Code Name: Blue Bird
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****************************************************************** Vaughn's POV I can feel all the eyes in the room turn to me but I'm too shocked to care. Cassandra Vaughn? His Cassie? It couldn't be. Sark must be screwing with his head. There had to be another Cassandra Vaughn and this one would actually work for the CIA. Kendall starts talking. He is probably going to tell Sark that there is no Cassandra Vaughn in the CIA.
" I think we should continue this meeting at a later time preferably when Mr.Sark's request arrives tomorrow." Kendall turns and leaves. What? Continue tomorrow? Request arrives? Cassie does not work for the CIA! She's not even in the U.S. I decide to inform Kendall of this. As I walk out the door I immediately spot Kendall with a file. "Sir?"
" Yes, Agent Vaughn." " I suppose you think that this Cassandra Vaughn is related to me but she is not." " Don't you have a sister by this name?" " Yes, but she would never work for the CIA. She hasn't lived in the U.S for nearly six years! Besides she would have told me." " Agent Vaughn, I have no idea why she wouldn't tell you this but your sister does work for the CIA. In fact she is a very excellent and valuable agent."
My mouth is probably on the floor with confirmation by Kendall that my sister is an agent. The problem, though, is that my sister IS NOT AN AGENT!!!! Kendall obviously sees the disbelief on my face because the next thing he says is "I can see you have some questions but they will be answered tomorrow. In the mean time, however, you may read her file, perhaps, it will ease your nerves." He trusts the file into my hands and walks away. I am in a trance like state as I walk to my desk to read the file. The whole way I'm still praying that this has been some horrid mistake but as soon as I open the file my hopes are shattered. Apparently, I'm Fate's favorite plaything because upon opening the file this first thing my eyes land on is a picture of my sister. That's right MY sister. Damn it! I scroll down the file to see how long she has been lying to me. Profile: Vaughn, Cassandra C.
Case Status: n/a
Present Location: n/a Alias: n/a
Date of Birth: 8/26/77
Place of Birth: n/a
Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Dirty Blond Height: 5'8''
Weight: 119
Sex: F Race: Caucasian Characteristics: n/a
Training/ Special Skills: Martial Arts, Surveillance, High-Risks Retrieval, Firearms, Explosives, Driving Techniques, Engineering , Pursuit & Evasion, Escape & Evade, Linguistics, Pilates, Game Theory, World History Languages: Numerous Education: n/a
Experience: n/a
Personal Details: n/a What the Hell ? This isn't my sister!
******************************************************************Cassandra' s POV I'm cruising along the coast of Italy the setting sun in the distance, the wind my hair and relishing in the success of another mission, when my phone rings. " Yeah?"
"Is that how you answer . Never mind. Did you get the disks?" a familiar voice says.
" Would I be answering my cell phone if I didn't?" I say rolling my eyes. The voice on the other line sighs "Cassie?"
" I got it. I always get it." " Good. Great even. Drop it off at the airport." "What? I though." "Cassie, you really need to check your mail. Bye" Great. I need to check my mail. That usually means I have to do a mission for the "powers that be" that is going to get me shot or tortured. I finally arrive at the town home of my alias. Getting out of the car, I immediately go to my mailbox. Inside there is an over stuffed yellow envelope, I take it out and get into the house.
As soon as I set my things down, Jessica, my cat, comes up vying for my attention. That's right I have a cat. I have one for every mission and every one is named after a dead friend who couldn't be there. Morbid, I know. I'm shaken out of my thoughts by a phone ringing. Looking around, I find that it is coming from the yellow envelope. I quickly get to the phone and answer it. " Hello, Sir."
"Hello, Blue Bird."
"What's the mission?" " Your presence is needed at the Center of Operations in LA." " LA, Sir? What For?" " You will be informed of that when you arrive there. Your flight is in two hours." He hangs up.
I put the phone on the ground and crush it under my boots. Protocol. Walking in to my room, I grab a suitcase and begin to fill it. While I'm filling it I think about LA. I haven't been there in three years and only visited in six. I'm beginning to have an uneasy feeling about LA but I have no idea why. Then it hits me. I'm to report to the Center of Operations. Michael works at the Center of Operations. Damn it! He's going to hate the idea of me working for the CIA and lying to him all this time. He thinks that I have spent the last six years in Europe "finding myself" and learning art. How the hell am I going to explain my self?! Taking a deep breath, I decide that I'll jump through that hoop when I come to it. I start giggling. However mad Mikes going to be at me, it will be totally worth it to see the reaction on his face when I first tell him.
****************************************************************** Well what do you think?! I really hope you like it. It will get a lot juicier in the next two chapters. The next two chapters are probably going to tell you of the relationships I'm planning to set up. Please review!!
****************************************************************** Vaughn's POV I can feel all the eyes in the room turn to me but I'm too shocked to care. Cassandra Vaughn? His Cassie? It couldn't be. Sark must be screwing with his head. There had to be another Cassandra Vaughn and this one would actually work for the CIA. Kendall starts talking. He is probably going to tell Sark that there is no Cassandra Vaughn in the CIA.
" I think we should continue this meeting at a later time preferably when Mr.Sark's request arrives tomorrow." Kendall turns and leaves. What? Continue tomorrow? Request arrives? Cassie does not work for the CIA! She's not even in the U.S. I decide to inform Kendall of this. As I walk out the door I immediately spot Kendall with a file. "Sir?"
" Yes, Agent Vaughn." " I suppose you think that this Cassandra Vaughn is related to me but she is not." " Don't you have a sister by this name?" " Yes, but she would never work for the CIA. She hasn't lived in the U.S for nearly six years! Besides she would have told me." " Agent Vaughn, I have no idea why she wouldn't tell you this but your sister does work for the CIA. In fact she is a very excellent and valuable agent."
My mouth is probably on the floor with confirmation by Kendall that my sister is an agent. The problem, though, is that my sister IS NOT AN AGENT!!!! Kendall obviously sees the disbelief on my face because the next thing he says is "I can see you have some questions but they will be answered tomorrow. In the mean time, however, you may read her file, perhaps, it will ease your nerves." He trusts the file into my hands and walks away. I am in a trance like state as I walk to my desk to read the file. The whole way I'm still praying that this has been some horrid mistake but as soon as I open the file my hopes are shattered. Apparently, I'm Fate's favorite plaything because upon opening the file this first thing my eyes land on is a picture of my sister. That's right MY sister. Damn it! I scroll down the file to see how long she has been lying to me. Profile: Vaughn, Cassandra C.
Case Status: n/a
Present Location: n/a Alias: n/a
Date of Birth: 8/26/77
Place of Birth: n/a
Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Dirty Blond Height: 5'8''
Weight: 119
Sex: F Race: Caucasian Characteristics: n/a
Training/ Special Skills: Martial Arts, Surveillance, High-Risks Retrieval, Firearms, Explosives, Driving Techniques, Engineering , Pursuit & Evasion, Escape & Evade, Linguistics, Pilates, Game Theory, World History Languages: Numerous Education: n/a
Experience: n/a
Personal Details: n/a What the Hell ? This isn't my sister!
******************************************************************Cassandra' s POV I'm cruising along the coast of Italy the setting sun in the distance, the wind my hair and relishing in the success of another mission, when my phone rings. " Yeah?"
"Is that how you answer . Never mind. Did you get the disks?" a familiar voice says.
" Would I be answering my cell phone if I didn't?" I say rolling my eyes. The voice on the other line sighs "Cassie?"
" I got it. I always get it." " Good. Great even. Drop it off at the airport." "What? I though." "Cassie, you really need to check your mail. Bye" Great. I need to check my mail. That usually means I have to do a mission for the "powers that be" that is going to get me shot or tortured. I finally arrive at the town home of my alias. Getting out of the car, I immediately go to my mailbox. Inside there is an over stuffed yellow envelope, I take it out and get into the house.
As soon as I set my things down, Jessica, my cat, comes up vying for my attention. That's right I have a cat. I have one for every mission and every one is named after a dead friend who couldn't be there. Morbid, I know. I'm shaken out of my thoughts by a phone ringing. Looking around, I find that it is coming from the yellow envelope. I quickly get to the phone and answer it. " Hello, Sir."
"Hello, Blue Bird."
"What's the mission?" " Your presence is needed at the Center of Operations in LA." " LA, Sir? What For?" " You will be informed of that when you arrive there. Your flight is in two hours." He hangs up.
I put the phone on the ground and crush it under my boots. Protocol. Walking in to my room, I grab a suitcase and begin to fill it. While I'm filling it I think about LA. I haven't been there in three years and only visited in six. I'm beginning to have an uneasy feeling about LA but I have no idea why. Then it hits me. I'm to report to the Center of Operations. Michael works at the Center of Operations. Damn it! He's going to hate the idea of me working for the CIA and lying to him all this time. He thinks that I have spent the last six years in Europe "finding myself" and learning art. How the hell am I going to explain my self?! Taking a deep breath, I decide that I'll jump through that hoop when I come to it. I start giggling. However mad Mikes going to be at me, it will be totally worth it to see the reaction on his face when I first tell him.
****************************************************************** Well what do you think?! I really hope you like it. It will get a lot juicier in the next two chapters. The next two chapters are probably going to tell you of the relationships I'm planning to set up. Please review!!