Okay here's the latest. Thanks so much lipamo and Bookworm, also EpicStelena! I'm so glad you've stuck with/are enjoying my story this far! :D
This update is a tad shorter but says a lot. Hope it reads clearly. More to come soon! :)
"If you could have a seat right here, sir. The patient you asked to see will be brought in shortly."
"Thank you."
Calmly removing his pocket square from his jacket pocket, wiping down the metal chair before sitting in it, Dar Adal motioned for the younger male guard to approach him.
"Yes sir?"
"Can we do something about them?", he asked, nodding to a couple two tables over.
"Sir, they've been waiting for quite some time to visit with each other, I-"
"Young man, when your superior asked you to escort me here did she happen to tell you the reason for my visit?"
"No sir, she didn't."
"I'm meeting with a patient here on behalf of one of my associates at Langley. The headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency?", Dar supplied, getting a nervous look from the man.
"When we're asked to take meetings outside of our facility we prefer they be in a private setting. You understand, yes?"
"Of course, sir. I...I'll see what I can do."
"And see if you can get us some coffees? Black, and from a fresh pot preferably."
"Yes sir."
While the man escorted the couple two tables over out of the lounge, ran to fetch the coffee, Dar shifted uncomfortably in the chair, checked his watch before looking over and smiling at the thirty something frizzy haired redhead being escorted in.
"I can take it from here, my dear. Thank you.", he said, nodding to the nurse standing near her to leave.
"Nicolette, lovely to see you."
"Dar Adal.", the younger, snappy woman snorted, pushing her unruly orange curls behind her ears. When the man returned with the coffees she shrugged, took a sip of her's.
"Thanks."
"I needed you alert.", he said, sipping his before grimacing, setting it down.
"So what the fuck do you want?", she asked, her voice husky from what Dar assumed was a cigarette addiction.
"You don't sound too thrilled at being out of your confines."
"Well you don't look too thrilled at being out of yours, grandpa.", she snorted, getting an arched brow in return.
"New and improved Langley must be treating all you black op boys right. Corner offices, weapon upgrades."
"After the 12/12 disaster we regained quite a bit of our former respect, yes."
"Enough respect to get me out of this shithole? Or am I still Langley's goddamn errand girl?"
"My dear, we discussed this. Stabbing the prison guard and assaulting that small town sheriff just north of Hicksville cost you your original deal with us. They weren't on your list of targets. You let personal animosity get in the way."
"That sheriff was as corrupt as they fucking come. He let fucking rapists walk! And that guard? He harassed me every goddamn day before trying to attack me. You really expected me not to defend myself!"
"We expected you to follow orders, Nicki.", Dar said gravely as she looked down, away from him.
"Five of the fuckers you assigned I took care of before anyone could suspect a thing. That's more than your precious Peter Quinn did his first time in the field.", Nicki said bitterly.
"Quinn has proven to be my most valuable asset. He's my go to operative. Everything you would've been and then some if you hadn't gotten cocky and had a career ending slip-up!", Dar scolded as she bowed her head in shame.
"You should consider yourself lucky we arranged for your transfer here instead of down the hill at that prison to a goddamn solitary unit."
"Well I'm making popsicle stick mansions and goddamn macaroni art when pills aren't getting shoved down my throat. Solitary doesn't look quite so fucking bad.", Nicki scoffed.
"Well what about re-releasing you to the private sector? Would that be so fucking bad?", Adal mocked as Nicki nearly choked on her coffee.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"When have I ever been one to kid around?", he asked, getting a shrug.
"What's the catch? The gimmick?"
"One more operation. A fellow patient of yours here. He needs to be eliminated. As soon as possible."
"What's his threat level?"
"High. It's not professional so much as personal. A favor for a friend."
"You telling me you got friends now, grandpa?", Nicki smirked as he rolled his eyes, smiled in semi-amusement.
"What's the douchebag's story? I'm gonna assume he's a douchebag."
"Of the highest caliber.", Dar groaned.
"Is he an extremist zealot? Holy book-thumper?"
"More domestic than that.", he sighed.
"Abusive? Women or kids?", Nicki asked, eyes narrowed.
"The latter. According to my sources."
"Emotional, physical? Don't tell me fucking Law & Order SVU shit."
"I'm inclined to believe all three."
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"He's about to be issued a day pass. And could know the whereabouts of one, possibly two children. They're being properly supervised but this son of a bitch is tricky. We don't want to take any chances."
"Makes sense. I don't even know the prick and I want him to suffer.", Nicki said menacingly.
"You take care of this situation to my satisfaction and I'll ensure your release."
"Thanks, grandpa.", she smiled softly.
"This is your last chance, Nicki. Don't make me regret offering it.", Dar said sternly, getting a nod.
"I won't. I swear, I won't. Now, let me see this fucker's file."
Sliding a folder across the table to her that contained a biography, background check, criminal record and operational/mission strategy, the older man smiled approvingly as Nicki thumbed through it, read every document word for word.
...
"I told you I just fucking want to see if he left it behind! He told me he'd bring the folder so it must be on the goddamn table! I'll just be a second!", Carrie snapped as the nurse took hold of her arm.
"I'm sorry ma'am but visiting hours are over. You don't have access to the lounge until your next visiting day, I'm sorry!", he said firmly.
"Can I at least look through the fucking window then!"
"Fine. Go ahead.", he spat, as Carrie jammed her hands in her sweatshirt pocket to conceal her flipping him off.
Looking through the window, seeing a folder she was set to run in, try and grab it only to see it had a familiar insignia on the front of it.
"What the..."
Eyes darting up to look at the two people at the table, she recognized the woman as the one across the hall and the man as...
"Holy fuck..."
"Miss Mathison, please. Let's go back to your room."
"But I...what the fuck..."
Still spellbound as the guard dragged her back to her room, Carrie was on edge and shaking by the time they reached it. Perching on her bed she tried to wrap her mind around why Dar Adal would be here, perusing a CIA folder with a hardened criminal. The only explanations she could come up with were unsavory at best.
"Knock knock...hey hall mate.", Dominic greeted as Carrie jumped a mile.
"Jesus! Fucking announce yourself next time."
"Knocking doesn't cut it with you?"
"No, it doesn't.", she snapped.
"I wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to help me create a leaning tower of popsicle sticks."
"You're joking."
"Well, not really. But hey, maybe this will be enough incentive to get you to accompany me."
Reaching into his back pocket he handed her the folder of drawings.
"What the...where did you...?"
"It seems your visitor got to talking with my visitor, Carrie. He couldn't get that to you so he asked her to give them to me, to then give to you."
"Oh my God...", Carrie smiled, tearing up as she flipped through the folder, laughed at some of the sketches.
"Thank you so much, uh-"
"Dominic."
"Thanks. Sorry, I thought I knew that."
"And here I was thinking I was memorable.", he smirked as she shut the folder but wrapped her arms around it like a kid with a plush toy.
"I needed to have these. You have no idea.", she said gratefully.
"Oh I think I do.", Dominic grinned before Carrie's suddenly faded. Following her eyes, he turned to look over his shoulder, saw a redhead across the hall giving him the snake-eye.
"Hey! What the fuck is your problem, bitc-"
"Hey...hey, don't. It's fine. Just leave her alone, alright?"
Jumping off the bed Carrie took Dominic by the arm, walked him out of then closed the door behind her.
"C'mon, let's work on that fucking tower.", she said, quickly guiding him down the hall. Away from Nicki who was watching coldly from a distance, shaking her head before cutting over to her room, assignment folder in hand.