A/N: wow! i'm surprised so many people are into this story. it's not much, just a challenge for myself to write some action. LOL i'm doing quite a bit of research for this type of thing. it's pretty fun.
thank you to: psychotic honeybadger of death, cerulean cascades, outside the crayon box, glittering moonlight, city of glory, miyame-chan, emmy, amazingxlivexlovexlaughx3, and bullchizz155.
your reviews are really encouraging. tell me how the fighting pans out?
WARNING: i repeat, lots of swearing. also, violence, of course.
all of team BPS-6 are ruthless killers. even massie. i repeat, they are a black ops branch that specializes in taking people out. so none of them are good guys. and someone on massie's team framed her. i think it's pretty obvious to guess who. it's not much of a mystery. just a fun short story.
Chapter Three
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"Fucking hell, Harrington!" He cried, slamming his hand against the metal table. The sound echoed in the small conference room. He was so angry, he didn't even feel it. "You fucking had her!"
Derrick shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly, bringing Josh's nerves to breaking point.
"And you let her go! What the fuck!?" He snapped, flinging the files littering the surface of their table away. Papers flew to the air. It was like no one understood how serious Agent Massie Block on the loose was. How Command was on all their asses to bring her down. How she would jeopardize everything if they didn't kill her soon.
"I didn't let her go," Derrick bit out roughly, finally rising to his bait. "I told you. She got the better of me."
He tilted his head to the side and flashed the swollen bruise on the side of face, clearly visible even in the low lighting, and Josh scowled.
"You trained with her for a year. You went on missions together. You worked together! You know her fighting style. You were fucking sleeping with her, for Christ's sakes! …And now you're telling me she got the upper hand on you?!"
Just thinking about it made Josh want to smash Derrick's head against the metal table top, repeatedly.
Derrick wasn't the least bit offended. "She's good, all right?" He sneered. "Plus you're forgetting that all that means she knows my style as well."
"She's not that good," He shook his head, straightening up. He narrowed his eyes at Derrick.
Derrick didn't say anything, he wouldn't give himself away.
A bitter laugh rang out abruptly and they both turned to Claire, who was the only other person in the room. Her safe house checked out clean. Alicia and Kemp were still stationed at theirs, waiting for Massie.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Claire tilted her head and gave a menacing smile.
"What is?" Derrick didn't look worried. He raised an eyebrow at Claire.
"You're in love with her."
Derrick scoffed, his eyes staying hard. "That's ridiculous. Agent Block and I ended years ago. And whatever was between us …was never love."
He said the word mockingly, but Josh wasn't sure if he believed him. Claire would know. She worked with Massie most often.
"Then you shouldn't have had any problems taking her out then, huh?" Claire snapped.
Josh cut in before Derrick could respond. He couldn't deal with Claire and Derrick on his own. His migraine was coming back. He turned to Derrick, "Agent Block murdered the president of the United States. She's wanted. Your cover-job at the Pentagon and the CIA both has hits on her. We have a hit on her. You need to get the job done, Harrington."
"If I get my hands on her again, I will," Derrick replied levelly.
Josh breathed evenly, watching him. "Dismissed," he bit out.
Derrick wasted no time leaving the conference room. Josh turned to Claire the moment the door slammed shut.
"She got to him," Claire snarled. "He's been compromised."
Josh nodded. "We can't afford to take out another member. Derrick holds a lot of clout."
But then again, so did Massie. Claire stared at him, her blue eyes unreadable.
He sighed and tilted his chin. "Tail him."
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Massie approached her favorite safe house quietly and carefully. There was only one other person who knew of this place… granted, that was only if Agent Alicia Rivera was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and hadn't told anyone else.
She dreaded the thought of anyone else on her team finding her. Kemp would rip her apart, break her in half, splatter her brain matter on the wall, before she could open her mouth the moment he saw her. Josh would take his sweet time, savoring the all the screams he could draw out of her. He had always wanted to crack her. And Claire… Massie closed her eyes tightly.
Claire had been Massie's secret weapon, the one she kept close to her on hand at the Capitol. The terror and pain she could unleash scared even Massie, and she had been the one who trained her.
No… if Claire got her hands on her, Massie wouldn't be walking away from that fight.
Her only hope was Alicia. Derrick was an asset, an ally, yes, but he had been in love her. His run-in with her would be questioned. He might even be taken off the mission. No… she needed Alicia. Alicia, she was closest to of the whole group. Alicia would be willing to hear her out, would be willing to look beyond orders.
If she wasn't going to pay her back for what happened in Austria, of course. Alicia had always held a mean grudge.
Massie searched the perimeter, rounding the house before making her way in. The area had definitely been breached. Alicia was inside, waiting for her. Well, at least she hoped it was Alicia. There was no way of knowing until she risked it.
She made her way carefully into the house, slipping through a window of the first floor bedroom and landing into a crouch silently. The house was pitch-dark, but Massie would have to make do. Carefully rising to her feet, Massie removed her gun from her holster and made her way out of the room slowly.
No sign of anyone on the first floor. So… garage or second floor?
Massie wanted to laugh because Alicia was definitely paying her back for Austria.
The moment Massie kicked open the garage door, a flurry of knives whizzed through the air. Massie tilted her body out of the way with a laugh. The thuds of them embedding into the wall behind her barely stopped before Massie cart wheeled into the room, avoiding another wave.
Massie stopped in a crouch, a slow smile forming on her face at the sight of Alicia Rivera, dressed in all black, standing in her safe house garage.
"Hello, Massie," Alicia smiled sweetly.
"Leesh," Massie replied pleasantly.
"You're getting rusty," Alicia fingered the handle of a knife on her holster. "I almost got you and we've barely even started."
"If I was 'getting rusty', I'd be bleeding on the floor right now, wouldn't I?"
Alicia laughed and then she was on the move. Massie met her straight on, but Alicia caught hold of her wrist and twisted, forcing her hand lax. She dropped her gun with a clatter. But it was alright, she certainly didn't want to kill Alicia.
Massie spun her body around quickly and broke free of Alicia's hold. Alicia's knife struck forward, but Massie tilted her head and she missed. Massie caught her extended wrist with a tight grip and pulled her forward. Using Alicia's own momentum against her, Massie popped her hip and flipped her, throwing Alicia behind her with a grunt. She crashed into Massie's parked car, destroying the windshield with a crack, glass raining down on her.
Alicia was completely undeterred, on her feet with a roll in seconds.
Massie darted to the tool table on the side of the garage for a weapon, but Alicia's knife whizzed right at her. Massie was forced to turn at the last second to avoid slicing her face off. Massie was only just orienting herself when Alicia flew at her, her leg extended in a vicious kick.
She turned her body again, but Alicia's kick still caught her on the shoulder, shoving her brutally against the wooden cabinets along the wall. Massie barely grunted, adrenaline pumping in her veins.
Massie spun along the wall. Alicia's fist flew out towards her face and Massie flung open the cabinet door. Alicia cried out in pain, her punch meeting wood, hard. Massie reached into Alicia's holster and grabbed a knife.
Massie swung and slashed, but Alicia dodged deftly. She wasn't expecting Massie's kick though; she flew backwards against the cabinets. The moment she landed, Alicia spun out the way of Massie's knife. The blade embedded in the wood right where her head had been a second ago.
"Good to know some things haven't changed. Your aim still sucks," Alicia laughed, grabbing the knife and pulling it free.
Massie wanted to roll her eyes and tell her that no one on their team ever bothered practicing with knives anymore when it was Alicia's forte, but Alicia was flying at her again.
Alicia slashed and caught Massie on the arm. She hissed in pain. The wound bled instantly. Alicia struck again, but Massie grabbed her wrist, spun, and thrust her forearm into in Alicia's elbow. The knife dropped with clatter, sliding on the greasy floor.
Massie threw a punch, but Alicia blocked. Alicia kicked out, but Massie backed away just in time. She hit her tool table. Snatching a wrench off it, Massie swung it at Alicia with a grunt.
Alicia reeled back, almost falling, but managed to turn it into a back flip at the last moment, picking up her knife on the way. Massie flung her weapon, but couldn't see if it hit. She was ducking from her teammate's flying knife again.
"We can do this all day," Alicia sang.
"I got nothing but time," Massie chimed back with a tinkling laugh.
Her wound was stinging, but Massie paid it no heed. She was sure Alicia was out of knives now and couldn't allow her to reclaim them. She ran at her, knowing hand-to-hand combat had never been her strong point. Alicia was quick with a blade and a great throw, but she had a weak punch. Massie was stronger and she could take a hit.
They were a blur of movement, punching and hitting, dodging and blocking.
Massie slammed her fist into Alicia right on the face. She cried out and Massie knew she had the upper hand. In a double punch and kick combo, she sent Alicia slamming into the opposite wall. She slid down to the floor, gasping and holding her side.
"Glad to know you haven't changed either, Leesh. You never could take a hit." Massie repaid her jab with a smirk.
Alicia snarled and pushed herself off the floor. Massie raised a brow, brushing her hair over her shoulder. Alicia snatched a hammer off the tool table and sent it flying in her direction. It was easily dodged.
Amongst all the adrenaline, Massie had forgotten she was fighting a teammate.
She was pivoting for her signature roundhouse kick when Alicia ducked. Dropping to the floor and swinging her own leg out, Alicia swiped at Massie's unbalanced leg. She landed to the ground with a slam. Massie huffed, rolling away from Alicia's aimed kick at her ribs. Alicia was all about payback, but Massie liked her ribs unbroken, thank you very much.
Massie jumped to her feet and Alicia grinned at her, her lip still bleeding from Massie's punch. They both panted, breathing hard and taking each other in and the damage they caused to each other.
"At this rate, I would think you're trying to kill me, Leesh," she joked.
Alicia froze for a fraction of a second. She seemed to only just realize that Massie hadn't thrown any killing blows at her the whole time, only evading. Granted, she hadn't really been trying all that hard to kill Massie either.
Alicia's face closed off. They were done playing.
"Isn't that your thing now?" She asked dryly, with a raised brow. "Murdering our own president now, Mass? It's like I never knew you at all."
Massie smiled slowly.
Alicia still didn't move. She watched her with dark eyes, eyeing her carefully. "It was mighty sloppy too," she said slowly, tapping a painted fingernail against her bleeding lip. "Using your own gun… your own special bullets? It's like you were begging to be caught."
Massie straightened up, her heart rate slowing down and her body relaxing fractionally. She smirked at Alicia, sizing her up too.
"Why, Mass," Alicia laughed sweetly. "You didn't even dust off your prints. Rooky mistake."
"I don't know what I was thinking," Massie shook her head with exaggeration. She ripped her shirt and started to bind her bleeding arm to stanch the flow. "I must not have been in the right frame of mind or something."
Alicia sucked in a deep breath and released it. She looked torn, like Derrick did.
It was hard to know what to believe.
Even if Massie hadn't murdered the president, her orders were still to take her out. Massie was compromised. She was the most hated person in the United States. She couldn't go back to her cover-job and rejoin society. And most of all, she knew too much about BPS-6.
She knew too much about the whole team.
Massie knew the government, the CIA, the Pentagon, the public, everyone wanted her dead. She was a risk they could never afford to keep alive.
Massie knew Alicia was warring with herself inside. She prayed with all her heart her old friend believed her. She had no idea what Josh could have said to her.
"Or something…" Alicia repeated slowly. "It is suspicious." She shifted on her feet, edging towards her knives. Massie kept her in her field of vision in case she changed her mind. "The question though… is why?"
Massie felt her body almost soaring with relief. Alicia might not fully believe her, but she was skeptical and that was all Massie wanted, all she needed. Just time to clear her name and discover what really happened, why someone on her team would kill the president and frame her for it.
Massie shrugged a shoulder. "Why would anyone want to murder the president?"
Alicia nodded absentmindedly. She pulled a knife out of the wall and Massie watched her carefully, but she only sheathed it. Massie bit down on her smile.
"Josh changed all the pass codes," Alicia told her. She didn't allow Massie at her back, still keeping her in her throwing range as she re-sheathed all her weapons. "You'll have a hard time getting into base. Unless someone from inside allows you access..."
"I figured," Massie nodded. She turned around and eyed her garage. She turned back to Alicia with a smile. "You know, even though you knew for a fact what happened in Austria was an accident, I was still expecting payback."
Alicia giggled sweetly. "Oh, I rigged it all up and everything." She tilted her chin at Massie's floor in the back where she had poured a trail of gasoline. "I just couldn't bring myself to light it up. Even I'm not that much of a bitch."
Massie laughed at the implication that she was one. "It was an accident, Leesh, the spoils of war. You bought another one."
Alicia shook her head at her, biting her lip to contain her smile. It had finally stopped bleeding.
"I'll report that you're not here," Alicia told her seriously now. "But, you're running out of time, babe."
"I know," Massie said quietly.
"I'll give you five days," Alicia told her, retying her hair in a ponytail. She straightened up and looked at Massie for confirmation.
Massie nodded, opening her garage door with her pass code. Alicia gave her one last look and Massie stared back at her old friend, wondering if this would be the last time she would ever see her again.
"Thanks, Leesh," Massie called quietly. She meant it with all her heart.
It was their goodbye.
"Good luck," she called out. Alicia turned and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Massie watched her go, knowing that thanks to her, she finally had a real chance at clearing her name.
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A/N: thanks for readdddinnnngggg. next chapter should be out soon!
fun spy-related (not really) question: have any of you guys ever fired a gun before? ;3