Chapter 3: The Call.
Yes, I'm back again. The votes for the Bond car for Joanna were (If you don't know already.) unanimous. (That means everyone agreed with the idea.) Some light fluffyness, but it'll get better. The gadgets also come into play in the next chapter. Trust me, I won't go overbaord and they will appear as harmless devices. The car will come later, but it depends on how soon I can think of special goodies.
Joanna awoke on Joanthan's chest. The bitter aftertaste of the night's sleep was still in her mouth and she got up gently. The bed was still severely rumpled from the joys of last night. She put on an overcoat and went down to the kitchen, with the sun rays filtering in from across the ocean.
She put on a pot of coffee and waited for the drink to filter down. While she was waiting, Joanthan came down, in pyjama bottoms and a matching.
"Good morning, sweetie pie." He said as he ran his hand through his untidy comma of blonde hair. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, yes." joanna smiled, flashing the pearls that were her teeth.
All of a sudden, a distant but definite shrill beeping filled the air.
Jonathan sighed and went upstairs. He knew exactly where this would land him, but he still dug aroung in his suitcase until he found it. To the casual eye, it was a small, thick disk about the size of a hearing aid battery. But, to the professional, or the Institute eye, it was the male model of a CI communicator. A small headset as well as a computer was stored into this litlle thing which was worn inside the opening of the ear. The female model was disguised as an earring.
"I told you not to bring that." Joanna protested.
"Well, that din't stop you from bringing yours." Jonathan said as he stuffed the communicator in his ear. Sure enough, Joanna's earring/communicator was on the bedside table.
"Agents Jonathan and Joanna Dark to report back to the Institute at once." Foster's voice was unmistakable. (AN: In my version, Foster is the guy in the firing range who's always standing.)
"Foster," Joanthan said. "We're on our honeymoon for Christ's sake,"
"Those are Carrington's orders," Foster said. "Level One priority."
Joanthan began to reply, but Foster had already terminated the link.
"What is it?" Joanna asked.
"Pack your bags, Jo." Joanathan said. "We need to get back. It's a level one."
Joanna's eyes widened. Level One was the type of mission that was like her first, top priority. Her rank of Perfect Dark was a great honour. It brought her the only assignments she enjoyed: the dangerous ones.
Carrinton Institute.
1:32 P.M. July 2, 2024
Joanna and Jonathan came into the Institute lobby in the afternoon. They had dropped their stuff off at Jo's apartment and immediately went up to Carrington's office. There, in the other seats were all the other employees.
"Sit down." Carrington said. Joanna and Jonathan looked at each other. No pleasentries, nothing. This was big.
"First of all," Carrington took a sip of his coffee. "The Skedar peace talks are finished. Work is commencing on the rebuilding of theiratmosphere and they have agreed to share their knowledge and technology with the world through the Institute, dataDyne, Chesluk Industries and other technological producers."
Foster smiled. Their Mauler technology was already implemented on the K7 Avenger, but it the weapon had earned a reputaion as a very crude weapon, due the rapid ammo consumption and sheer power. It had potential, though.
"Joanna was on her feet. "You called a Level One for an update on the Skedar Peace Talks!?" She cried.
"No." Carrington said. "We were using a Maian translator to decode their language, but it had difficulty with one word which we got out as 'Todtri'. They have explained that this is another race, a very aggressive Skedar offshoot. They have given us the location of their home planet, which has aroused some concern. Two years ago, a space technology and industrial company came on the map;the Interplex corporation. They have been using radio telescopes and high rangesatelites to probe space, but they have currently been working on a particular area, which coinsides almost exactly with the coordinates of the Todtri home base and they have gone up in the technological markets as a result. What we need to know is..."
"Their connections with the Todri, if any and what the Todtri's intentions are." Joanna said. "But why would you be suspicious of Interplex, besides their 'coincidental' advancements with that block of space."
"Their company head." Carrington said. "Cassandra's older brother, Lawrence De Vries."
End Of Chapter.
Bullseye! I finished this chapter as my computer time ran out. What do the guards say in PD? "I'm just too good." Next chapter will include the gadget scene, or the Q scene as I call it. Please, review. Don't be shy now.
Yes, I'm back again. The votes for the Bond car for Joanna were (If you don't know already.) unanimous. (That means everyone agreed with the idea.) Some light fluffyness, but it'll get better. The gadgets also come into play in the next chapter. Trust me, I won't go overbaord and they will appear as harmless devices. The car will come later, but it depends on how soon I can think of special goodies.
Joanna awoke on Joanthan's chest. The bitter aftertaste of the night's sleep was still in her mouth and she got up gently. The bed was still severely rumpled from the joys of last night. She put on an overcoat and went down to the kitchen, with the sun rays filtering in from across the ocean.
She put on a pot of coffee and waited for the drink to filter down. While she was waiting, Joanthan came down, in pyjama bottoms and a matching.
"Good morning, sweetie pie." He said as he ran his hand through his untidy comma of blonde hair. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, yes." joanna smiled, flashing the pearls that were her teeth.
All of a sudden, a distant but definite shrill beeping filled the air.
Jonathan sighed and went upstairs. He knew exactly where this would land him, but he still dug aroung in his suitcase until he found it. To the casual eye, it was a small, thick disk about the size of a hearing aid battery. But, to the professional, or the Institute eye, it was the male model of a CI communicator. A small headset as well as a computer was stored into this litlle thing which was worn inside the opening of the ear. The female model was disguised as an earring.
"I told you not to bring that." Joanna protested.
"Well, that din't stop you from bringing yours." Jonathan said as he stuffed the communicator in his ear. Sure enough, Joanna's earring/communicator was on the bedside table.
"Agents Jonathan and Joanna Dark to report back to the Institute at once." Foster's voice was unmistakable. (AN: In my version, Foster is the guy in the firing range who's always standing.)
"Foster," Joanthan said. "We're on our honeymoon for Christ's sake,"
"Those are Carrington's orders," Foster said. "Level One priority."
Joanthan began to reply, but Foster had already terminated the link.
"What is it?" Joanna asked.
"Pack your bags, Jo." Joanathan said. "We need to get back. It's a level one."
Joanna's eyes widened. Level One was the type of mission that was like her first, top priority. Her rank of Perfect Dark was a great honour. It brought her the only assignments she enjoyed: the dangerous ones.
Carrinton Institute.
1:32 P.M. July 2, 2024
Joanna and Jonathan came into the Institute lobby in the afternoon. They had dropped their stuff off at Jo's apartment and immediately went up to Carrington's office. There, in the other seats were all the other employees.
"Sit down." Carrington said. Joanna and Jonathan looked at each other. No pleasentries, nothing. This was big.
"First of all," Carrington took a sip of his coffee. "The Skedar peace talks are finished. Work is commencing on the rebuilding of theiratmosphere and they have agreed to share their knowledge and technology with the world through the Institute, dataDyne, Chesluk Industries and other technological producers."
Foster smiled. Their Mauler technology was already implemented on the K7 Avenger, but it the weapon had earned a reputaion as a very crude weapon, due the rapid ammo consumption and sheer power. It had potential, though.
"Joanna was on her feet. "You called a Level One for an update on the Skedar Peace Talks!?" She cried.
"No." Carrington said. "We were using a Maian translator to decode their language, but it had difficulty with one word which we got out as 'Todtri'. They have explained that this is another race, a very aggressive Skedar offshoot. They have given us the location of their home planet, which has aroused some concern. Two years ago, a space technology and industrial company came on the map;the Interplex corporation. They have been using radio telescopes and high rangesatelites to probe space, but they have currently been working on a particular area, which coinsides almost exactly with the coordinates of the Todtri home base and they have gone up in the technological markets as a result. What we need to know is..."
"Their connections with the Todri, if any and what the Todtri's intentions are." Joanna said. "But why would you be suspicious of Interplex, besides their 'coincidental' advancements with that block of space."
"Their company head." Carrington said. "Cassandra's older brother, Lawrence De Vries."
End Of Chapter.
Bullseye! I finished this chapter as my computer time ran out. What do the guards say in PD? "I'm just too good." Next chapter will include the gadget scene, or the Q scene as I call it. Please, review. Don't be shy now.