Alright, this is Ian again. Yes, I know we're going out of order, but its all good.
"And what should we do about Agent Y in Paris?"
"Exterminate. Agent Y has become useless."
"It was reported to us that Agent T was killed while on assignment in Paris. Could be the mark of British intelligence."
"We have wraps on all British Agents. It was not a British agent that did him in. It was by the failure of Agent Y that he lost his life. Contact the execution branch immediately."
"Yes, sir."
* * *
"Wake up Dani." Ian said. "Its time to go. We have to catch our flight for Rome."
"Huh? What?" Dani said, rolling over in her bed. "How did you get in here?"
"I dragged you up here last night, remember? Although, I suppose you wouldn't..."
"Whatever, let me get dressed, then we can leave." Dani moaned, clutching her head as she rolled out of bed, still in her clothes from the night before.
"Alright," Ian said, "I'll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes. Don't be late. We have to stop by Station F before we leave to pick up our plane tickets."
* * *
Half an hour later...
Half an hour later Dani stumbled into the lobby with bags in hand.
"Where have you been?" Ian demanded. "You're late."
"As if you're ever on time." She shot back.
"Let's get out of here. We've got a plane to catch." Ian said, grabbing his bags and ending the argument. As they strode into the parking lot, Ian hailed a taxi.
"We can take my car." Dani said.
"Not after last night." Ian replied.
"What?!" Dani snapped, her eyes flaming, "What did you do to my car?! Where is it?!"
"Well...right now it's probably at an auto-body shop. Don't worry. They'll fix it up." Ian responded as they got into a taxi. "As for your first question. I did not do anything to your car. As for the car that rammed into us. They did something to your car. Not me. That's not counting the bullet-holes from-"
"Alright. Enough." Dani said, cutting him off. They sat in silence the rest of the ride except for Dani giving the driver directions. The cab screeched to a halt a few blocks away from the station.
"Thanks for the lift." Ian said, tossing the driver the fee.
The veil of silence held over them until they reached the station. Finding the door unlocked, Dani opened it and walked inside. All her years of training could not have prepared her for the gruesome sight which came before her eyes as she swong the door open. "OH MY-"
Ian cut her off by clamping his hand over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, "whoever did this may still be here." Ian slinked inside and past the mutilated body of Pierre LaSalle. He looked back and saw Dani still standing in shock in the doorway. Ian thought to himself that she was endangering their location by standing there, but Station F was obviously compromised already as was evidenced by LaSalle's death. Ian quickly stole into LaSalle's office where he found their mission dossier along with the plane tickets sitting on his desk. Ian snatched the folder from the desk and dashed for the door.
* * *
An hour and a half later, Ian and Dani were seated on Air France flight 165 bound for Rome. Dani had not spoken since they left the station.
"Are you okay?" Ian asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Wha-wha-what h-h-hap-pened?" Dani stammered.
"Its okay. We're safe." Ian said.
"B-but...Pierre." Dani said, tears forming in her eyes. She leaned her head on Ians shoulder and began to sob.
"It's okay." Ian said, trying to comfort her. As Dani was crying on his shoulder, Ian pulled out his wireless Pocket Communicator, and quickly typed out a message to MI6 about the events that had occurred. When he finished, he placed the communicator back in his coat pocket.
Ian reached across his body with his right hand and cupped Dani's chin between his thumb and index finger. He lifted her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Its okay," he said, "you're safe here."
Suddenly, the plane was rocked by the sound of an explosion.
"What was that?" Dani asked.
"Attention all passengers. The plane has been hit. Everything is alright, we're going to try to land." the flight attendant said over the intercom.
"Everything's not alright." Ian whispered to Dani as a fighter plane whooshed by the window. "That was a missle we were hit with. We're above the Alps. We're not going to land. Follow me." With that, Ian grabbed Dani's hand and dragged her towards the luggage compartment.
Take it away...we just cant escape trouble
"And what should we do about Agent Y in Paris?"
"Exterminate. Agent Y has become useless."
"It was reported to us that Agent T was killed while on assignment in Paris. Could be the mark of British intelligence."
"We have wraps on all British Agents. It was not a British agent that did him in. It was by the failure of Agent Y that he lost his life. Contact the execution branch immediately."
"Yes, sir."
* * *
"Wake up Dani." Ian said. "Its time to go. We have to catch our flight for Rome."
"Huh? What?" Dani said, rolling over in her bed. "How did you get in here?"
"I dragged you up here last night, remember? Although, I suppose you wouldn't..."
"Whatever, let me get dressed, then we can leave." Dani moaned, clutching her head as she rolled out of bed, still in her clothes from the night before.
"Alright," Ian said, "I'll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes. Don't be late. We have to stop by Station F before we leave to pick up our plane tickets."
* * *
Half an hour later...
Half an hour later Dani stumbled into the lobby with bags in hand.
"Where have you been?" Ian demanded. "You're late."
"As if you're ever on time." She shot back.
"Let's get out of here. We've got a plane to catch." Ian said, grabbing his bags and ending the argument. As they strode into the parking lot, Ian hailed a taxi.
"We can take my car." Dani said.
"Not after last night." Ian replied.
"What?!" Dani snapped, her eyes flaming, "What did you do to my car?! Where is it?!"
"Well...right now it's probably at an auto-body shop. Don't worry. They'll fix it up." Ian responded as they got into a taxi. "As for your first question. I did not do anything to your car. As for the car that rammed into us. They did something to your car. Not me. That's not counting the bullet-holes from-"
"Alright. Enough." Dani said, cutting him off. They sat in silence the rest of the ride except for Dani giving the driver directions. The cab screeched to a halt a few blocks away from the station.
"Thanks for the lift." Ian said, tossing the driver the fee.
The veil of silence held over them until they reached the station. Finding the door unlocked, Dani opened it and walked inside. All her years of training could not have prepared her for the gruesome sight which came before her eyes as she swong the door open. "OH MY-"
Ian cut her off by clamping his hand over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, "whoever did this may still be here." Ian slinked inside and past the mutilated body of Pierre LaSalle. He looked back and saw Dani still standing in shock in the doorway. Ian thought to himself that she was endangering their location by standing there, but Station F was obviously compromised already as was evidenced by LaSalle's death. Ian quickly stole into LaSalle's office where he found their mission dossier along with the plane tickets sitting on his desk. Ian snatched the folder from the desk and dashed for the door.
* * *
An hour and a half later, Ian and Dani were seated on Air France flight 165 bound for Rome. Dani had not spoken since they left the station.
"Are you okay?" Ian asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Wha-wha-what h-h-hap-pened?" Dani stammered.
"Its okay. We're safe." Ian said.
"B-but...Pierre." Dani said, tears forming in her eyes. She leaned her head on Ians shoulder and began to sob.
"It's okay." Ian said, trying to comfort her. As Dani was crying on his shoulder, Ian pulled out his wireless Pocket Communicator, and quickly typed out a message to MI6 about the events that had occurred. When he finished, he placed the communicator back in his coat pocket.
Ian reached across his body with his right hand and cupped Dani's chin between his thumb and index finger. He lifted her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Its okay," he said, "you're safe here."
Suddenly, the plane was rocked by the sound of an explosion.
"What was that?" Dani asked.
"Attention all passengers. The plane has been hit. Everything is alright, we're going to try to land." the flight attendant said over the intercom.
"Everything's not alright." Ian whispered to Dani as a fighter plane whooshed by the window. "That was a missle we were hit with. We're above the Alps. We're not going to land. Follow me." With that, Ian grabbed Dani's hand and dragged her towards the luggage compartment.
Take it away...we just cant escape trouble