Hello Everyone, I have a little bit of insight for you: I watched the movie Salt (with Angelina Jolie) and it made me make some decisions about my story, for example, I really don't want anything to be bull-shitting-ly unrealistic, like being able to jump off a bridge onto a truck landing on your fucking spine without breaking it. (LOL.)
And I hate cliché action type of stuff… I don't know if I'll be able to get around them, but I will do my best… I certainly want this to be more original… So if anything is cliché let me know!
OH. Another point, I don't know shit about guns and whatnot, so excuse me if I mistake any technicalities. (We can't all be as smart as esdiferente and her knowledge of that action-y stuff.)
Without further telling you all the lame things I can't do, I'll just get on with the fucking story….
Sound good? :) Wonderful. That concludes this message. (Beep.)
Chapter 3: Aces and Fatties
*Ring-ring*
The red-head lifted the boy's hand from around her waist and sat up to reach the phone beside the bed. Before she even had a chance to say hello to the person on the other end of the line an unrecognizable voice started giving her instructions. Her mind was trained to quickly awake from its tired state and pay close attention to every important detail that was being told over to her.
"You're personal information will be given to you each in your carry-on bags, make sure you memorize everything on your fifteen minute trip to the airport. Your ride will be a silver Scion waiting for you at the front of the parking lot. Make sure you both sit in the back seat and say nothing loud enough for the driver to hear, nor should you speak to him. He will know where to take you, without having to ask you. Among your personal information you will also find your flight tickets and passports. When you land, you will get a call from the cell phones in your carry-on bags regarding the next step. Do not talk to anyone in the airport other than necessary persons for security. You have thirty minutes to prepare yourselves with the instructions you'll find in the closet. Understood?"
"Affirmative." Red hung up the phone. Cook was on the floor doing his morning stretches. Every morning he did a large series of push-ups and other strength building exercises. When she turned to him he had finished and gave her a smile.
"What's the plan, Red?"
"We have thirty minutes prep." Nine got up from the bed, telling him the rest of the information from the phone call while making her way to the closet with Cook right behind her. She finished and opened the closet door.
"Not too shabby." They looked at the clothes with approval. Red ran into the shower, it took her no more than two minutes to do the job. She had practiced washing herself under strict time constraints to avoid having to go on a mission with bad body odor. Cook preferred spraying himself with a toxic amount of deodorant and cologne. He was at least sincere enough to give her a heads up, so that she could avoid the cough attack from inhaling it, or getting sprayed from standing too close.
They had done so many missions together that Red didn't hesitate to get dressed in front of him. He had enough respect for her that he generally turned around instead of checking her out. Cook never made a move on Red in an inappropriate way; sure he made occasional jokes, but never took anything very far. He treated her more like a sister and she treated him as a brother.
Neither of them had grown up with family. They had been brought to the Agency when they were very young; starting training within the facility at the age of three. By the time they were six they could pick-locks, hack a household computer, speak two languages, and master any move of the martial arts lesson they practiced during their nightly classes. Outside of classes they always relied on each other for company. The Agency set up agents in doubles, friendships never growing beyond them. Which was part of the reason why Cook and Red were so uncomfortable with allowing Panda to hang out with them, it just wasn't usual protocol. Everything and everyone always stuck to protocol at the Agency, otherwise you ended up with your ass-kicked, mind-wiped, or both. Oddly enough, Red and Cook had never even questioned about anything prior to their coming to the Agency, to them, it was home, and they couldn't imagine living any other way.
Nine slipped on a pair of ripped dark jeans and a white tank top, with a grey pullover. Ten was wearing baggy black jeans he had to wear with a belt and a green t-shirt with a black hoodie. Each of them had a pair of high-end sneakers and watches.
"Civilian clothes. Brilliant. I look fuckin' ace, man." Cook was checking himself out in the mirror.
"C'mon 'Ace', we've got work to do." They both left the room, not taking anything with them.
Just as expected the silver Scion was waiting in the front of the parking lot.
"Don't say anything out loud Ten." Nine gave him an assertive look. She always double checked everything with him and made sure he understood clearly. Training and experience had taught them it was never worth blowing a mission, especially one as large and dangerous as theirs, over some stupid misunderstanding.
"Gotcha." He winked before opening the door for her. She smiled appreciatively and climbed in buckling herself and watching as her friend did the same. The driver took off without a word from either of them, bringing them both to the reality that this was actually happening. Without waiting another moment they both opened their bags taking out the information that had to quickly memorize.
-Emma Weston -18 –Bristol, England –Cousin of Jamie Weston –Recently graduated, and going to NYC for holiday.*
-Jamie Weston -18 –Bristol, England –Cousin of Emma Weston –Recently graduated, and going to NYC for holiday.*
*Should anything come up where you are questioned, you will use your improvisation training to come up with normal civilian backgrounds, such as parents and siblings, and other civilian regularities.
Cook nudged Red and she leaned over for him to whisper in her ear.
"Gave us a shitload to memorize didn't they. This is fuckin' easy; this mission will be like kicking back and having a beer and a nice slice of cake." He let out a little chuckle.
Nine just scrunched her eyebrows, easily communicating with him just by her movements. 'This is serious, Cook. Quit fuckin' around.'
He nodded to her and looked out the window as if to say, 'if you insist.'
The ride to the airport went quickly, hardly any traffic getting in the way. Nine and Ten had taken out the things they'd need close at hand at put them in their pockets. They grabbed their carry-ons, throwing them over their shoulders before heading into the airport without saying a word to the driver, not even bothering to watch as he drove away.
They already had their tickets and had been checked in by the Agency so they made their way directly to security, approaching an old friendly looking man at a podium, stamping off tickets. They each got their official issued fake-id's and tickets ready at hand for their turn. The kind man waved them over, with a big smile.
"Ello," he took their id's and tickets and read them over before taking a good look at the both of them, "Going to the States?"
"Yes sir." Nine answered politely.
"What's of interest in the States?" He asked curiously.
"Taking holiday, heard it was a good time there." Cook's turn to say something.
He handed back their stuff nodding with a look of approval to each of them. "Have fun Emma and Jamie."
They both were happy that the line for the x-ray was going along quickly. They stripped off their shoes and put them in crates next to their bags. They were happy that the bags given to them were light and easy to move around. Nine and Ten each took their turn to pass through the machine and waited for their belongings to pass through.
*BREEP, BREEP* A small alarm went off as Ten's and Nine's bags went through.
Shit. Neither of us really looked in our bags. What the fuck are we going to say. I don't even know what's really in it…
Two serious men each took them to the side separately with their bags before opening them up and searching through them. Cook and Red were smart enough to get rid of their briefings incase something like this happened. Their cover would've been immediately blown had the papers been discovered. Fortunately, the thing that set off the alarm was only a water bottle in each bag. They both weren't exactly sure why the Agency would put something like that in their bags if they knew they were going to be going through the airport security and that it wasn't allowed. Nine told herself that it was the Agency just trying to tell them they need to be careful and take precautions, that the Agency won't be able to take care of everything for them, so they shouldn't rely on it, and make sure to take their own measures of security.
They both walked to the gate and looked around, studying the other civilians, figuring out who were likely going to be fellow passengers on their plane. Most of all, they were wondering exactly what was waiting for them in America. They had never not known everything about any of their previous missions, so not knowing everyone all at once was making things much more complicated.
An elderly woman took a seat beside Nine. She looked over the lady to make sure nothing was suspicious, not knowing what to expect. The woman noticed the girl and turned to her smiling, showing her missing teeth, it would probably have been scare Nine away if she were a little baby.
"You're hair is so vibrant! Kids these days are always pushing boundaries…"
"Uh, yeah." Avoid talking to other people.
"You know what I say…"
"Uh, no…" How the hell can I shake off this woman…
"As long as the kids aren't doing drugs and getting in gang fights, fuck it! Go ahead and paint your hair! Get a nose piercing, it's much better than getting trashed. Don't ya think?"
Nine was a little thrown off by the elder woman spontaneously swearing, not to mention commenting on her hair. It wasn't often that they were out in a public place, open for any stranger to pick up a conversation with them.
"Um, yeah."
"FLIGHT 7B TO FRANCE WILL BE BOARDING IN ONE MINUTE."
"Oh that's me! Going to see my grandkids! They're darling but can be right boogers."
"Uhm." Nine looked helplessly trapped by this woman who seemed so persistent in talking to her.
"Well, nice meeting you dear. I'm glad you aren't a drug snorting slut." She smiled at Nine before walking away with her rolling bag tagging behind her.
"Yeah, uh, thanks?" Nine gave her a half-smile. When the lady left, Nine noticed the familiar snickering next to her.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?" she whispered to him.
"Uh, I uh, um, I dunno. Um… OWCH." She clapped up him over the head at his stupid imitation of her.
"You're so stupid…"
"I'm not the one at a loss for words." He gave her a cheeky grin.
"Touche. Now shut the fuck up. I want to relax before our flight a bit." She put took her bag from the floor and put it on the empty seat next to her. She could see a few standing people grunt rudely at the gesture, but she'd rather the distant evil-eye than being forced into another awkward conversation.
After a few minutes Cook stirred in his seat to turn to Red. "States, huh… never thought I'd be going to America…"
"What's so wrong about America?"
"I heard the chicks there are all fat."
"You're such a douche bag. Not all 'chicks' are going to be fat…"
"Says you."
"Well who says otherwise…" Nine rolled her eyes. She knew whatever source he was about to give her was most definitely not credible.
"Some magazine…" He looked away from her.
"What magazine."
"Not telling."
"It's cause it's one of those trash one's isn't it… you know they write a bunch of lies in those things because a dumbass like you will believe it."
"Aw, you don't really think that babes, do ya?"
"No, I think you are clever, you just like to say stupid things, whether you believe them or not."
"True dat."
"Besides, we aren't going there for the 'chicks' anyway. Fat or not."
He laughed at the last remark. "Who knows? We don't have a fucking clue…"
It was most certainly true, but they both stopped the conversation there. There flight was going to be boarding very soon and they had no idea what to expect...
"FLIGHT 23C TO NEW YORK CITY BOARDING NOW AT GATE F*
They both slung their bags over their shoulders and followed a small group of people towards the gate. Nine couldn't help the nervous feeling of going to such a new place get to her. She knew she and Cook would have to make a slight adjustment to the culture they were about to be introduced to. They Americans were certainly going to be different from what they were used to, that they we positive of.
SHORT CHAPTER. Kinda. Taking my time I guess. Hold tight, Naomi won't be showing up for a little bit. I guarantee the wait will be worthwhile. I'll see what action I can put in… this chapter was a bit more friendship fun… Mission starts next chapter… Are you readdyyyyy? Action is on the way!
Just by the way, I hope no one was offended by the American/fat joke… I'm American myself and it was just kind of a reference to the fact that foreigners generally associate America with obesity… nothing personal ;)
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