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SD-6 Personnel File CLASSIFIED; Code M683
Agent Talia Mercedes Carreras
Alias: Trixie Bast DOB: July 11, 1980 Height: 5' ¾ Weight: 98 ½ lbs. Race: Mixed. ½ Russian, ½ Cuban. Born and raised American. Build: Petite. Heavily muscled. Hair: Light Brwn. Eyes: Green. Skin: Dark Tan. Distinguishing Features: Small crescent-moon shaped mole on left hip. Distinguishing Characteristics: Ambidextrous. Photographic memory. Education: BA in linguistics, New York University. Languages: (fluent) English, French, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, Chinese (Madandiran) Greek, Portugese, Swahili, German, Hebrew, Arabic Special Skills: Languages, accents. Family: Father: Deceased as of March 1999. Fmr. US Supreme Ct. judge Marcus Carreras Mother: Deceased as of January 1981. Russian immigrant Katya Remizov. Uncle: Sergei Remizov, age 37. lives in Moscow, Russia. No known children.
Sydney closed her folder after she had finished reading Agent Carreras' file, momentarily speechless. Agent Carreras was exceptional; that was in no doubt, if everything written about her was true, and if the smug look on Sloane's face over his newest catch revealed anything. And she had recently lost her father.
Sydney felt a rush of sympathy for the young woman, who apparently had nearly no family left, and looked at her father with new gratitude. She might not know him well, and he might have made numerous mistakes with her, but he was still her father.
Sydney's train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and a young woman walked in fearlessly, pushing the glass door wide open. She was young, as her picture had indicated, and quite attractive with well-shaped features, full lips and thick, curly hair in various mixed hues of light and darker browns, the only indication of her Cuban background, along with her slightly tanned skin.
She was astonishingly tiny, but it was evident that she was no weakling- supplementing her fashionably curvy frame were long, corded muscles lining her legs and arms, plainly outlined even under her black coatdress and sheer hose.
Her eyes were definitely her most arresting feature. A heavily lashed, piercing, amber-flecked emerald that couldn't possibly be faked by contacts, they seemed to take in everything in one glance. Her eyes met Sydney's and held them briefly.
"Talia," said Slaone. "Meet Marcus Dixon, and Sydney Bristow. You already know Marshall and Jack, I believe."
Talia shook their hands. "Charmed," she said with a smile. Her voice was light and clear, a heavy New York accent with a slightly foreign twist that sounded unusual in the California setting. She eased herself into her designated chair, alongside Jack, looking even tinier next to him. Sydney surveyed her carefully; Dixon was watching her warily as well. Slone smiled- the second smile that day!- and stood.
"Let's not waste time; I have a meeting in an hour, and I'm sure Agent Carreras will be beneficial to you all. Agents, your next mission will take you to..."
**********
"So let me get this straight," Exactly a hour and a half later, Talia was walking out of the Credit Dauphine building with Sydney, both chewing on hoagies (do they call them hoagies in California?) they'd scored from the office cafeteria. "I'm going back to HIGH SCHOOL?"
"Looks like it." Sydney was just as bewildered, but she managed to give Talia a weak smile. In the hour or so they'd went to get lunch- at her suggestion- she'd proved herself upbeat and perky- but not annoyingly so, with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. Everything in her attitude screamed 'rookie,' but Sydney liked her already. Her hyperactiveness only added to her general charisma, and it was clear that she was serious about her work.
As they neared the parking lot, Talia grabbed her elbow. "Wait a sec- I just want to make sure I've got everything straight."
"Shoot," said Sydney, pulling out her briefing folder.
Talia hoisted herself up onto the hood of a tiny taxicab-yellow Wrangler Sydney assumed was hers, motioning for Sydney to join her. She crossed her legs underneath her and clasped her hands in her lap.
"Okay. The object of this mission is to recover classified United States nuclear secrets from the hands of Paul Fedorcenko, suspected KGB senior officer, and replace them after copying them and implanting them with a tracing program, before a team of his agents come to get the documents."
Sydney nodded in assertion. "We'll be going to White Sands, Maine. It's a small coastal town, by Sloane's description, but very affluent and somewhat small. A perfect hiding place.
"SD-6 suspects that the documents are hidden in his home here, since recovery teams have gone to his summer home and offices, with no luck. Also, his home is monitored with an unusually high level of security, even, for a spy." She paused for breath.
"If he's had these documents for..." Talia leaned over and shuffled through Sydney's papers. "....four months, why hasn't he given them to his people yet?"
Sydney shrugged. "No one really knows, but SD-6 suspects that due to increased security in the United States and the FBI's search for the documents, KGB is waiting for a safer time to travel. They can't risk interception by US agents, if they wire or mail the documents to their headquarters in Russia. Our mission is to infiltrate the house and wire the documents."
"As high school students."
"Yup." Sydney nodded. "Apparently he's got a seventeen-year-old daughter, Katrina, who's in high school. We're going to enter the school undercover as high school students, fraternal twins, that are new to the area."
Talia picked up the mission brief, continuing where Sydney left off. "Gotcha. Our aliases are Caylin and Theresa Hearth; daughters of American oil tycoon Dennis Hearth, and alias for Agent Bristow...your dad. According to this, we're supposed to...befriend his daughter, and gain entrance to the house?"
Sydney nodded again. "Right. Then we get the documents, or at least find out where they are. We have a month to befriend Katrina, bug her house, find the documents. SD-6 has bought a house right next to the Fedorcenko's- the next estate over, at any rate."
Talia sighed. "Wow. I've been undercover, but this is like...heavy duty stuff. I mean, we're really going to end up using this Katrina girl."
Sydney looked down at her hands. "I know what you mean, but I guess...this is one of those cases where the end justifies the means." Both young women felt silent, remembering Sloane's last words to them.
" Agents, you may be wondering why this agency is going through so much trouble, expense and caution for this mission. The truth of the matter is that everyone who had tried to achieve what we hope you both can has ended up...dead...we are going about this mission an entirely different way....if you can't get to the tree, go after the branches....get that branch, agents. That's our only way we can destroy that tree."
Even in the balmy LA air, Talia and Sydney shivered simultaneously.
Talia's soft voice broke the silence. So, we fly out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, at 1300 hours. See you there."
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SD-6 Personnel File CLASSIFIED; Code M683
Agent Talia Mercedes Carreras
Alias: Trixie Bast DOB: July 11, 1980 Height: 5' ¾ Weight: 98 ½ lbs. Race: Mixed. ½ Russian, ½ Cuban. Born and raised American. Build: Petite. Heavily muscled. Hair: Light Brwn. Eyes: Green. Skin: Dark Tan. Distinguishing Features: Small crescent-moon shaped mole on left hip. Distinguishing Characteristics: Ambidextrous. Photographic memory. Education: BA in linguistics, New York University. Languages: (fluent) English, French, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, Chinese (Madandiran) Greek, Portugese, Swahili, German, Hebrew, Arabic Special Skills: Languages, accents. Family: Father: Deceased as of March 1999. Fmr. US Supreme Ct. judge Marcus Carreras Mother: Deceased as of January 1981. Russian immigrant Katya Remizov. Uncle: Sergei Remizov, age 37. lives in Moscow, Russia. No known children.
Sydney closed her folder after she had finished reading Agent Carreras' file, momentarily speechless. Agent Carreras was exceptional; that was in no doubt, if everything written about her was true, and if the smug look on Sloane's face over his newest catch revealed anything. And she had recently lost her father.
Sydney felt a rush of sympathy for the young woman, who apparently had nearly no family left, and looked at her father with new gratitude. She might not know him well, and he might have made numerous mistakes with her, but he was still her father.
Sydney's train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and a young woman walked in fearlessly, pushing the glass door wide open. She was young, as her picture had indicated, and quite attractive with well-shaped features, full lips and thick, curly hair in various mixed hues of light and darker browns, the only indication of her Cuban background, along with her slightly tanned skin.
She was astonishingly tiny, but it was evident that she was no weakling- supplementing her fashionably curvy frame were long, corded muscles lining her legs and arms, plainly outlined even under her black coatdress and sheer hose.
Her eyes were definitely her most arresting feature. A heavily lashed, piercing, amber-flecked emerald that couldn't possibly be faked by contacts, they seemed to take in everything in one glance. Her eyes met Sydney's and held them briefly.
"Talia," said Slaone. "Meet Marcus Dixon, and Sydney Bristow. You already know Marshall and Jack, I believe."
Talia shook their hands. "Charmed," she said with a smile. Her voice was light and clear, a heavy New York accent with a slightly foreign twist that sounded unusual in the California setting. She eased herself into her designated chair, alongside Jack, looking even tinier next to him. Sydney surveyed her carefully; Dixon was watching her warily as well. Slone smiled- the second smile that day!- and stood.
"Let's not waste time; I have a meeting in an hour, and I'm sure Agent Carreras will be beneficial to you all. Agents, your next mission will take you to..."
**********
"So let me get this straight," Exactly a hour and a half later, Talia was walking out of the Credit Dauphine building with Sydney, both chewing on hoagies (do they call them hoagies in California?) they'd scored from the office cafeteria. "I'm going back to HIGH SCHOOL?"
"Looks like it." Sydney was just as bewildered, but she managed to give Talia a weak smile. In the hour or so they'd went to get lunch- at her suggestion- she'd proved herself upbeat and perky- but not annoyingly so, with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. Everything in her attitude screamed 'rookie,' but Sydney liked her already. Her hyperactiveness only added to her general charisma, and it was clear that she was serious about her work.
As they neared the parking lot, Talia grabbed her elbow. "Wait a sec- I just want to make sure I've got everything straight."
"Shoot," said Sydney, pulling out her briefing folder.
Talia hoisted herself up onto the hood of a tiny taxicab-yellow Wrangler Sydney assumed was hers, motioning for Sydney to join her. She crossed her legs underneath her and clasped her hands in her lap.
"Okay. The object of this mission is to recover classified United States nuclear secrets from the hands of Paul Fedorcenko, suspected KGB senior officer, and replace them after copying them and implanting them with a tracing program, before a team of his agents come to get the documents."
Sydney nodded in assertion. "We'll be going to White Sands, Maine. It's a small coastal town, by Sloane's description, but very affluent and somewhat small. A perfect hiding place.
"SD-6 suspects that the documents are hidden in his home here, since recovery teams have gone to his summer home and offices, with no luck. Also, his home is monitored with an unusually high level of security, even, for a spy." She paused for breath.
"If he's had these documents for..." Talia leaned over and shuffled through Sydney's papers. "....four months, why hasn't he given them to his people yet?"
Sydney shrugged. "No one really knows, but SD-6 suspects that due to increased security in the United States and the FBI's search for the documents, KGB is waiting for a safer time to travel. They can't risk interception by US agents, if they wire or mail the documents to their headquarters in Russia. Our mission is to infiltrate the house and wire the documents."
"As high school students."
"Yup." Sydney nodded. "Apparently he's got a seventeen-year-old daughter, Katrina, who's in high school. We're going to enter the school undercover as high school students, fraternal twins, that are new to the area."
Talia picked up the mission brief, continuing where Sydney left off. "Gotcha. Our aliases are Caylin and Theresa Hearth; daughters of American oil tycoon Dennis Hearth, and alias for Agent Bristow...your dad. According to this, we're supposed to...befriend his daughter, and gain entrance to the house?"
Sydney nodded again. "Right. Then we get the documents, or at least find out where they are. We have a month to befriend Katrina, bug her house, find the documents. SD-6 has bought a house right next to the Fedorcenko's- the next estate over, at any rate."
Talia sighed. "Wow. I've been undercover, but this is like...heavy duty stuff. I mean, we're really going to end up using this Katrina girl."
Sydney looked down at her hands. "I know what you mean, but I guess...this is one of those cases where the end justifies the means." Both young women felt silent, remembering Sloane's last words to them.
" Agents, you may be wondering why this agency is going through so much trouble, expense and caution for this mission. The truth of the matter is that everyone who had tried to achieve what we hope you both can has ended up...dead...we are going about this mission an entirely different way....if you can't get to the tree, go after the branches....get that branch, agents. That's our only way we can destroy that tree."
Even in the balmy LA air, Talia and Sydney shivered simultaneously.
Talia's soft voice broke the silence. So, we fly out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, at 1300 hours. See you there."
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