No more annoying pop-ups! I can write.but lately, my mind has been fried (3
finals done, and 3 more to go!), so sorry if it sucks.
7/?
"Agent Vaughn and Duval, your next mission is to break into the German Embassy here in Spain, and obtain File #47," the CIA director of the Madrid branch, Kavanah instructed, showing them a picture of the file and it's contents. "Rambaldi again?" Erin sighed. Vaughn looked surprised. She took the words right out of his mouth. "Yes Agent Duval, Rambaldi again," Kavanah said sternly. "First you have to find a man named Gustav Holtz, the director of the Embassy. He always keeps the card to the filing room on his body, so you have to locate it. Mara will show you the tech that goes along with this mission. Keep your camera, which is your necklace, focused on the card. Agent Vaughn will run it through the card duplicator. Not literally of course, but it will produce a duplicate card, and then he will slip it to you. Like a brush pass. Mara?" "All right. Mr. Vaughn, this is for you. You'll be handling communications for most of the time. No action for you in this mission," Mara grinned. "This looks like a regular credit card, but it's not. In fact, it's a basic card duplicator. I'm sure you've seen one of these back in LA, right?" "Right," Vaughn responded. Erin snickered, but only Vaughn heard her. He shot her a look that said, 'Shut up.' "Well, I guess you know how to work it," Mara replied, giving him the gadget. "Agent Duval, these are the glasses you use to locate the card key. Put them on, and you can see through clothing. The card will be seen as yellow through these glasses, and everything else will be blue." --
Erin adjusted her earrings so that she could talk into it. "I'm in." She smiled at the guards who smiled back. "Copy that," Vaughn replied through the diamonds. "Now, go find Holtz." "A short man with white hair." "I see him," Vaughn said. "Where?"
"Over there. By the main desk. He's talking to Carlos Esposito," Vaughn said. "Got it. Thanks," Erin whispered, making her way towards Holtz. "¿Perdón, Señor Holtz?" Erin asked in a thick Spanish accent. "Sí, puedes ayudarte?" Holtz replied, looking at Erin. Ah ha! Erin thought. I spy with my little eye.something yellow! "Estoy un estudiante de la Universidad, y tengo que presentar un informe sobre de este embajada. ¿Puedes contestar mis preguntas?" Erin questioned, keeping her necklace focused on his front pocket. "Ten more seconds to go," Vaughn informed from his end of the microphone. Erin groaned a little. "Ask him about what they do." he suggested, scanning the computer screen. "Sí, ¿quieres ir a mi oficina?" "No, no tenemos a ir. Podemos hablar aqui." "Vale." "Five more." "¿Cual es lo mas importante que necesita para trabajar en este ocupado?" "Necesita la abilidad de investigar-" "Done!" "Oh, lo siento Señor Holtz. Tengo a ir. Yo tengo clases ahora, y no sé que gastar cuartos minutos aqui. Lo siento," Erin said quickly, after glancing down at her watch. "Es vale. Clases son mas importante. Vienes ver mi a mañana," Holtz smiled. As Erin walked out of the building, she said, "Where are you?"
"Right here," Vaughn whispered. Erin raised her eyes and saw a man in a business suit walking down the street towards her. The guards were watching, so she took her gaze off of him and looked down the street, as if she were trying to hail a taxi. She felt Vaughn pass her, and walked off. She put her hand in her pocket and felt the hard edge of the cardkey. "I'm off to the filing room." "Right. Room 447." "See you," Erin responded, walking around the building. She came to the rear exit, and peered in. No one. She slid in and flattened herself against the wall, keeping one hand around the key firmly. After studying the blueprints of this Embassy, Erin knew where every exit and entrances were. She pulled open a heavy door gently, and closed it the minute she got in. The stairwell was old and dirty, and smelly, not unlike any other stairwells in Spain.but this was an Embassy, Erin thought. They could have at least made it nicer. Oh well, she reflected, as she started her upward trek towards the fourth floor. Within seconds, she was up on the fourth floor, flattened against the wall to prevent being seen by the office workers. Room 447, she thought, glancing at the white numbers on the doors. 443.445.447! She looked around her to see if anyone was in the hallway. No one was. Where the hell are all you people? Erin wondered. It was strange to her that people weren't hanging out in the halls, like they were in the American Embassy. Oh, well, maybe Germans are all work and no play. She flew to the other side of the hall and eased open the door. Erin made her way to the filing cabinet, and poked around. File #900 - 1030.wrong cabinet. She pulled out another one. File #718 - 899. Wrong one again.What's with this weird numbering system? She skipped a few cabinets and pulled it out. File #1 - 53. Ah ha! She thumbed the files and grinned as she pulled out #47. She checked quickly to see if the contents were in there. They were. She was about to leave, when a kick in the leg made her fall. "What the hell?" Erin let out, looking up to see another woman standing over her.
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I am so pathetic. I was going to name their "tech woman" Marsha! Haha.
7/?
"Agent Vaughn and Duval, your next mission is to break into the German Embassy here in Spain, and obtain File #47," the CIA director of the Madrid branch, Kavanah instructed, showing them a picture of the file and it's contents. "Rambaldi again?" Erin sighed. Vaughn looked surprised. She took the words right out of his mouth. "Yes Agent Duval, Rambaldi again," Kavanah said sternly. "First you have to find a man named Gustav Holtz, the director of the Embassy. He always keeps the card to the filing room on his body, so you have to locate it. Mara will show you the tech that goes along with this mission. Keep your camera, which is your necklace, focused on the card. Agent Vaughn will run it through the card duplicator. Not literally of course, but it will produce a duplicate card, and then he will slip it to you. Like a brush pass. Mara?" "All right. Mr. Vaughn, this is for you. You'll be handling communications for most of the time. No action for you in this mission," Mara grinned. "This looks like a regular credit card, but it's not. In fact, it's a basic card duplicator. I'm sure you've seen one of these back in LA, right?" "Right," Vaughn responded. Erin snickered, but only Vaughn heard her. He shot her a look that said, 'Shut up.' "Well, I guess you know how to work it," Mara replied, giving him the gadget. "Agent Duval, these are the glasses you use to locate the card key. Put them on, and you can see through clothing. The card will be seen as yellow through these glasses, and everything else will be blue." --
Erin adjusted her earrings so that she could talk into it. "I'm in." She smiled at the guards who smiled back. "Copy that," Vaughn replied through the diamonds. "Now, go find Holtz." "A short man with white hair." "I see him," Vaughn said. "Where?"
"Over there. By the main desk. He's talking to Carlos Esposito," Vaughn said. "Got it. Thanks," Erin whispered, making her way towards Holtz. "¿Perdón, Señor Holtz?" Erin asked in a thick Spanish accent. "Sí, puedes ayudarte?" Holtz replied, looking at Erin. Ah ha! Erin thought. I spy with my little eye.something yellow! "Estoy un estudiante de la Universidad, y tengo que presentar un informe sobre de este embajada. ¿Puedes contestar mis preguntas?" Erin questioned, keeping her necklace focused on his front pocket. "Ten more seconds to go," Vaughn informed from his end of the microphone. Erin groaned a little. "Ask him about what they do." he suggested, scanning the computer screen. "Sí, ¿quieres ir a mi oficina?" "No, no tenemos a ir. Podemos hablar aqui." "Vale." "Five more." "¿Cual es lo mas importante que necesita para trabajar en este ocupado?" "Necesita la abilidad de investigar-" "Done!" "Oh, lo siento Señor Holtz. Tengo a ir. Yo tengo clases ahora, y no sé que gastar cuartos minutos aqui. Lo siento," Erin said quickly, after glancing down at her watch. "Es vale. Clases son mas importante. Vienes ver mi a mañana," Holtz smiled. As Erin walked out of the building, she said, "Where are you?"
"Right here," Vaughn whispered. Erin raised her eyes and saw a man in a business suit walking down the street towards her. The guards were watching, so she took her gaze off of him and looked down the street, as if she were trying to hail a taxi. She felt Vaughn pass her, and walked off. She put her hand in her pocket and felt the hard edge of the cardkey. "I'm off to the filing room." "Right. Room 447." "See you," Erin responded, walking around the building. She came to the rear exit, and peered in. No one. She slid in and flattened herself against the wall, keeping one hand around the key firmly. After studying the blueprints of this Embassy, Erin knew where every exit and entrances were. She pulled open a heavy door gently, and closed it the minute she got in. The stairwell was old and dirty, and smelly, not unlike any other stairwells in Spain.but this was an Embassy, Erin thought. They could have at least made it nicer. Oh well, she reflected, as she started her upward trek towards the fourth floor. Within seconds, she was up on the fourth floor, flattened against the wall to prevent being seen by the office workers. Room 447, she thought, glancing at the white numbers on the doors. 443.445.447! She looked around her to see if anyone was in the hallway. No one was. Where the hell are all you people? Erin wondered. It was strange to her that people weren't hanging out in the halls, like they were in the American Embassy. Oh, well, maybe Germans are all work and no play. She flew to the other side of the hall and eased open the door. Erin made her way to the filing cabinet, and poked around. File #900 - 1030.wrong cabinet. She pulled out another one. File #718 - 899. Wrong one again.What's with this weird numbering system? She skipped a few cabinets and pulled it out. File #1 - 53. Ah ha! She thumbed the files and grinned as she pulled out #47. She checked quickly to see if the contents were in there. They were. She was about to leave, when a kick in the leg made her fall. "What the hell?" Erin let out, looking up to see another woman standing over her.
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I am so pathetic. I was going to name their "tech woman" Marsha! Haha.