Buffy POV: CIA Headquarters LA
I hate meetings, particularly when they began with the boss screaming at you. It's not like it was my fault that the I.N. had got there first.
I spent the rest of the meeting drawing Angel wings on my notebook paper, and imagining deputy director Giles with a target on his head. I know that doesn't sound very professional of me, but the whole point of becoming a spy was to avoid the boredroom.
Finally after an hour and half, talking about exercise requirements, Giles got to me. Or rather my assignment "Agent Summers. Your Next mission is part of are ongoing effort to destroy the I.N. They have cost us too much already, and we know far too little about them. But last week, A member of the I.N., A lower level bureaucrat named Thomas, offered to reveal all that he knows about the International Nomads in exchange for immunity."
"And three million dollars" Willow whispered in my ear
"Quite" Giles said his head bobbing slightly. Then he turned away from the blushing Willow and continued, "We must extract him carefully, without alerting the I.N." Giles said stiffly
"Because if they know, they will kill him, and if he's dead, he's pretty much useless to us." I said, and then recoiled. Shocked by my own callousness.
Giles wrinkled his nose in distaste "Buffy, a little decorum please. Any ways you will meet him In Glasgow. At McCarthy's Pub, tomorrow nine pm, local standard time. From there you will sneak him out of the country. Marshall has the details and your tools. "
That's it? I had waited an hour and a half just to be told to go visit Marshall, the resident tech guy. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Dismissed" Giles said, even though half the room had already exited. Willow and I left the boardroom together, chatting.
"So I guess your going to have to cancel tomorrows, dinner and a movie date with Alexander" Willow asked me. I hadn't had the heart to tell Willow that Alex, AKA Mr. Perfect had dumped me in e-mail, this morning.
That's even more depressing then being dumped over the phone, and that had happened to me multiple times. It turns out that boyfriends, like seeing their better halves, more then once a month. The only thing harder then being a spy in my mind is being a spy with a stable love life.
I was about to answer Willows question about Alex, with a polite "I guess", when suddenly one very loud voices interrupted my thought's.
"Just because she jumped ten feet does not make her an alien. Buffy's one hundred and twenty percent human."
There was a pause, and I entered the room, Willow was right behind me. We found ourselves starring at Marshall: the owner of the voice, His opponent during this particular debate, was one MS Kelly Marshall, his wife of three months.
Marshall still continued oblivious to our presence. However his wife was not, she tapped him on the shoulder mid rant, Marshall turned, then stooped half way through a swear word infested sentence when he saw me. "Oh hi Buffy, I was.. Just unh"
"Defending my honor, Thanks Marshall. I just dropped by to get the new assignment"
Marshall sighed contentedly and began to babble on about some sort of Nano Doohickey. Kelly left the room blushing.
Liam O' Conners POV: I.N. Headquarters Dublin
"Liam" Daniel's voice echoed down the hall. Daniel was the only one who still called me by my given Name. Everyone else had stopped thinking of me as a person long ago; they just thought of me as a spy and referred to me as such: Agent Angel. Or if they were new recruits, they would call me deputy director angel.
"What?" I said turning towards the once brown haired linguist. Daniel will always look innocent to me. Even though he's been through so much; the loss of his wife, and his daughter. He never earned the hard edge that has grown to define me.
"It's Willow" Daniel said quietly as he handed me the cell phone. I pick it up tentatively. Cell phones hate me, and the feeling is mutual. They are always cutting my off, or running out of batteries
"Hello" I said loudly into the phone.
"We have a rouge agent bar" Willow sounded panicked, and when willow panicked she made even less sense then she usually did.
"Pardon?" I asked,
"Agent Thomas wants to tell the CIA, everything. He's set up a meet at nine tonight with Buffy"
"Were," I said trying to keep the fear out of my voice. The fate of my organization (my lives sole purpose), hung in the balance.
"Macarthur's"
"The pub?"
Willow didn't dignify my question with a response; she simply hung up the phone.
"Can we stop Thomas, before he gets there?"
"No" Daniel said soberly "He took the day off"
I nodded, as a grin spread over Denial's face "Remember last time you went pubbing? With the girl, and the karaoke, and –"
I covered Daniels mouth with my hand before one of the underlings could hear. Certain tales don't need to be repeated.
