Disclaimer:
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.~)
Thank you for the wonderful reviews so far! (Stroking my ego, I love it!) This chapter is going to bring you into 462's mind, and why she is seeking revenge against one of her own kind.
Author's Note: Please note that Spy Ops is another division of Manticore. (Someone has to get the information to begin with, right?) I am not in the business of confusing anyone here, but if I do, I'm sorry.
~Thanks Miro, as always!~
~Note to the Nuns: You are such an inspiration...I love the fact that you all want to be Beta readers...it makes writing (and editing) so much easier.!~
Chapter 5: Debriefed
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The light in her eye was becoming annoying, but she wouldn't allow herself to swat it away. She knew that it was there to help her, not to harm her. Nevertheless, it was unpleasant.
"Sir, she will recover from the gun shot wound. The leg will need to be splinted, but she will be fine."
"Thank you, Doctor. May I have a moment alone with her?"
"Certainly."
Turning to her, the commander moved toward the chair that sat next to the bed. 462 was confined in the hospital bed anticipating her demise. She whispered under her breath that 494 hadn't screwed everything up. She secretly hoped he was gone, so her hard work wasn't completely compromised.
"So, 462, what happened at that compound?"
"Sir, I am unsure. After the information was retrieved, 494 and I were in route back to the base. I was tripped up and my leg was broken. When I woke up, I was shot."
Rearranging himself, the commander leaned in on her and spoke directly in her face. "Something happened. There were no guards in the area. Tell me now or we will have to get you to explain under some, well lets just say, duress."
Obviously, the commander must have seen something in her expression give away her lie, but she was not accustomed to lying. Finally, she took in a ragged breath, and gave the details to him.
"Sir, he began to ask questions. Instead of deceiving him, I told him of the plans for the Berrisford Agenda. I didn't think that having additional information would be an issue. He didn't seem to believe that he was ready, and well, to be quite frank, I think he 'lost it'."
Moving back from her, he crossed his arms and huffed. "462, did you forget that this was 'his' first deep cover mission? Did 'you' forget how emotional your first deep cover mission was? Of all of my soldiers, I would figure that would you would remember. I did not expect this kind of behavior of you." Turning slightly he spit, "So, are you telling me that the mishap that landed you here in this bed is due to your incompetence? Because you fed too much information to 494, he, in your words, 'lost it'?"
"Yes Sir."
With a look of disappointment, the Commander lifted himself from the chair and turned for the door. Looking back at her he responded, "Well, I hope that your information gave him an inside edge, because he left this morning."
Confined to the bed, she could not pursue the Commander. "Sir, may I still be involved in the mission?"
"No, I think that there has been enough damage inflicted here. I think that you need to get a different perspective on your status. I am going to send you to the Wyoming Facility and let them use your skills for the time being. I will monitor you and transfer you back when I believe that you are ready."
She responded through gritted teeth, "Yes Sir."
The thought disgusted her that she would be sent to watch the tumbleweeds and play war games with X7's. As her fist connected the table next to her, she growled, "This sucks!"
