Donovan looked through the window and saw her. She was wearing her white gi and working out on the kick bag.
Punch. Punch. Jab. Side kick.
"So, are we just going to sit out here and watch her," Cody smirked, "or will we actually go inside?"
"Wait here," Donovan requested, walking into the building.
"Oh hell no!" Cody replied, not wanting to miss anything.
"Give him a few minutes," Alex said, grabbing Cody's arm.
Gina was practicing her side kicks when she heard the buzzer on the door. "I'll be with you in a minute." she huffed giving a few more swift kicks to the bag. "How can I help you?"
Gina froze when she saw the person standing in front of her. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
"Gina, don't," Donovan ordered, watching her take a few steps backs. She stopped moving when she saw the rest of Donovan's team walk in.
"I'm tired of looking over my shoulder," she sighed.
"Gina," Donovan started to say, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"I've always known this day would come," she said, dropping to her knees, "but I never thought they'd send you."
"What's she talking about?" Monica whispered.
"In a way, I'm glad it's you." Gina continued, closing her eyes. "Just make it fast."
"Gina," Donovan said, dropping down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands, "I'm not here for termination. I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" she whispered, "You can't help me if that's what they want."
"John's dead." Donovan stated.
Gina slowly stood up and started to laugh. "And you want me to pin a medal on his killer?"
"He really wasn't well liked was he?" Cody smirked.
"That's an understatement." Gina spat, "Your new team?"
"Manners, Gina." Donovan ordered, "yes, my new team."
"Who finally got rid of the weasel?" Gina asked, grabbing her water bottle.
"What did this guy do to be hated so much?" Monica asked.
"He broke the first rule of being a spy," Gina replied.
"What's that?" Cody smirked, "Never try to impersonate James Bond?"
"He got caught," Donovan replied, the hatred spilling out into his voice.
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Donovan slowly walked up to the counter and looked to his side. He was waiting for the right time to begin. He moved his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders, trying to relax. He wiggled his fingers, trying to loosen them up.
He couldn't understand why he was nervous about doing this. He's been doing this since he was five.
He took a few deep breaths and counted to five. He didn't flinch when the buzzer went off.
Frank quickly pulled his Glock out of his side holster and fired. As quickly as he pulled it out, he replaced it.
"Time!" the instructor yelled. "Agent Donovan, you're wanted in the briefing room."
Donovan nodded his head. He replaced the safety goggles and earplugs and made his way to the main building.
He nodded to a couple of his instructors as he walked past them. He knocked on the briefing room door and walked in.
"Agent Donovan, we have an assignment for you," Director Tenney said.
"Donovan, we know you've only just graduated and have had no time out in the field," Instructor Weisz started to say, "but time is of the essence and with your expertise this mission can be over fast."
"My expertise?" Donovan asked.
"A team was sent to the Mid East to keep track of an arms dealer," Director Tenney explained, "they were to find out his routine and then deal with him."
Donovan knew what the Director meant by deal with the man. Kill him. "What happened, sir?" Donovan asked.
"They were caught," Instructor Weisz finished.
"Caught, like hell!" Director Tenney huffed, "they were betrayed by one of their own. Find them, get them out and then terminate the traitor."
"The file." Instructor Weisz said handing him the file.
Donovan took the file and looked through it. He sat down when he started to read. Gina was part of the team that was captured. He closed his eyes and hoped she wasn't the traitor. "Where's my team?" he asked.
"They're waiting for you outside Agent Donovan." Director Tenney replied, standing up. "This is an important mission, don't screw it up."
Punch. Punch. Jab. Side kick.
"So, are we just going to sit out here and watch her," Cody smirked, "or will we actually go inside?"
"Wait here," Donovan requested, walking into the building.
"Oh hell no!" Cody replied, not wanting to miss anything.
"Give him a few minutes," Alex said, grabbing Cody's arm.
Gina was practicing her side kicks when she heard the buzzer on the door. "I'll be with you in a minute." she huffed giving a few more swift kicks to the bag. "How can I help you?"
Gina froze when she saw the person standing in front of her. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
"Gina, don't," Donovan ordered, watching her take a few steps backs. She stopped moving when she saw the rest of Donovan's team walk in.
"I'm tired of looking over my shoulder," she sighed.
"Gina," Donovan started to say, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"I've always known this day would come," she said, dropping to her knees, "but I never thought they'd send you."
"What's she talking about?" Monica whispered.
"In a way, I'm glad it's you." Gina continued, closing her eyes. "Just make it fast."
"Gina," Donovan said, dropping down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands, "I'm not here for termination. I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" she whispered, "You can't help me if that's what they want."
"John's dead." Donovan stated.
Gina slowly stood up and started to laugh. "And you want me to pin a medal on his killer?"
"He really wasn't well liked was he?" Cody smirked.
"That's an understatement." Gina spat, "Your new team?"
"Manners, Gina." Donovan ordered, "yes, my new team."
"Who finally got rid of the weasel?" Gina asked, grabbing her water bottle.
"What did this guy do to be hated so much?" Monica asked.
"He broke the first rule of being a spy," Gina replied.
"What's that?" Cody smirked, "Never try to impersonate James Bond?"
"He got caught," Donovan replied, the hatred spilling out into his voice.
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Donovan slowly walked up to the counter and looked to his side. He was waiting for the right time to begin. He moved his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders, trying to relax. He wiggled his fingers, trying to loosen them up.
He couldn't understand why he was nervous about doing this. He's been doing this since he was five.
He took a few deep breaths and counted to five. He didn't flinch when the buzzer went off.
Frank quickly pulled his Glock out of his side holster and fired. As quickly as he pulled it out, he replaced it.
"Time!" the instructor yelled. "Agent Donovan, you're wanted in the briefing room."
Donovan nodded his head. He replaced the safety goggles and earplugs and made his way to the main building.
He nodded to a couple of his instructors as he walked past them. He knocked on the briefing room door and walked in.
"Agent Donovan, we have an assignment for you," Director Tenney said.
"Donovan, we know you've only just graduated and have had no time out in the field," Instructor Weisz started to say, "but time is of the essence and with your expertise this mission can be over fast."
"My expertise?" Donovan asked.
"A team was sent to the Mid East to keep track of an arms dealer," Director Tenney explained, "they were to find out his routine and then deal with him."
Donovan knew what the Director meant by deal with the man. Kill him. "What happened, sir?" Donovan asked.
"They were caught," Instructor Weisz finished.
"Caught, like hell!" Director Tenney huffed, "they were betrayed by one of their own. Find them, get them out and then terminate the traitor."
"The file." Instructor Weisz said handing him the file.
Donovan took the file and looked through it. He sat down when he started to read. Gina was part of the team that was captured. He closed his eyes and hoped she wasn't the traitor. "Where's my team?" he asked.
"They're waiting for you outside Agent Donovan." Director Tenney replied, standing up. "This is an important mission, don't screw it up."
