Chapter Five
A/N: ok you guys here is Chapter five… hope you like it! Still waiting for those reviews.
MartinaCruz: Thanks! I really was beginning to think that TRAINED was much better:S Thanks again for the review… hope you like this chapter
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"Couldn't sleep?" Marshall said to Tracy as soon as she came in the door.
Tracy looked at him, he said it with concerned eyes. She couldn't blame him. Her hair was messed up, her eyes bloodshot, not to mention the bags under them.
"Nope, not a wink. Those kids party all night! Don't they have tests or something! I hate to say this but I liked it at Jack's better!"
Tracy handed Marshall a cup of coffee and gobbled hers down in what should be a record time.
"Yah sometimes the cover story is a bigger pain than the missions." Marshall took a sip of his coffee.
"I just cant wait to be field rated. Maybe then the girl next door would get off my case about not having a boyfriend. I would tell her I was sleeping over at his house."
Tracy has been waiting to be let back on the field for three weeks now. Everything check out fine with her, her psych and physical exams went with such she thought she'd be back on the field effective immediately. Some how she knew that Jack had something with keeping her at a desk.
"Well we haven't been getting any action around here, even Sydney is growing restless. She hasn't been on a single mission since she was back either."
Marshall was right… there was absolutely nothing going on.
"But I have some good.. um.. well… news…not really good.. considering its kinda like a threat and… well. Its something" Marshall said to Tracy who instantly looked up.
Marshall swerved around with his chair and faced on the many computers he had, but this one he used to deciphering encrypted communications.
"Sergey's brother, not the dead one, the other one... he's been sending communications to his shady associates. I'm just about to find out what he is up to."
Marshall just went on typing, and Tracy held her breath. This could be extremely fortunate or extremely bad.
"Just…. about…. Done! Here we go! Just give it a couple of seconds and…"
the weird characters began to turn into Russian writing, sentence by sentence, it all become clear to Tracy.
"Holly G-d!" she said more shocked than afraid.
"What? What is it? Wait let me load my translation program…" Marshall began to scramble for a CD.
"No need… I know what he wants. Could you print this out?" Tracy asked.
Marshall nodded and pressed a few keys. As soon as that paper was free from the printer Tracy was on her way to Jack's office.
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"Jack we need to talk!" Tracy burst through the Jack's office.
"What is it Tracy?" He looked up from yet another report he was reading.
"Marshall just got this…. Sergey's brother… he's up to something." Tracy was out of breath and held up a piece of paper.
"I thought his brother is dead"
"Boris.. Boris Vladimir, their youngest brother is dead. He was supposed to be my father. But there's another one, a shady character, Philip… his name is Philip Vladimir. I barely heard of him when I was undercover, this guy was never around." Tracy just collapsed in her seat.
"Are you sure of this? Why haven't we been told about this?" Jack was dead serious now, work mode, full on.
"With out his brothers… he was nothing but… their own personal bank. He paid off the people that needed to be paid off, he gave money for guns, explosives, the works."
"So the CIA didn't view him as a threat?" Jack questioned.
"With both of his brothers terminated, he's nothing but a rich guy. He never had the connections. Its like he doesn't exist. I'm betting this guy has a ton of money and nothing to do with, now that his brothers don't run their 'operations'" Tracy thought out loud. She passed the paper over to Jack.
"He's looking for me, Jack. Probably so I can find something to do with his money." Tracy continued.
"Or he's looking to kill you!" Jack said forcefully. "You can never know what this guy knows."
"Jack, it's a risk I have to take…" Tracy protested.
"To what ends Tracy! You have nothing to gain!" Jack shot back.
"If this guy doesn't find me, he'll find someone else to take care of business." Tracy answered smoothly.
"This isn't about 'business' and we both know it Tracy." Jack looked at her with a cold stare.
"Then I am forced to take this to Sloane. I wanted you to be the one to take this to him… but you leave me no choice. I will not let you hold me down." Tracy grabbed the paper from Jack's desk and walked out.
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"You haven't missed much Dixon…. And I trust having sometime with your children." Sloan was at his, Dixon sitting across from here.
"I have enjoyed my time off. Now if there's nothing else…" Dixon said uneasily, he still didn't like working for Sloan again, but if it meant it kept the man from hurting people… so be it.
"Mr. Sloan, I need to speak to you." Tracy burst into Sloan's office, and his disapproving look greeted her. "I apologize Mr. Sloan… I didn't realize you were busy."
"It's alright." Dixon voice, was kind to the new agent. He wondered who she was. "We're done here."
"Dixon wait a minute. I'm not sure you have met our newest addition." Sloan said coolly. "Tracy come back here." He said to Tracy already half way out the door.
Tracy silently walked back in and stood near the door, the paper still hanging limply in her hand.
"Dixon, this Tracy Maxwell, she's the agent that helped us out in France."
Dixon looked a little surprised, but soon collected himself.
"Nice to meet you." He offered his hand and Tracy shook it.
"Tracy, this is Marcus Dixon… one of the best operatives I have known." Continued Sloan.
"Of course, Mr. Dixon was Director in the CIA. It's a pleasure, sir." Tracy managed to sound a little awed. She had always heard about the division Dixon ran… the best of the best.
"The pleasure is all mine, now if you excuse me, I have some work to catch up with." He said with a warm smile directed at Tracy. Soon he was out of the office and Tracy was left alone with Sloan.
"Now Ms Maxwell, what is so urgent?" Sloan's voice was icy.
"Marshall intercepted a communication recently made by Boris Vladimir." She passed him the paper in her hand.
"Boris Vladimir? Sergey's older brother? This should prove interesting" Sloan slipped on his reading glasses and skimmed through the paper.
Tracy stood quietly as Sloan continued to read, his expression unchanged.
"I was right this is interesting. Do you think your cover has been blown? Does he know that you're, were, CIA?" Sloan asked looking Tracy in the eyes.
His eyes were penetrating, and with the glasses, he just looked more intimidating, more intense. Tracy, found it hard to locate her voice.
"No.. No, sir. I don't believe he does." She tried to sound unfazed by his intimidation.
"You don't 'believe' Ms. Maxwell? I'm going to need something more… reassuring than that." Sloan said coolly.
"I'm sure, sir. Sergey didn't even know who I worked for until minutes before his death. None of his guard survived either. There was no one to tell the tale, so to speak." Tracy said with precision.
"Very well Ms. Maxwell," Sloan said, now with a little smile on his face. "Do you think you're ready to go back to the field?"
"I don't think so, sir." Tracy shot back. "I know so."
"Give me sometime with this intel. And tell Marshall to look for anything useful. I'll tell you when the mission plan is ready. You can go." Sloan dismissed Tracy with out another glance.
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"It's good to see you up and about, Sydney." Dixon broke from the hug he and Sydney were sharing.
"Believe me, Dixon… its real good to be up an about again. I don't like being homebound." Sydney said with a big smile. "By the way thank you for the flowers, balloons, and cards! There were great."
"The kids really wanted to send you… everything!" Dixon smiled back. "They really like you Syd."
"Hey! Its Dixon!" It was Weiss now. "What's up man? how was Jamaica?"
"It was really nice, I enjoyed it. The kids loved it too."
"I was thinking of going there… in a none mission kinda way. What do you think Nadia?" Weiss put his arm around Nadia, who had just joined them
Nadia rolled her eyes and ignored Weiss question.
"Hello, Dixon, its good to see you again." She said with a wide toothy smile.
"It's good to see all of you." He smiled back.
Nadia and Weiss excused themselves and went back to work. Which left Sydney and Dixon alone.
"So I met Tracy Maxwell. She seems nice." He said nodding to himself.
"Tracy is a sweetheart. Poor thing has to be someone else on the outside, the CIA declared her dead when they heard the mission went south." Sydney felt bad about Tracy's cover.
She always thought that it was bad having to hide what you did for a living from your friends. Tracy couldn't even tell her friends her real name.
"Well no one said the job is going to be easy." Dixon shrugged.
"But no one said it's going to be like this either." Sydney said in a sad little voice.
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"Tracy!" Jack called Tracy across the hall.
Tracy stopped in her tracks and waited for him to approach her.
"What is it Jack?" her voice was icy.
"Tracy, you don't want to do this." Jack said simply.
"I do, Jack. I want to finish what I started." Tracy glared at him.
"Tracy, you cant do this. It'll break you. You cant go back, we both know what's going to happen." Jack came close to pleading as he could, but it sounded like he was ordering Tracy around.
"It's my job, Jack." She said simply, then turned to walk away.
"Revenge isn't." he said shortly.
Tracy turned around and looked Jack in the eyes, giving him a cold look.
"This isn't about revenge."
"We both know that this is about Chris Richards, Tracy. So come off it!" Jack watched Tracy's eyes turn from cold to shocked to hurt.
"How dare you? How can you accuse me…" She said bitterly.
"You don't think I don't know what's like to watch one of my friends die? It comes with the job!" Jack cut her off.
"He died to keep my cover intact, it was my fault! And when it comes to the job… I didn't have much choice did I?" She looked at him coldly, and walked away.
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"Sloan we need to talk." Jack showed up at Sloan's office right after his little argument with Tracy.
"Of course." Sloan sat calmly.
"I don't want you to send Maxwell out on the field, not on the mission she came to you with." Jack was short and to the point.
"Is there a specific reason you don't want her on point this mission?" Sloan gave Jack a curious look.
"There are personal conflicts that would potentially hinder Maxwell from performing her job." Jack said shortly. Sloan wasn't impressed.
"I need to know what these conflicts are to make a decision, Jack. What variables are we looking at."
"Sergey killed Maxwell's handler and mentor, Chris Richards. I think that her attempts of retaliation would blind her from the main objectives." Jack said smoothly.
"They will not in this particular mission. Langley wants Vladimir 'disposed' of." Sloan said it with such calm and ease Jack wanted the punch him. This guy was talking about Tracy killing someone.
"Langley wants us to make a hit?"
"Yes, that is what they told me. They also told me that they want it to be clean and quiet. Not something too flashy like a rigged car or a sniper in a market place. They want someone to go into his home, eliminate him quietly and walk out. We're black ops, Jack, we do the dirty work." Sloan sipped some of the water he had in a cup in front of him.
"And what makes you think Maxwell will accept the mission?" Jack asked defiantly.
"I'm not assuming anything, but I believe she will do it. After all, what could have hindered her from doing her job may her finish it." Sloan gave Jack a devilish smile. Jack just got up and headed towards the door.
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