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Authors note: Thanks again to phi4858
Prague, Czech Republic.
"So how long do we wait for this guy?" Sark asked impatiently.
"As long as it takes, Christ you must have done this before" She snapped, She had failed to get more than two hours sleep again last night and his endless grumbling was getting to her.
"My associates always knew better than to make me wait around in dingy warehouse buildings," He returned equally tersely.
"Well aren't you scary?" She mocked sarcastically." Would you just shut the hell up?" She added her attention grabbed by a sound from behind the door opposite. She was sat with her back in one corner allowing her maximum possible view of her surroundings, Even if you knew who you were meeting it paid to be cautious.
Phillip Cassidy (her contact, although she knew it was one of many aliases) Stepped through the door. Eyes instantly scanning the dark room assessing his surroundings. Seemingly happy he was not being led into a trap he strode forwards confidently.
"Talking to your self is the first sign of madness," He said one eyebrow raised in her direction.
Of course Sark was no longer there. She felt herself blush at Phillips scrutiny.
"I need information" She was straight to business. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Of course" he lent lazily against the wall. "Is it for your own personal use or for the CIA?" He asked seemingly without interest. She had not been in contact with him since she had been undercover within the covenant. it was simply his way of letting her know he knew all about her affiliations. It didn't matter to him either way he was completely freelance, no interest to protect except his own skin and bank balance. She had no illusions of his loyalty to her either; he was equally as likely to sell information on her as to her.
"Actually I'm not CIA anymore but does it matter?" she already knew it didn't but it was simply espionage etiquette.
"Of course not" He grinned broadly." What is it you need?"
"I want to know who killed Jack Bristow, the guy that pulled the trigger and whoever hired them" She stared hard into his steely gaze.
"Ahh, personal, I'll get back to you in 36 hours with whatever I have" he considered something briefly. "How solid do you need it?" He meant what sort of proof did she need.
"As solid as possible" She couldn't afford to make any mistakes with this. There would be no taking this back if she went through with it.
"It might be expensive" he smiled wanly. He meant was she good for it. She took a small key out from her pocket.
"There is 50,000 dollars in that locker at Hlavni Nadrazi, that should help with expenses, you'll get whatever else you need when I get what I want" He seemed more than satisfied with her response and left without another word.