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A/N: Hey I'm back again. I got no reviews last chapter, so I hope people are still reading this. Please drop me a line if you are. Hopefully I won't be too long updating the next chapter. Well thanks as usual to my beta Dream Writer 4 Life. Well please R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
All that there was left to do now was to wait. Flight 647 from Boston had landed 10 minutes ago. Now all Vaughn and Weiss had to do was sit near the metal detector - which had been set up - and wait for the signal.
The business passengers were the first to pass through: a number of men and women dressed in smart suits and carrying briefcases. Not a single one of them set off the alarm. Then there were some elderly couples and a few families and, like Vaughn suspected, they didn't set off the machine either. Then came the odd couple and solo passengers. Surely one of them was their agent.
A girl caught Vaughn's attention. She was very hard to miss. The girl had bright red dreadlocks, icy blue eyes, and a number of piercing in her ears and a ring through her lip. She wore dark purple baggy cords and a blue and black baggy sweater. And when she walked through the machine, the alarms blared.
"Oh bloody hell!" She swore in a tick Australian accent. "God, not again. This happened to me last time I was Zurich."
'Bingo,' Vaughn thought, 'That's our cue.'
He was a little surprise to find a MI6 agent looking so feral, but he guessed that anyone hunting a MI6 'Ghost' wouldn't have suspected her either. He and Weiss walked over to metal detector.
"Hey! Watch where you put those hands!" She snapped at the security guard.
"Excuse me miss?" Weiss asked.
"Tanya. Tanya Moore," She replied, glaring at the duo.
"Miss Moore, would you please come with us?"
"Please don't tell me that you also think my bum's so big that I'm hiding crack in my pants?" She groaned as they lead her away.
They marched in silence until they were out of the earshot of the other passengers.
"So how's the weather in London?" Vaughn asked the code question.
"Not bad for the time of year. It was minus one last week," She replied, her Aussie accent had disappeared to be replaced by a British one.
"Arch Angel I presumed?"
She nodded, "That's me. And you must be the agents the CIA sent to pick me up."
"That's right. I'm Agent Eric Weiss and this is Agent Michael Vaughn," Weiss introduced them.
"It's nice to meet you."
"Tanya Moore isn't your real name is it?" Weiss asked.
"It might be, it might not be. But you gonna have to call me by it, because I'm not giving you another name," She replied flashing them a brilliant smile.
****
When they reached the CIA building, Tanya requested to use the bathroom. They escorted her to the bathrooms on the third floor and waited by the door for her to come out. She emerged a few minutes later; now she was dressed in a navy business suit and pastel blue shirt. Her heavy make-up had been removed and replaced with a more natural look. Also she now had long blond hair, though Vaughn couldn't tell if it was natural or another wig, but her eyes had remained blue.
Tanya's smile widened when she saw Weiss's approving look and gave them a quick spin.
"I think this is more appropriate, don't you agree?" She asked.
Weiss gave her a helpless nod, causing her smile to spread further. They lead her off to Vaughn's office
"Take a seat," Vaughn offered as he and Weiss sat down. "First, I should apologise for Mr. Devlin. He's on a trip and can't be here," He informed her. "So he left me in charge of this negotiation."
"Alright," She agreed. "My government terms are simple. In exchange for our information, I must come with you to find Irina Derevko and I must be allowed to terminate her."
"The U.S. government agrees with those terms. But I still need clarification that you are who you say you are. Can you give me your agent ID please?" Vaughn ordered.
"GHO-24513-9267," She recited from heart.
Weiss type it into the computer. After a few moments passed, the words 'Agent Number Confirmed' appeared on the screen. Vaughn quickly read the profile:
Agent ID: GHO-24513-9267
Alias: Classified.
Codename: Arch Angel.
Weiss clicked on the 'More Details' button, but the machine beeped angrily and the words 'Access Denied' appeared in large red letters. He let out a small gasp of shock as an animated fish started to swim up and down the screen. Tanya looked over the screen, saw this and forced herself to suppress a giggle.
"Click on the trout," She instructed.
"Huh?" Vaughn and Weiss asked in unison.
"The fish on the screen, click on it."
He did as he was instructed and an image of a man connected to a live video feed filled the screen. He had short spiky ginger hair and a pale boyish face. Two squared, black-rimmed glasses framed his concentrating grey eyes.
"Finally! Took you long enough," He sighed, then he saw Tanya and smiled. "Hey Arch Angel. Good to see you again. Are you going introduce your new friends?"
"Sure. This is Agent Michael Vaughn and Agent Eric Weiss," She pointed to them in turn. "Guys, this is Trout."
"Trout?" Weiss repeated dumbly.
"Travis Richard Owen Ulysses Trent," Trout explained then shrugged. "My parents had a weird sense of humour."
"Trout, as we call him, is our leading tech guy. Probably one of the best in the world," Tanya added.
"Aw, you're making me blush," Trout muttered with false shyness.
Tanya laughed, looking completely at ease. Vaughn was shocked at what the MI6 tech guy was like. A part of him had always believed that all tech guys would be a clone of Marshal. But this guy didn't look a thing like him. Even his dress was 'hip' and fashionable. He wondered for a moment how much of a social life Trout had.
"Okay Arch Angel and CIA agents, let us get down to business. Do we agree with the terms?" Trout asked.
"The CIA agrees," Vaughn confirmed.
"Good. Arch Angel, you understand you mission?"
"Yes. Terminate Irina Derevko."
"Good. And remember..." He began, but Tanya cut across.
"I am a ghost. A shadow. I have no past, present, or future. No emotions. If I am captured or killed, any records of my existence will be erased and the British government will deny all knowledge of me. I am no one," She finished, reciting the words she knew by heart.
"Remember that. I'm transferring our intel over now," Trout informed them. "And Arch Angel, don't turn this into a personal vendetta. Don't make this about him."
Vaughn's eyes flickered between the two MI6 agents. Both were holding the other's steady gaze, both unreadable. He wondered what Trout was talking about. Tanya said nothing; instead she gave Trout a sharp nod to show she understood.
"Ok. Good luck Agent Vaughn, Agent Weiss," He wished them giving them a nod. "Arch Angel," His tone softened, "Come back alive."
A/N: What do you think? I know you have your opinions and I want to hear them, so just hit that little button now. :o)
A/N: Hey I'm back again. I got no reviews last chapter, so I hope people are still reading this. Please drop me a line if you are. Hopefully I won't be too long updating the next chapter. Well thanks as usual to my beta Dream Writer 4 Life. Well please R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
All that there was left to do now was to wait. Flight 647 from Boston had landed 10 minutes ago. Now all Vaughn and Weiss had to do was sit near the metal detector - which had been set up - and wait for the signal.
The business passengers were the first to pass through: a number of men and women dressed in smart suits and carrying briefcases. Not a single one of them set off the alarm. Then there were some elderly couples and a few families and, like Vaughn suspected, they didn't set off the machine either. Then came the odd couple and solo passengers. Surely one of them was their agent.
A girl caught Vaughn's attention. She was very hard to miss. The girl had bright red dreadlocks, icy blue eyes, and a number of piercing in her ears and a ring through her lip. She wore dark purple baggy cords and a blue and black baggy sweater. And when she walked through the machine, the alarms blared.
"Oh bloody hell!" She swore in a tick Australian accent. "God, not again. This happened to me last time I was Zurich."
'Bingo,' Vaughn thought, 'That's our cue.'
He was a little surprise to find a MI6 agent looking so feral, but he guessed that anyone hunting a MI6 'Ghost' wouldn't have suspected her either. He and Weiss walked over to metal detector.
"Hey! Watch where you put those hands!" She snapped at the security guard.
"Excuse me miss?" Weiss asked.
"Tanya. Tanya Moore," She replied, glaring at the duo.
"Miss Moore, would you please come with us?"
"Please don't tell me that you also think my bum's so big that I'm hiding crack in my pants?" She groaned as they lead her away.
They marched in silence until they were out of the earshot of the other passengers.
"So how's the weather in London?" Vaughn asked the code question.
"Not bad for the time of year. It was minus one last week," She replied, her Aussie accent had disappeared to be replaced by a British one.
"Arch Angel I presumed?"
She nodded, "That's me. And you must be the agents the CIA sent to pick me up."
"That's right. I'm Agent Eric Weiss and this is Agent Michael Vaughn," Weiss introduced them.
"It's nice to meet you."
"Tanya Moore isn't your real name is it?" Weiss asked.
"It might be, it might not be. But you gonna have to call me by it, because I'm not giving you another name," She replied flashing them a brilliant smile.
****
When they reached the CIA building, Tanya requested to use the bathroom. They escorted her to the bathrooms on the third floor and waited by the door for her to come out. She emerged a few minutes later; now she was dressed in a navy business suit and pastel blue shirt. Her heavy make-up had been removed and replaced with a more natural look. Also she now had long blond hair, though Vaughn couldn't tell if it was natural or another wig, but her eyes had remained blue.
Tanya's smile widened when she saw Weiss's approving look and gave them a quick spin.
"I think this is more appropriate, don't you agree?" She asked.
Weiss gave her a helpless nod, causing her smile to spread further. They lead her off to Vaughn's office
"Take a seat," Vaughn offered as he and Weiss sat down. "First, I should apologise for Mr. Devlin. He's on a trip and can't be here," He informed her. "So he left me in charge of this negotiation."
"Alright," She agreed. "My government terms are simple. In exchange for our information, I must come with you to find Irina Derevko and I must be allowed to terminate her."
"The U.S. government agrees with those terms. But I still need clarification that you are who you say you are. Can you give me your agent ID please?" Vaughn ordered.
"GHO-24513-9267," She recited from heart.
Weiss type it into the computer. After a few moments passed, the words 'Agent Number Confirmed' appeared on the screen. Vaughn quickly read the profile:
Agent ID: GHO-24513-9267
Alias: Classified.
Codename: Arch Angel.
Weiss clicked on the 'More Details' button, but the machine beeped angrily and the words 'Access Denied' appeared in large red letters. He let out a small gasp of shock as an animated fish started to swim up and down the screen. Tanya looked over the screen, saw this and forced herself to suppress a giggle.
"Click on the trout," She instructed.
"Huh?" Vaughn and Weiss asked in unison.
"The fish on the screen, click on it."
He did as he was instructed and an image of a man connected to a live video feed filled the screen. He had short spiky ginger hair and a pale boyish face. Two squared, black-rimmed glasses framed his concentrating grey eyes.
"Finally! Took you long enough," He sighed, then he saw Tanya and smiled. "Hey Arch Angel. Good to see you again. Are you going introduce your new friends?"
"Sure. This is Agent Michael Vaughn and Agent Eric Weiss," She pointed to them in turn. "Guys, this is Trout."
"Trout?" Weiss repeated dumbly.
"Travis Richard Owen Ulysses Trent," Trout explained then shrugged. "My parents had a weird sense of humour."
"Trout, as we call him, is our leading tech guy. Probably one of the best in the world," Tanya added.
"Aw, you're making me blush," Trout muttered with false shyness.
Tanya laughed, looking completely at ease. Vaughn was shocked at what the MI6 tech guy was like. A part of him had always believed that all tech guys would be a clone of Marshal. But this guy didn't look a thing like him. Even his dress was 'hip' and fashionable. He wondered for a moment how much of a social life Trout had.
"Okay Arch Angel and CIA agents, let us get down to business. Do we agree with the terms?" Trout asked.
"The CIA agrees," Vaughn confirmed.
"Good. Arch Angel, you understand you mission?"
"Yes. Terminate Irina Derevko."
"Good. And remember..." He began, but Tanya cut across.
"I am a ghost. A shadow. I have no past, present, or future. No emotions. If I am captured or killed, any records of my existence will be erased and the British government will deny all knowledge of me. I am no one," She finished, reciting the words she knew by heart.
"Remember that. I'm transferring our intel over now," Trout informed them. "And Arch Angel, don't turn this into a personal vendetta. Don't make this about him."
Vaughn's eyes flickered between the two MI6 agents. Both were holding the other's steady gaze, both unreadable. He wondered what Trout was talking about. Tanya said nothing; instead she gave Trout a sharp nod to show she understood.
"Ok. Good luck Agent Vaughn, Agent Weiss," He wished them giving them a nod. "Arch Angel," His tone softened, "Come back alive."
A/N: What do you think? I know you have your opinions and I want to hear them, so just hit that little button now. :o)