Field Agents
By: Ethereal Raine
Summary: Joanna is irked when Carrington pairs her with Jonathan for a top- secret mission. At first, anyway.
Rating: PG-13 for some cursing and violence.
Disclaimer: Perfect Dark is the property of Rare, not me, and all affiliates and associates thereof. Joanna Dark, Jonathan, Daniel Carrington, and Grimshaw all belong to them, but the rest of the characters are mine!
Joanna already felt talked to death when the briefing got out a little earlier than expected. She was in the middle of packing up her things when a fellow agent named Susan came up on her and gave her a wish of good luck.
"Ya workin' with Jonathan?" She asked, a slight southern US accent lacing her words. Joanna nodded an almost hesitant yes, and the blonde laughed. "I don't know how you put up with him. He can get such a superiority complex. I swear, I just think he's jealous since you broke all his records." That got a grin from Joanna and she laughed. "I'm sure you're right. When he's making some crack about the way I do things, I'll have to remind him of that." Susan smiled and ushered her fellow agent away. "You'd better be going before you ruin your chance of getting some time off. Joanna looked at her oddly for a moment, and then smiled. Grimshaw had a big mouth. I'm going, I'm going," she repeated before running off to her transport.
A half hour later, Joanna had been dropped on a vacant balcony running along some executive offices at the Ozmarque Corporation. The operation specifics were to photograph some sensitive documents pertaining to the cover-up of illegal activities within the business. Jonathan had specifically left the 5th window on the balcony open for her. She knew she could have just shot out the window, but getting discovered now at CI's first on-site reconnaissance would tighten up security so much that even getting a picture of a plastic ficus would be harder than infiltrating Area 51. And that was pretty tough.
Joanna mentally counted until she reached five, and leaned downward to grab the latch of the window. Thankfully, it slid up, and she felt compelled to give Jonathan a psychic thank you, even though he wouldn't hear it. She slipped inside quietly and closed the window behind her. The office was shadowed, lit only from the light outside. She knew from the schematics Jonathan provided her that the documents were contained in a secured room in the next hall. He was to meet her there at 22:00 to let her in. He said that security wasn't usually patrolling this section of the building at that hour, but there were permanently stationed security officers within the room that she would have to take care of. She glanced at the clock on the desk, and it read 9:52 p.m. She had a few minutes to lay low before heading out of the office, so she looked around. Various pictures of what she guessed to be family members garnered the room, and a few Cuban cigars lay stationary on the right hand side of the oversized desk. The computer lay in standby mode, and a (well, what do you know?) plastic ficus had its own home in the northwest corner of the room. Joanna pressed her frame against the wall closest to the door, keeping herself hidden from any security officers who would possibly peek in. Jonathan had already informed her that there were no security cameras in this office, and it was then that Joanna caught site of a leather couch. The kind of guy who liked to sleep a bit on the job, she supposed, and didn't want to be caught by security cameras. She chuckled, noticing a pair of man's sneakers next to the brandy-colored piece of furniture.
Agent Dark quickly glanced back to the clock and saw that she had 3 minutes until she had to be at the door marked in red on the schematics. She inched up toward the office door and peeked out the small glass pane. She looked to either side, seeing the hall clear, and opened the door very slowly, Falcon 2 (complete with silencer) preceding her into the hallway. She kept her back to the wall and her ears open for any sound of approaching security guards. After a few moments of hearing nothing, she supposed Jonathan hadnâEt been wrong when he said there was no security here at this time of night. She made sure to keep an eagle eye out for the cameras, and ducked past the 3 she encountered with the finesse of even the most seasoned of agents.
At precisely 22:00 hours, Joanna came upon a door that was marked "Level 3 Clearance Personnel ONLY". Standing directly to the left of the door was Jonathan. He looked around briefly to make sure they weren't seen, and handed her a key card. "Good luck, Joanna," he whispered. "Be stealthy about this one. I know how you enjoy likening yourself to Rambo sometimes," he grinned.
Joanna rolled her eyes, knowing that she wouldn't be free of this evening without a comment from him. "If I do get into it, I'll be sure to trounce some more of your records, Jonathan," she retorted proudly. But he simply shook his head, grinning even more as he turned around and walked away from her as if they had never known each other. God, that man infuriated her! But she forced herself to put her mind back to the task at hand, swiping the key card into the slot. A green light blinked and the door unlocked. She pushed it open quietly, and waited just a few moments before bursting in. Sure enough, there were two guards sitting beside a filing cabinet, a door next to it leading further into the complex. At the sight of her, they immediately stood and turned their guns on the female agent, one of them leaning down quickly to press an alarm.
"Not tonight!" She shot him first, firing three rounds into his chest. The other guard, quicker than his partner, began shooting with his Dragon, spraying bullets on all sides of Joanna Dark. She escaped most of the gunfire, but a few rounds bounced off her shield, reducing its potency. She sidestepped the guard and gave him a little smirk before firing five rounds, hitting him with four and dropping him quickly. She shook her head, mentally chastising the company. This was much too easy.
She quickly made her way to the filing cabinet and used the same keycard to open it. It clicked open and she slid it ajar. With her Camspy, she snapped several pictures of the documents.
She only got 3 pictures before the alarms began to blare. "What..?!" She looked around quickly, and spotted a very small camera embedded into the corner of the ceiling. "Damn!" She cursed, shooting out the camera and dashing to the door, running quickly for cover. She needed to get out before they locked down the building. "Grimshaw, send the transport around!" She whispered loudly into the microphone grazing her lips. "Now!"
Grimshaw's voice came only seconds later, "Right away, Joanna, get to the window immediately!"
Joanna picked up the sound of nearly dozens of footsteps behind her and took off toward the office she had come from. She soon heard warning shots from behind her and several guards yelling for her to stop or that they'd shoot her. She turned, still running on her heels, and fired her new Dragon at the company of guards. "How about I shoot?!" Bullets assailed her when she opened fire, and she felt her shield strength sapping away. She turned back around once the last man dropped to his knees, and her hand found the doorknob of the office she had exited only minutes before. She opened it quickly and stepped inside, running toward the window and yanking it open so hard she almost broke the glass.
Suddenly, floodlights flashed bright in the room and guards swarmed in through the door. "Bloody hell," she whispered to herself, tossing the Camspy out on the ledge and turning around. Each guard had their gun pointed straight at her, and she wasn't exaggerating when she counted at least two dozen. There was no way she could get out of this one. She raised her arms in surrender, and six of the guards jumped in to restrain her. As she was led away, cursing under her breath, she hoped the transport would pick up the Camspy and be able to continue the operation. And get her out of here.
As she was pushed harshly down the corridors, she knew Jonathan would never let her forget this one.
If she survived.
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By: Ethereal Raine
Summary: Joanna is irked when Carrington pairs her with Jonathan for a top- secret mission. At first, anyway.
Rating: PG-13 for some cursing and violence.
Disclaimer: Perfect Dark is the property of Rare, not me, and all affiliates and associates thereof. Joanna Dark, Jonathan, Daniel Carrington, and Grimshaw all belong to them, but the rest of the characters are mine!
Joanna already felt talked to death when the briefing got out a little earlier than expected. She was in the middle of packing up her things when a fellow agent named Susan came up on her and gave her a wish of good luck.
"Ya workin' with Jonathan?" She asked, a slight southern US accent lacing her words. Joanna nodded an almost hesitant yes, and the blonde laughed. "I don't know how you put up with him. He can get such a superiority complex. I swear, I just think he's jealous since you broke all his records." That got a grin from Joanna and she laughed. "I'm sure you're right. When he's making some crack about the way I do things, I'll have to remind him of that." Susan smiled and ushered her fellow agent away. "You'd better be going before you ruin your chance of getting some time off. Joanna looked at her oddly for a moment, and then smiled. Grimshaw had a big mouth. I'm going, I'm going," she repeated before running off to her transport.
A half hour later, Joanna had been dropped on a vacant balcony running along some executive offices at the Ozmarque Corporation. The operation specifics were to photograph some sensitive documents pertaining to the cover-up of illegal activities within the business. Jonathan had specifically left the 5th window on the balcony open for her. She knew she could have just shot out the window, but getting discovered now at CI's first on-site reconnaissance would tighten up security so much that even getting a picture of a plastic ficus would be harder than infiltrating Area 51. And that was pretty tough.
Joanna mentally counted until she reached five, and leaned downward to grab the latch of the window. Thankfully, it slid up, and she felt compelled to give Jonathan a psychic thank you, even though he wouldn't hear it. She slipped inside quietly and closed the window behind her. The office was shadowed, lit only from the light outside. She knew from the schematics Jonathan provided her that the documents were contained in a secured room in the next hall. He was to meet her there at 22:00 to let her in. He said that security wasn't usually patrolling this section of the building at that hour, but there were permanently stationed security officers within the room that she would have to take care of. She glanced at the clock on the desk, and it read 9:52 p.m. She had a few minutes to lay low before heading out of the office, so she looked around. Various pictures of what she guessed to be family members garnered the room, and a few Cuban cigars lay stationary on the right hand side of the oversized desk. The computer lay in standby mode, and a (well, what do you know?) plastic ficus had its own home in the northwest corner of the room. Joanna pressed her frame against the wall closest to the door, keeping herself hidden from any security officers who would possibly peek in. Jonathan had already informed her that there were no security cameras in this office, and it was then that Joanna caught site of a leather couch. The kind of guy who liked to sleep a bit on the job, she supposed, and didn't want to be caught by security cameras. She chuckled, noticing a pair of man's sneakers next to the brandy-colored piece of furniture.
Agent Dark quickly glanced back to the clock and saw that she had 3 minutes until she had to be at the door marked in red on the schematics. She inched up toward the office door and peeked out the small glass pane. She looked to either side, seeing the hall clear, and opened the door very slowly, Falcon 2 (complete with silencer) preceding her into the hallway. She kept her back to the wall and her ears open for any sound of approaching security guards. After a few moments of hearing nothing, she supposed Jonathan hadnâEt been wrong when he said there was no security here at this time of night. She made sure to keep an eagle eye out for the cameras, and ducked past the 3 she encountered with the finesse of even the most seasoned of agents.
At precisely 22:00 hours, Joanna came upon a door that was marked "Level 3 Clearance Personnel ONLY". Standing directly to the left of the door was Jonathan. He looked around briefly to make sure they weren't seen, and handed her a key card. "Good luck, Joanna," he whispered. "Be stealthy about this one. I know how you enjoy likening yourself to Rambo sometimes," he grinned.
Joanna rolled her eyes, knowing that she wouldn't be free of this evening without a comment from him. "If I do get into it, I'll be sure to trounce some more of your records, Jonathan," she retorted proudly. But he simply shook his head, grinning even more as he turned around and walked away from her as if they had never known each other. God, that man infuriated her! But she forced herself to put her mind back to the task at hand, swiping the key card into the slot. A green light blinked and the door unlocked. She pushed it open quietly, and waited just a few moments before bursting in. Sure enough, there were two guards sitting beside a filing cabinet, a door next to it leading further into the complex. At the sight of her, they immediately stood and turned their guns on the female agent, one of them leaning down quickly to press an alarm.
"Not tonight!" She shot him first, firing three rounds into his chest. The other guard, quicker than his partner, began shooting with his Dragon, spraying bullets on all sides of Joanna Dark. She escaped most of the gunfire, but a few rounds bounced off her shield, reducing its potency. She sidestepped the guard and gave him a little smirk before firing five rounds, hitting him with four and dropping him quickly. She shook her head, mentally chastising the company. This was much too easy.
She quickly made her way to the filing cabinet and used the same keycard to open it. It clicked open and she slid it ajar. With her Camspy, she snapped several pictures of the documents.
She only got 3 pictures before the alarms began to blare. "What..?!" She looked around quickly, and spotted a very small camera embedded into the corner of the ceiling. "Damn!" She cursed, shooting out the camera and dashing to the door, running quickly for cover. She needed to get out before they locked down the building. "Grimshaw, send the transport around!" She whispered loudly into the microphone grazing her lips. "Now!"
Grimshaw's voice came only seconds later, "Right away, Joanna, get to the window immediately!"
Joanna picked up the sound of nearly dozens of footsteps behind her and took off toward the office she had come from. She soon heard warning shots from behind her and several guards yelling for her to stop or that they'd shoot her. She turned, still running on her heels, and fired her new Dragon at the company of guards. "How about I shoot?!" Bullets assailed her when she opened fire, and she felt her shield strength sapping away. She turned back around once the last man dropped to his knees, and her hand found the doorknob of the office she had exited only minutes before. She opened it quickly and stepped inside, running toward the window and yanking it open so hard she almost broke the glass.
Suddenly, floodlights flashed bright in the room and guards swarmed in through the door. "Bloody hell," she whispered to herself, tossing the Camspy out on the ledge and turning around. Each guard had their gun pointed straight at her, and she wasn't exaggerating when she counted at least two dozen. There was no way she could get out of this one. She raised her arms in surrender, and six of the guards jumped in to restrain her. As she was led away, cursing under her breath, she hoped the transport would pick up the Camspy and be able to continue the operation. And get her out of here.
As she was pushed harshly down the corridors, she knew Jonathan would never let her forget this one.
If she survived.
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What do you think? Please feel free to review it all you want! The more reviews I get, the more quickly I will post additional chapters. Feedback lets me know that people out there would enjoy reading more!