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Catherine quietly shut the hotel door behind her. She and Sark had returned to Los Angeles to finish up some things before meeting the Maniocs in Nevada.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Sark questioned, muting the TV.
"Go ahead, love, we're almost done with everything anyway." Catherine replied, swiping the remote off of the coffee table.
"Why exactly did you kill Lauren?"
"What kind of a question is THAT? Do you really want her alive?"
"No, not really, it's just that, well... it seemed so, sudden."
"You mean, unexpected, like a surprise attack, sort of if she didn't see it coming?"
"Um, well, yeah."
"Love, that's the idea behind an assassination."
"I know that!"
"Then why ask?!"
"Because I, um, could, I suppose?"
"Julian, go to bed. It's been a long day, and you aren't making any sense."
"If you say so..."
"I say so. Goodnight, love."
"Night"
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Next morning, Covenant Headquarters (LA)...
Catherine was busy typing up a mission summary when the funky red light that signified an intruder went off. The office was suddenly full of people running like chickens with their heads cut off. Pulling out a gun from the top desk drawer, Catherine maneuvered her way through the confused masses, and pulled up short of the main hall.
A familiar looking blonde was making her way up the hall, a gun poised ready in her right hand.
Catherine did a double take, to confirm it was Lauren. Making sure her gun was loaded; Catherine created a plan in her mind before making her first move. Turning sharply into the hall, and firing a quick shot before ducking back behind the wall, possible scenarios as to why Lauren was still alive ran through her head. Whilst contemplating, she was unaware of the blonde coming up upon her until a gun was at her head.
"How are you this morning, Catherine?" Lauren smugly asked, "Well enough to dance, I hope."
"I'll feel better if you tell me how you survived." Catherine replied.
"Well, that's a simple one. Bullet proof vest love" Lauren explained, "Now, drop the gun."
Catherine sighed, but tossed the gun down the hall.
"Why ever would you do that?" Lauren questioned, removing her own gun slightly.
"To do this" Catherine replied, swinging her leg around and kicking Lauren squarely in the chest. As Lauren doubled over slightly, Catherine wrenched the gun out of her hands.
Lauren then did a round-about kick, knocking the gun away from both of them.
"Why ever would you do that?" Catherine mocking asked, complete with a British accent.
"To do this" Lauren replied, slamming Catherine against the wall.
"Did you really want to do that?" Catherine asked, kneeing Lauren, who released her hold on Catherine.
"Yes, yes I did." Lauren replied, her right hand shooting out and grabbing Catherine around the neck, followed shortly by the other.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Catherine managed to gasp out, grabbing Lauren by the wrists and throwing her down on the floor.
"I wouldn't kill me if I were you." Lauren remarked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Of course not. I wouldn't kill me if I were you, either." Catherine replied, kicking Lauren's side then jumping over her body, landing on her right hand and grounding it into the floor. Why Lauren screamed in pain, Catherine ran over and grabbed the nearest gun, Lauren's.
"Now, for your grand exit, m'dear" Catherine smirked, raising the gun. As she fired the first bullet, Lauren scrambled away, and headed down the hall.
"Maybe you'll have better luck next time, you stupid Russian bitch!" Lauren yelled from halfway down the hall. Catherine exhaled, and followed the retreating blonde.
"You can run, Bloody Brit, but you can't hide. At least, not for too long, anyway" Catherine assured her, turning down a side hall/
"If you find me, I'll give you a free piercing." Lauren promised, her voice bouncing off the walls. "That is the latest fad over in the USSR, isn't it?"
Catherine laughed. "Russia and the Soviet Union are two different things. If you actually went to class instead of sleeping with your professors, you would know that."
"No one said there was any sleeping involved." Lauren replied.
Catherine turned down another side hall. "You know, this game is getting rather old. Why don't you just show yourself and stop running like a coward?" Catherine asked. "I'm beginning to think you're French."
"You know, the Russian's aren't known for their intelligent military strategy. If I remember correctly, the Russian armies always had many more causalities." Lauren responded.
"It only seems like we had more deaths because of our far superior numbers." Catherine said, heading into a stairwell.
"Far superior?" Lauren questioned.
"That's what I said." Catherine agreed, heading up a flight.
"If that was the case, then why does the UN refuse to accept Russia into their ranks?" Lauren asked.
"Because they think we're Commies." Catherine stated matter-of-factly, walking into a large room that housed the corporate offices of the Covenant's LA branch.
"Are you?" Lauren inquired.
"Not in the slightest." Catherine replied, weaving through the cubicle maze.
"Oh? That surprises me." Lauren said.
"Give it up. Come out before I blow the whole building up." Catherine ordered, pausing at the entrance to the main hall.
"You wouldn't blow up the building. Cole would kill you." Lauren replied.
"Maybe, but that's a risk I'll have to take." Catherine told her, turning around to backtrack.
Suddenly, two shots rang out. Catherine whirled around, only to see a large metal door slam down in her face.
"Damn it!" She yelled, running over to a keypad on the wall. Punching in the code that would raise the door, Catherine was caught off guard by a foot slamming into her side.
"Gotcha" Lauren smirked, pointing a gun in her opponent's face.
"Who the hell are you working with?" Catherine asked.
"You'll never guess." Lauren replied. "The last person you ever thought would betray you."
"My brother?" Catherine guessed.
Catherine quietly shut the hotel door behind her. She and Sark had returned to Los Angeles to finish up some things before meeting the Maniocs in Nevada.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Sark questioned, muting the TV.
"Go ahead, love, we're almost done with everything anyway." Catherine replied, swiping the remote off of the coffee table.
"Why exactly did you kill Lauren?"
"What kind of a question is THAT? Do you really want her alive?"
"No, not really, it's just that, well... it seemed so, sudden."
"You mean, unexpected, like a surprise attack, sort of if she didn't see it coming?"
"Um, well, yeah."
"Love, that's the idea behind an assassination."
"I know that!"
"Then why ask?!"
"Because I, um, could, I suppose?"
"Julian, go to bed. It's been a long day, and you aren't making any sense."
"If you say so..."
"I say so. Goodnight, love."
"Night"
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Next morning, Covenant Headquarters (LA)...
Catherine was busy typing up a mission summary when the funky red light that signified an intruder went off. The office was suddenly full of people running like chickens with their heads cut off. Pulling out a gun from the top desk drawer, Catherine maneuvered her way through the confused masses, and pulled up short of the main hall.
A familiar looking blonde was making her way up the hall, a gun poised ready in her right hand.
Catherine did a double take, to confirm it was Lauren. Making sure her gun was loaded; Catherine created a plan in her mind before making her first move. Turning sharply into the hall, and firing a quick shot before ducking back behind the wall, possible scenarios as to why Lauren was still alive ran through her head. Whilst contemplating, she was unaware of the blonde coming up upon her until a gun was at her head.
"How are you this morning, Catherine?" Lauren smugly asked, "Well enough to dance, I hope."
"I'll feel better if you tell me how you survived." Catherine replied.
"Well, that's a simple one. Bullet proof vest love" Lauren explained, "Now, drop the gun."
Catherine sighed, but tossed the gun down the hall.
"Why ever would you do that?" Lauren questioned, removing her own gun slightly.
"To do this" Catherine replied, swinging her leg around and kicking Lauren squarely in the chest. As Lauren doubled over slightly, Catherine wrenched the gun out of her hands.
Lauren then did a round-about kick, knocking the gun away from both of them.
"Why ever would you do that?" Catherine mocking asked, complete with a British accent.
"To do this" Lauren replied, slamming Catherine against the wall.
"Did you really want to do that?" Catherine asked, kneeing Lauren, who released her hold on Catherine.
"Yes, yes I did." Lauren replied, her right hand shooting out and grabbing Catherine around the neck, followed shortly by the other.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Catherine managed to gasp out, grabbing Lauren by the wrists and throwing her down on the floor.
"I wouldn't kill me if I were you." Lauren remarked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Of course not. I wouldn't kill me if I were you, either." Catherine replied, kicking Lauren's side then jumping over her body, landing on her right hand and grounding it into the floor. Why Lauren screamed in pain, Catherine ran over and grabbed the nearest gun, Lauren's.
"Now, for your grand exit, m'dear" Catherine smirked, raising the gun. As she fired the first bullet, Lauren scrambled away, and headed down the hall.
"Maybe you'll have better luck next time, you stupid Russian bitch!" Lauren yelled from halfway down the hall. Catherine exhaled, and followed the retreating blonde.
"You can run, Bloody Brit, but you can't hide. At least, not for too long, anyway" Catherine assured her, turning down a side hall/
"If you find me, I'll give you a free piercing." Lauren promised, her voice bouncing off the walls. "That is the latest fad over in the USSR, isn't it?"
Catherine laughed. "Russia and the Soviet Union are two different things. If you actually went to class instead of sleeping with your professors, you would know that."
"No one said there was any sleeping involved." Lauren replied.
Catherine turned down another side hall. "You know, this game is getting rather old. Why don't you just show yourself and stop running like a coward?" Catherine asked. "I'm beginning to think you're French."
"You know, the Russian's aren't known for their intelligent military strategy. If I remember correctly, the Russian armies always had many more causalities." Lauren responded.
"It only seems like we had more deaths because of our far superior numbers." Catherine said, heading into a stairwell.
"Far superior?" Lauren questioned.
"That's what I said." Catherine agreed, heading up a flight.
"If that was the case, then why does the UN refuse to accept Russia into their ranks?" Lauren asked.
"Because they think we're Commies." Catherine stated matter-of-factly, walking into a large room that housed the corporate offices of the Covenant's LA branch.
"Are you?" Lauren inquired.
"Not in the slightest." Catherine replied, weaving through the cubicle maze.
"Oh? That surprises me." Lauren said.
"Give it up. Come out before I blow the whole building up." Catherine ordered, pausing at the entrance to the main hall.
"You wouldn't blow up the building. Cole would kill you." Lauren replied.
"Maybe, but that's a risk I'll have to take." Catherine told her, turning around to backtrack.
Suddenly, two shots rang out. Catherine whirled around, only to see a large metal door slam down in her face.
"Damn it!" She yelled, running over to a keypad on the wall. Punching in the code that would raise the door, Catherine was caught off guard by a foot slamming into her side.
"Gotcha" Lauren smirked, pointing a gun in her opponent's face.
"Who the hell are you working with?" Catherine asked.
"You'll never guess." Lauren replied. "The last person you ever thought would betray you."
"My brother?" Catherine guessed.