Chapter Two - Weiss
It's a boring Thursday. I look out of my office and into Vaughn's, the lights are out. Of coarse they are, he left yesterday with Sydney. They had an emergency ops in Libya.. I look back and notice that the blocks are almost to the top of the screen. I quit trying and let the game end. I kick my feet up on the desk and lean back in my chair. I start to ponder on what I should do tonight, with Vaughn gone the guys night out is cancelled, so all that's left is going home and watching TV, at least I can get caught up on Friends. God I'm pathetic. I rest my head back and almost close my eyes, when I see Jack coming towards my office. I panic and throw my feet off the desk knocking over my clock, and grope for any loose paper to study and look busy. I'm too slow, Jack come scowling in and I know I'm caught.
"If you are not too busy Eric I have a case for you." He throws a folder down in front of me. "She a CIA officer who was stationed in London, trying to track down Sloane. He latest mission had her sent to Libya to a compound believed to be a storage facility. The mission was a disaster." So that's why Vaughn and Sydney left in such a hurry. "We had confirmation that four of the five officers sent there were killed. Their bodies were shipped back to London covered in ash. We believed that she was killed to until she showed up in LA today. I need you to go down to the lobby and bring her up to one of the conference areas. I've got to call London. " With that Jack turned around and started to walk out the door.
"What should I tell her when she starts to ask questions?"
"Nothing. Not yet anyway, we need to confirm that it IS in fact her, " with that Jack disappears. I reach for a file and open it. The first thing I notice is the snap shot. The eyes in the picture are so piercing. I study them for a few more moments, before flipping it up and looking the qualifications,
Name: Zanna Madison Adurea
Sex: Female
Hire Date: May 1997
DOB: February 28, 1975
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Marital Status:Single
Languages:French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German
Skills: Martial Arts, Firearms, Surveillance, High-Risk Operations, Pursuit & Evasion, and Game Theory
I bite my lower lip, Sloane must have been tipped about their mission for it to have been such a disaster. I get up out of my chair and start to make my way towards the elevator. I can't help but look back at the picture, at her eyes.
I've been in the lobby for about ten minutes, and still no sign of her. I keep reading deeper into her file. I'm amazed by some of the missions she has pulled off, then I get to the page with the information concerning the Libya mission. I just skim the beginning, blah, blah, blah, meant to retrieve data off a computer. Then my eyes travel to the large red letters, Mission Failed. I read under it, five casualties but that has been scathed out. I hear the door open and look up. In walks a business woman, I look back down. Wait. I look back up she walks with her arms crossed, and upon further inspection I see silver flashing behind her arms. Her eyes dart around the lobby and she heads straight towards me. "Officer Adurea?" I ask. She looks up and nods. I notice the dried blood on her cheek, she seems so vulnerable, I reach out my hand. She steps back. Stupid me, of coarse she doesn't need you babying her right now. "Sorry" I mutter. I can't stop looking into her eyes, they are just as enticing as in the picture. I reach out my hand again, but this time in a professional matter. "I'm Eric Weiss." She uncrosses her arms and right away I notice the handcuffs. She awkwardly shakes my hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Officer Adurea." Well I guess she's not as into me as I am her.
"Umm... if you would follow me, Officer Bristow is waiting upstairs for us. I'm sure he can Houdini you out of those cuffs." She doesn't even smile at my joke. My palms are getting sweaty, I wipe them on my jacket. She follows me to the elevator not saying a single word. As we ride up the elevator I try to break the silence, "So... how do you like LA?" She looks at me and arches an eyebrow and then continues to stare straight forward. Shut up Eric, you're making matters worse. Now she going to think you are an insensitive jerk. I decide not to try for small talk again. The elevator seems to take an eternity, but finally we reach the floor. I stand in the elevator doorway and jester with my hand to let her out. She steps out of the elevator and waits again for me to lead. We walk down the hallway past all the offices we hang a right and I open the doors to the conference room. I hold the door for her and she enters, and I follow. In the room Jack and Dixon are seated at the long table. Jack on the end, and Dixon to his right. She walks around and sits on Jacks left. I sit next to Dixon, I don't need to make any more of a fool of myself right now.
It's a boring Thursday. I look out of my office and into Vaughn's, the lights are out. Of coarse they are, he left yesterday with Sydney. They had an emergency ops in Libya.. I look back and notice that the blocks are almost to the top of the screen. I quit trying and let the game end. I kick my feet up on the desk and lean back in my chair. I start to ponder on what I should do tonight, with Vaughn gone the guys night out is cancelled, so all that's left is going home and watching TV, at least I can get caught up on Friends. God I'm pathetic. I rest my head back and almost close my eyes, when I see Jack coming towards my office. I panic and throw my feet off the desk knocking over my clock, and grope for any loose paper to study and look busy. I'm too slow, Jack come scowling in and I know I'm caught.
"If you are not too busy Eric I have a case for you." He throws a folder down in front of me. "She a CIA officer who was stationed in London, trying to track down Sloane. He latest mission had her sent to Libya to a compound believed to be a storage facility. The mission was a disaster." So that's why Vaughn and Sydney left in such a hurry. "We had confirmation that four of the five officers sent there were killed. Their bodies were shipped back to London covered in ash. We believed that she was killed to until she showed up in LA today. I need you to go down to the lobby and bring her up to one of the conference areas. I've got to call London. " With that Jack turned around and started to walk out the door.
"What should I tell her when she starts to ask questions?"
"Nothing. Not yet anyway, we need to confirm that it IS in fact her, " with that Jack disappears. I reach for a file and open it. The first thing I notice is the snap shot. The eyes in the picture are so piercing. I study them for a few more moments, before flipping it up and looking the qualifications,
Name: Zanna Madison Adurea
Sex: Female
Hire Date: May 1997
DOB: February 28, 1975
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Marital Status:Single
Languages:French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German
Skills: Martial Arts, Firearms, Surveillance, High-Risk Operations, Pursuit & Evasion, and Game Theory
I bite my lower lip, Sloane must have been tipped about their mission for it to have been such a disaster. I get up out of my chair and start to make my way towards the elevator. I can't help but look back at the picture, at her eyes.
I've been in the lobby for about ten minutes, and still no sign of her. I keep reading deeper into her file. I'm amazed by some of the missions she has pulled off, then I get to the page with the information concerning the Libya mission. I just skim the beginning, blah, blah, blah, meant to retrieve data off a computer. Then my eyes travel to the large red letters, Mission Failed. I read under it, five casualties but that has been scathed out. I hear the door open and look up. In walks a business woman, I look back down. Wait. I look back up she walks with her arms crossed, and upon further inspection I see silver flashing behind her arms. Her eyes dart around the lobby and she heads straight towards me. "Officer Adurea?" I ask. She looks up and nods. I notice the dried blood on her cheek, she seems so vulnerable, I reach out my hand. She steps back. Stupid me, of coarse she doesn't need you babying her right now. "Sorry" I mutter. I can't stop looking into her eyes, they are just as enticing as in the picture. I reach out my hand again, but this time in a professional matter. "I'm Eric Weiss." She uncrosses her arms and right away I notice the handcuffs. She awkwardly shakes my hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Officer Adurea." Well I guess she's not as into me as I am her.
"Umm... if you would follow me, Officer Bristow is waiting upstairs for us. I'm sure he can Houdini you out of those cuffs." She doesn't even smile at my joke. My palms are getting sweaty, I wipe them on my jacket. She follows me to the elevator not saying a single word. As we ride up the elevator I try to break the silence, "So... how do you like LA?" She looks at me and arches an eyebrow and then continues to stare straight forward. Shut up Eric, you're making matters worse. Now she going to think you are an insensitive jerk. I decide not to try for small talk again. The elevator seems to take an eternity, but finally we reach the floor. I stand in the elevator doorway and jester with my hand to let her out. She steps out of the elevator and waits again for me to lead. We walk down the hallway past all the offices we hang a right and I open the doors to the conference room. I hold the door for her and she enters, and I follow. In the room Jack and Dixon are seated at the long table. Jack on the end, and Dixon to his right. She walks around and sits on Jacks left. I sit next to Dixon, I don't need to make any more of a fool of myself right now.