CIA AGENT OR CROWNED PRINCE
Chapter one: the assignment
Disclaimer: I do not own the gorgeous Sands; believe me I seriously do wish I did. I do not claim to own him either please do not sue me. I am only playing with him and promise to return him to his owner Robert Rodriguez and Troublemaker studios when I've had my fun. I own the original characters. This disclaimer applies to all the up and coming chapters.
Agent Sheldon Jeffery Sands grumbled under his breath as he made his way towards his superior's office, agent Geraldine Quinton, better known as Geri.
Sands was not happy in the least, he for once wanted a break, yes very unlike him. But usually Sands was not in the position where he was recovering after recently having his eyes and his sight restored to him.
He spent the last five months going through intense therapy to help restore is eye sight once the operation to give him a new set of eyes had been completed.
Luckily for Sands the mad doctor had not completed the procedure meaning it was easier to fill in those hollow sockets with a brand new set of eyes.
Now six months later he was now able to see, being aided by glasses and contact lenses. Sands favoured the contacts over the glasses any day. But unfortunately for Sands he had been made to wait five months before he had been allowed to introduce contacts into the mix.
The CIA surgeon had insisted Sands was to give the procedure five months to settle before using contacts. And much to Sands delight he would be getting those lovely contacts that day. He could not wait.
He had returned from Mexico six months ago with no eyes of any description. The Barillo cartel had ordered a psycho excuse for a doctor, or more like a mad scientist without the scientific part but the mad part down no doubt. Ordered him to drill out his eyes with a creation of the doctors very own, a cross between a corkscrew made into a make shift drill.
Barillo after his daughter had betrayed Sands; claimed he had only seen too much, and what he did was not worth dieing over. That they were going to see it that he never saw too much again.
Sands knocked on the office door leading into his superior officer's office. He entered when a feminine voice told him to enter.
He took the seat that was offered to him and asked "so Geri what do I owe the grand pleasure of this meeting beside the lovely doctor Crane giving me those lenses I've waited five fucking months for?"
Said doctor shook her head in amusement, even after everything that had happened to him, he was still live and kicking in his usual sarcastic and psychotic way.
"Yes Sands she is here to help fit you with those contacts you are oh so desperate to get your mitts on. Also I have an assignment for you, and before you start to bitch in moan you will not be required to leave Washington D.C" Geri said knowingly.
Sands raised an eye brow at this and asked "hmm, so you're saying my supposed assignment is here on my own home turf?" Geri nodded.
She continued "you are being assigned to protect and look out for president Swan's only daughter." She handed the file with all the case details in, to him.
She continued on "the dear old president Swan has of recent, been receiving threatening mail concerning his daughter Elizabeth Nyah Swan. Someone is stalking her, which will eventually lead to this nut and fruit cake asking for a ransom off her daddy dearest, if she is some how taken hostage."
Sands asked "why the fuck doesn't daddy dearest get those fuckmooks the FBI to protect his little princess?" Geri sighed she hated it when her charge was like this.
She replied "because he does no trust said fuckmooks any more then we do. It might have something to do with the fact he was a CIA agent before he ran for president and was elected. It was a good fifteen years before your time and ten before mine."
Sands snorted "so the good old president Swan was once a member of the team, he was one of us?" Geri smirked "yes, hard to believe isn't it, that one of our own kind retired from the service and went into politics."
Sands looked through the file and raised his eye brow at the president's daughter. Even he had to admit she was very beautiful. Fiery long red wavy hair, with big pale blue eyes framed by long curled lashes, and creamy unblemished skin, she was a vision of beauty.
Her file read as Elizabeth Nyah Swan. Born April 25th 1975, age 30, single, unemployed. Sands continued to read until he was half way though before putting the file down.
He said "so I'm expected to protect this little fiery haired princess and investigate who the fuckmook is that is sending the dear old president that shitty mail threatening his daughter?
Tell me why the fuck you choose me for this case? Why not one of the other, say more sensitive and idiotic pussy agents, one of those agents who aren't tempted to fuck out her brains?
Say like one of our very own homosexual agents. Because I'm telling you Geri, no hot blooded male in their right mind would not be tempted to not fuck her, in less he was say blind or as I said an Homosexual."
He grinned leeringly "are you sure you can trust me not to fuck her brains out?" Geri and Doctor Crane sighed irritably, that was such a fucking Sands thing to say.
Geri gritted out "lets get this straight shall we Sands? You will do you job and protect the presidents daughter, and you will do it whilst keeping your over active dick in your pants in the process. Don't you fucking even dare thinking of fucking the president's daughter; it's not fucking on Sands."
She continued "now here is the part that bothers me. I said you would not have to leave D.C. well that was not entirely true.
Now before you go off on one listen to me and listen good." Sands scowled and gestured for her to continue, he had a feeling he was not going to like this, not one fucking iota.
"The American president and the Mexican president based in Culiacan" she never got to finish her sentence as Sands practically had a fit.
"Not fucking way, not fucking can do Geri. Are you sure you're not the one psychiatrists claim to have a mental problem. I've hardly been back from that crap hole of a god forsaken country six months and your asking me to return to the place I unwilling left my eyes."
Geri pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in exasperation. "You will travel with the president and his daughter to Culiacan, where the president will meet with the Mexican president and then travel on together to Spain to meet with the Spanish royal family. Elizabeth is just attending for appearances."
Sands shook his head violently "NO! No you hear me; that is even worse again. I'm not gonna do it. I won't deal with the Spanish royals and the dam Mexican president."
Doctor Crane and Geri had noticed Sands looked dreadfully ill, neither had seen the unorthodox agent show so much raw emotion before. He seemed to have a problem with the Spanish royal family, but why?
Geri switched her computer to the internet and searched for information and pictures on the recent Spanish royal family. She switched through the pages and clicked on a link. It showed pictures of the royal Spanish family over the past thirty years.
What she found stunned her to no end. She noticed the crowned prince his highness Sheldon Jeffery Arenas-Quintez. Looked freighting like her charge would have in his late teens. Arenas, it was the Spanish meaning for Sands. And Quintez is the Spanish Royal family name.
Could her charge secretly be the crowned prince of Spain? He never did mention his family. He would either become all defensive or quickly side step the subject. She wondered.
She turned her computers flat screen monitor around to face Sands. She noticed as soon as he took one look at the screen he became bright red with rage, he was seething and glaring venom coated daggers at her.
Geri commented "this must be some seriously bazaar coincidence. Surely you couldn't have been holding out on the company, in regards to your true heritage could you? I find it very hard to believe that you being you could ever be genuine royalty."
Sands spat in perfect flawless Spanish (I can't speak or write Spanish so use your imagination) "fuck you, you don't know shit about me. Who is to say that prince is me, as you said it could be a seriously bazaar coincidence?"
Geri nodded and commented thoughtfully "so if I was to go into my filing system right now and take out the copy of your file, with a picture of you now and a picture of you when you were first recruited, then you won't look exactly like that very beautiful teen royal on that computer screen?
You were what twenty maybe twenty one when you were recruited. And that picture of the crowned prince is down as eighteen. Surely a person's features could not have changed so drastically in between a three year period in which that picture was taking and you were recruited by the CIA? Let see shall we?"
Sands, he was gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles were stark white. He was breathing heavily with barely suppressed rage.
He watched from between anger narrowed eyes, eyes that had a deadly and dangerous glint to them. He was dangerously itching to take out his gun from its holster and fill her full of led.
Geri removed the two pictures out of Sands file once she had retaken her seat behind her desk. She spun around to face Sands.
She then took the two photos, one of how he currently looked with his dark hair just reaching the collar of his jacket.
And then the other was of twenty one year old Sands, taken when he had been recruited into the academy at Langley. (Think of the look Johnny had in 21 Jump Street)
She took both photos and placed them on the screen one on each side so the picture of the teen prince was in the middle. Sands snarled at the sight the three photos side by side made. It was so obvious, obvious that all were of the same person, in different stages in his life.
The one in the middle was of an eighteen year old prince. The one on the left was of a twenty year old prince, who trying to escape his royal duties at the age of eighteen by going off to collage in Washington D.C America, and then three years later being recruited by the CIA.
And the final picture on the right was of how said prince or rather the cold and deadly CIA agent looked at that moment at the age of thirty eight. The features the hair the eyes the skin the whole out look was identical. It was without a doubt the same person.
Geri gasped "my god, Sands I swear I was just pulling your chain, I never expected to honestly find this. You're really the crowned prince of Spain aren't you?"
Sands replied his tone of voice, enough to chill even Jack Frost. "Fine I guess my past and my shit finally caught up with me after spending the last eighteen years hiding it. Hiding very well until you gave me this fucking nightmare of an assignment.
Yes I am the crowned prince of Spain, I admit it. I came to America Washington D.C when I was eighteen. I did not want to become king, all that royal shit gets up my ass and not in a good way either.
I escaped and was granted permission from my mother and father to attend collage here in D.C., but only on one condition."
He sighed and continued "but only on one condition" he repeated before continuing. "My parents promise to leave me alone as long as I kept in touch with my younger sister Isabella Lillian Arenas-Quintez princess of Spain.
On the day that she sent me a letter telling me my mother could no longer continue to rule the country with my father the prince consort turned king, then I would have to give up whatever profession I decided on. And return to take over the throne and become king.
I have been dreading that day for almost twenty years. I know it will have to happen one day, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."
Geri and Doctor Crane were stunned. Geri turned the computer screen back around and looked for a picture under the name of Sands younger sister Isabella. She found it after a moment or two. She smiled slightly. The young princess was a spitting image of her big brother.
She turned the screen once more to face Sands. Sands looked at the screen and saw his baby sister for the first time in fifteen years. She had grown to be incredibly beautiful.
The two agents watched as Sands face softened and the hardness and coldness melted from his dark eyes. A small smile was playing across his lips, not a smirk or a leer but a genuine smile, no matter how small.
Geri cleared her throat and said "ok now back down the original reason I call you in here." She sighed and continued "tomorrow morning you will meet up with the president's daughter at the white house. Your assignment will then officially begin."
She then gestured to Doctor Crane, who nodded and turned to Sands "alright agents Sands if you would please remove your glasses and try to relax your eyes, try not to squint."
She then put on a pair of latex gloves, seeing as she was about to handle the contact lenses she was about to put into his eyes, eyes that could not afford to contract any kind of viruses for at least another year or so.
She picked up one of the lenses out of a clear liquid and told Sands to tilt his head back slightly and look up at the ceiling.
She then carefully and gently positioned the contact onto his eye and moved it around slightly until it was positioned correctly. She then took the other contact and repeated the same process with his right eye.
Once that was done she stood back and removed her gloves. He blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the lenses. After a few moments everything settled down and his vision was back to normal.
Doctor Crane commented "you need to keep those glasses. It is impossible for you to wear those contacts constantly. I highly recommend that at the end of each day or when they start to irritate the pupil that you remove them and replace them with your glasses, it can be very painful other wise."