay true to form. Reminder, this is a work in progress, so things may change some from here on out. (Note: this will not end as Season 2 did. ~Freak Nation was a truckload of crap to me. Just my opinion.~)

Credit where credit it due:

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Donna Lynn, wherever you may be, this is partly your work as well, thank you for posting the challenge. I have made some changes to the original.

Dedication:

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To all the Nuns at the CoJ. I love you guys. And also to my proofreaders, Hobbes & Miroslava, Ladies, you are the best!

Author's Note:

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Remember what I said in Chapter One? Spy Ops hasn't changed! LOL! Remember to send me your thoughts...it keeps the writers block away!





Chapter 2: Lets Roll

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As their boots hit the concrete floor, 462 could hear 494 mumbling something that she could not understand, even with the hypersensitive hearing that all X5's possessed. She figured he was doing it to annoy her, which was working quite well.

"What is your problem?" she spit out.

Turning his head slowly and tilting it to the side, he looked at her with his notorious smile and whispered, "You."

Abruptly stopping, 462 grabbed his arm and spun him on his heels. "I really don't need your cocky bullshit at the moment. I need you to cover my back, as I plan on covering yours. When we get back, you will know why."

Watching his face turn from rage to curiosity, he quickly pinned her up against the wall and moved in on her.

"Well, now doesn't that change everything..."

"Don't get your hopes up. I am still not interested." Liar.

"Why does everything have to be so formal with you, loosen up a bit for cryin' out loud! Don't worry about the damn mission, we will get the intel and get out." He let his arms move away from her, allowing her to move away.

She quickly turned her red face and growled, "FINE! Let's go then!"

2150 Hours

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The guard at the gate of the Motor Pool was expecting them. As they reached the entry, he held up is callused hand and barked, "The bike is next to the gate, let yourselves out." He stomped back to the Post and returned to his girly magazine.

"What a fine greeting. Must be enjoying his mag," snorted 494.

"Reminds me of someone I know," retorted 462.

"You claim to know so much about me. Where are you getting your information?"

"I am in Spy Ops. Where do you think I get my information? Some of it is through illegitimate means, but hey, I have to sharpen my skills," and with a grin she turned to grab the bike from against the wall.

Without hesitation, he moved toward the vehicle before she could reach it.

"Oh, no you don't. I'm driving."

"Fine, just don't get us lost."

"I thought you were the one with the map?" He slid over the seat and tapped twice behind himself, gesturing for her to hop on.

She stood beside him, putting her hand on her hip and giving him her best grin. "I am. And can you believe that I can read it too?"

"Sure," he cooed, "Why else would they let you go on all these missions?"

"'Cause I am that damn good," she quipped. "What number is it for you? If you don't mind me asking..." Even though she knew, she wanted to see if he was going to be straight with her.

"Three. And they all have been five star rated." His lips curled into that trademark grin again.

"Figures that you would have to brag when I thought that we were having a moment." She quipped, covering the fact that she was surprised that he was actually straight with her.

He patted the seat again, and then began to rub it gently."You know, I will give you more than a moment if you give me a chance."

"Enough already. Lets go." She moved toward the bike and carefully slipped over the back, trying her best not to get to close to the driver.

"I won't bite unless you ask," he taunted as a small grin tugged on the corner of his lips.

As they pulled away from the gate, 494 pushed himself back on the seat so that 462 had no choice but to wrap her arms around his waist. In the review mirror, 462 could see 494's eyebrow rise as her arms slid around.

2230 Hours

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As they arrived outside of the compound, 494 looked for a spot to hide the motorcycle from the view of the security staff that may have been patrolling the compound. Most of the gates around the facility were made of concrete, therefore finding a place wasn't too much of a problem as it had adequate ground cover to hide any shadows.

Getting into the main building was not too difficult, either, considering that "Lock Picking 101" was almost the first thing any good soldier would learn for gathering intel on the enemy. Once 494 and 462 were able to gain access, it was just a matter of time before they found the mainframe computer.

462 pulled a zip drive from her pack and began setting up the components. "I am going to start the download. It should take about twenty minutes or so. After that, I suggest that you take a good look around the remainder of the compound. You will find that knowledge of it will be useful in the future."

494 turned a puzzled look on her and asked, "Why are you so sure about all this?"

It was time that 462 gave the information over to 494 before he began to get on her nerves by asking questions instead of hitting on her. "I have been gathering surveillance in regards to Manticore Suppliers that have been getting a bit too curious for their own good. We have to neutralize the threat before it becomes a larger problem."

"Are you telling me that this information we are taking is in regards to suppliers? And what does that have to do with me?"



"Manticore is planning on taking out one of the CEO's. The target is Robert Berrisford, CEO of Mercidyne. He has friends in high places who'd be able to take Manticore down in two hits. Therefore, we are here to gather as much intel on Berrisford and Mercidyne as possible to create your mission profile. Most of it is in place; we just need what we are gathering here tonight. The data will be reviewed shortly, and it will be your first deep cover mission. It is my responsibility to make sure that all scenarios are reviewed and put into place. There was just one problem - how to get you in."

494 looked at 462 like she was in another time and place. He couldn't understand why he had been chosen. Most soldiers had to have at least seven missions under their belts before they were allowed out in the field for deep cover. "Did you have a hand in this?" He asked bluntly.

"It was my job to find the X5 that could handle the situation. I went through every last one of them, and you were the best prospect I had. Besides, the Commanders were all in favor of it. Berrisford has a daughter."

He shifted his weight to one side and lifted one blonde brow. "So, I am a love machine?"

Annoyed with him, 462 rebutted, "No, you are going to teach her to play the piano."

"Oh, how exciting." His stance changed back to soldier mode and he turned away. Absorbing everything that 462 had told him, he walked to the door and slowly opened it, listening down the hall.

"The download is complete. Let's blaze before they know anyone was here."

494 snapped his hand up, signaling her to stop. Someone was coming up the hall. 462 could hear the sound of hard heels hitting the marble floors of the building.

Looking for another way out, 462 scanned the room but found none. All the area contained was the computer and a few back up generators. Fighting their way out seemed to be the only option; at least they'd have the element of surprise.

They took positions on either side of the door and watched intently as it creaked open. A ringing jarred the loud silence that enveloped the room, and 462's heart jumped into her throat. It took her a moment to realize it was a cell phone belonging to their incoming intruder.

"Sanders." The coarse, baritone utterance echoed into the area. "Yes, sir, I am in the mainframe computer building. I was just about to check on the backup drives."

Stillness hung in the air, then he replied. "Are you saying that the backups won't start for another hour? Okay then. I'll check on them later. I'm going to move on to the main house. Good evening to you too, sir."

They listened to the conversation end and the guard pulled the door closed. The two X5's shared a quick look of relief. After several moments of silence, 462 motioned to the door. 494 pulled it open gently, and made his way out into the corridor. Seeing no one, he turned to check if 462 was with him. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye, typing on the keyboard at the main computer once again. Annoyed, he went back to retrieve her. The Mission was complete, and there was no need for sabotage. Gritting his teeth at her, he growled, "What the hell do you think that you are doing?"

"Erasing any traces that we were here. I was briefed that the backup would be complete." She glanced up with an expression of barely contained fear.

"This isn't the time to loose it. If they check the backups, they probably won't find the breach for days, and by that time, they won't be able to trace it. Let's go, NOW!"

Popping out the small disk she had used to wipe the computer clean with, she turned to the door and didn't look back. 'I hope that worm that I created will work. It was only a beta program, but it should encrypt all the data that was uploaded. I'm glad that I brought it along...' she thought as she closed the door.

494 was waiting at the stairwell, holding the door for her. As she got closer to him, she noticed that he was looking at her differently; it was a look of contempt. She knew she had lost his trust.

"What did you just do?" he growled.

"I covered my ass, that's what I did. I just hope it works." Her eyes betrayed the lack of confidence she was feeling.

As they reached the wall of the compound, 462 suddenly found herself falling to the ground. It took a moment to register that it wasn't her own clumsiness that had caused the action, but something - or someone - unseen had pulled her down. The force of it knocked the wind out of her lungs with a whoosh, and an agonizing pressure clenched her right leg. She tried to turn herself to see what the problem was, but by that time darkness had drawn her into it's murky depths.

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