AN: First thing you need to know is that I updated another fic last week so I wasnt able to update then and I can only write a chapter per week. Secondly, I have NOTHING against asians. I'm a Filipino myself. thirdly, not everyone of you answered to the whole code names thing, so in the end I picked to use their original names instead. Lastly, much love to everyone that reviewed and put this story on alerts and favorites! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING
OH and one more thing, thanks to Anon for correcting my grammatical mistakes. :)
edited: 2/29/2012
10 pm November 24, 2011
New Directions Headquarters, New York
A Silver L300 van's tires screeched as it stopped in front of a twin tower building. Two heavily armed security guards rushed to open it but were beaten when the van's rusty door slid open with a loud crack. The tall slender brunette steps out, her left hand tightening a bandage and securing it around her injured upper right arm. Her perfectly manicured hands moving expertly as if what she was doing was some daily routine
She made her way towards the building. The black woman who drove the van following closely behind her
"Here" Cedes said, tossing the car keys to one of the guards who in turn, juggled them clumsily between two hands – almost letting them slip from his palms.
The New Directions Security Services is known all over the world as the leading protection agency that only the richest could afford. Their services extending form the US President's security troupe down to a wealthy private sector's security guard. They have multiple headquarters scattered all over the globe but the one in New York is the primary base – it is where the head, General Schuester presides and commands ever member. To which each member accordingly complies without a single hesitation, all except for some few, that is...
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The two women proceeded to the top floor where they were asked by the intercom for their names and an eye-security scan before they could step inside. They were greeted by a male, middle-aged man with frameless glasses and a nearly thinning hair.
"Good evening Agents! The general is currently in a meeting and would be done - "
"Save it Brad, we have direct orders from Mr Schue himself" Cedes cuts
Brad stopped and then smiled before pressing the intercom to inform his boss.
Brad Ellis is good at his job as a secretary. He knows that there are 'special' agents of the company and that they were the only ones who refer to their boss as 'Mr. Schue.'
Swinging the doors open, the two agents found their boss in front of his desk right in the midst of putting down the phone – indicating the end of his meeting. General Schuester , the general and head, or simply Mr Schue to some 'privileged', smiled at them. "Hey! Sorry about that, conversations with Secretary of Defense Sue Sylvester never ends quick nor good for that matter." he winks good naturedly at them, "Welcome back agents Jones and - "
"We have a problem"
Mr Schue shifted his eyes to the black woman who spoke. He raised an eyebrow and silently implicated the woman to continue.
"Someone interfered with our mission" Instead, it was the brunette who spoke. The usually light-hearted chief inwardly smiled, he had always loved how these two worked in coordination. Still, the head of the finest security squad believed that no harm would come in trying out other pairings and probabilities. "And what about this intruder?" He asked the woman with the long brown locks
The woman glanced at him for a second before reaching two perfectly pale fingers inside the pockets of her coat and pulling out a small piece of paper. It was clean on the outside, completely blank, though folded in half which somehow makes the older man feel anxious to find out the contents inside.
The general took it and silently stared at it for a second, contemplating the clean sketch of a man with black hair and chiseled jaw in it. Once done, he folded it back in half and placed it down on his desk before reaching for the buzzer under said desk that he knows would signal the grey-haired secretary outside.
"Tell me more about this man" he said, looking back at the agent who eyed him suspiciously for a second before going on about his assigned mission.
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"I got to the target exactly on time and when the files were downloading this man came busting through the door, like some lame nineties superhero, and tried to take the file from me" she said, pointing at the man in the paper before bringing her other hand through the pocket of her coat where she kept the device
The door of the general swings open and the brunette stopped her task in lifting the device outside the confines of her coat pocket. Instantaneously, she pushed up her short skirt, grabbed the riffle strapped to her right knee and aimed it at the door where she was surprised to find the same idiotic meddlesome boy once again. And again, with a loud, exasperate entrance.
The man also stopped in his tracks, took in the scene in front of him, and then narrowed his eyes at the woman. "You bitch!" he growled, eyes scanning the room. He had no idea how the bitch got inside but he's sure as hell won't let her get away this time. Not before he gets back what's rightfully his. Not to mention to redeem his pride, of course.
The woman just blinked at him, seemingly amused at the name before smirking, "Well hello there, dwarfy McGel"
He inwardly flinched at hearing that, oh this woman's gonna get it. Nobody calls him a dwarf and gets away with it. His eyes dart towards the bandaged arm of the woman. Sure he was aiming for the brown haired bitch's head but his specialty had always been hand-to-hand combat. Besides, he wasn't supposed to kill.
"How's the injury" He asked smugly, one side of his lip twitching upwards. His stance relaxed as he stood and placed his weight on one leg, using the other for support and hands finding their way inside his pants pockets where he kept a foldable blade. Feeling the weapon with his fingers, he just needed a distraction to –
"Hey chief, sorry I'm late! had to park the car – woah! "
Bingo
The woman's attention shifted to the incoming figure at the door and Blaine didn't need to think twice as he swung the blade he was holding and ultimately knocking the gun out of the woman's hand.
Blaine sneered, finally, a chance to showcase his skills. He balled his fist and charged at the woman. He expected his famous left hook to meet the woman's jaw but it was instead greeted by air and he snapped his eyes down to see her duck. Her legs moved fast, they may be thin but Blaine could see the muscles hidden beneath it. Yes, Blaine had once underestimated those flawless legs but not this time. He jumped, dodging a kick that he knew would've hit him hard in the gut like the first time.
Blaine was a fast learner and had already predicted that move to come from his previous opponent. So it was not hard for him to find out that the woman's backside is completely vulnerable once her two legs were upfront.
His arms moved quickly, trapping the woman's head in a deadly headlock and using his other arm to trap the woman's arms at her sides. Those pretty arms may not look like it but he Blaine Anderson refuses to be fooled again.
"You don't seriously think I'd fall for that weak move again, hmm pretty eyes?" he breathes down the woman's ear. He could've sworn he felt the woman's sharp intake of breath. Blaine immediately dismisses the thought when he hears said woman scoff
"Actually, with how stupid you are, I firmly believed that yes – you'd fall for it again"
Blaine's grip on the woman's neck tightened and for a moment he was determined to break the woman's neck right then and there when a sound of clapping echoed throughout the room. The simple act effectively captured everyone's attention.
"Well done, guys!" Mr Schue's booming voice carried an air of amusement as he stood from his seat and made his way to the two figures that were still locked together. "Agent Anderson, you can loosen up now"
Hesitatingly, the black, gelled-back haired agent releases his hold on the woman. His arms laying flat on either of his sides.
The beautiful young woman quickly backed off and away from Blaine, coughing as she tried to take in deep breathes that her body desperately craved. She glared at the short man before shifting the same glare to her boss, though it didn't have that usual bite into it due to the recent activity.
Blaine noticed that a black woman immediately rushed to the brunette's side, rubbing circles behind the woman's back to calm her.
"What the hell, Mr. Schue?" the woman snapped
It seemed that Blaine's boss was quite enjoying this. He smiled before talking, "Ladies..." He looked at the short woman before continuing "and gentlemen! I want you all to take a close look at each other because from now on, you four will be team C23"
"What?"
"Hold up there!"
"Woah- what?"
"I beg your pardon?"
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Mr. Schue loves his agents. Some of them were even personally trained by him. Now, a lot of people may think that the man who runs the greatest security agency might be someone uptight and serious. And don't get him wrong, he can be as tough and hard on his agents when the time arises. Still, Mr. Schuester is a man who believes that every second counts. It had been his firm understanding that life shouldn't be made so complicated when there are easier and simpler ways to solve problems. That's why as much as possible, he wants to make his life more interesting and fun. Needless to say, this rule doesn't exempt his agents.
He made his way between the two teams before patting Agent Jones and Agent Anderson's shoulders. "I would like to inform you all that I've personally reviewed your performances including your strengths and weaknesses. Thus my decision to combine your teams to create a more 'perfected' team"
"We all due respect general but Agent Evans and I make a great team and I think you should consider that there may also be a chance that this move might only ruin our dynamics" Agent Anderson spoke. Mr Schue can see the clear dislike in the boy's eyes.
He was about to reply when the young agent's partner – Agent Evans – spoke, "I agree Mr Schue. I mean as pretty as this" he eyed the brown haired woman "beautiful lady is, you cant deny that agent Anderson and I have been the best partners in the squad"
Out of the corner of his eye Agent Evans saw the woman roll her eyes. Pretty eyes..The blond agent thought to himself
"Oh come on gorgeous. I know Blaine's kind of a dick but he's like that with most women" He winked at her, earning him a scoff in return and a look that could be described as none other than a 'bitch please'
Agent Jones next to her chuckled at this, muttering to her something along the lines of 'he...you...gorgeous'
Pretty eyes just stood straight then locked eyes with Agent Evans before she reached a pale hand behind her head to pull at something. Both Blaine and Sam looked inquisitively at her.
Said woman's eyes closed and she pulled again. Blaine and Sam's eyes widened when they saw the face of the woman's skin fold into layers. Her cheeks suddenly arching too high to be normal until finally the skin of her face lifted from her head. The two men's jaw dropped as they witness the woman's hair fell off and the skin – which they thought was real – be removed with ease.
Underneath the mask was a man. A very pale beautiful man that had a well defined jaw and a perfectly pointed nose. He had brown locks that seemed to magically bounce back up after being constrained by that mask. The man's eyes opened and blinked twice before glaring back at the blonde agent and raising a perfectly cut eyebrow at him.
Sam's eyes threatened to bulge out of his sockets. He raised a hand and slapped himself hard on one cheek. It was a downright cliche move but hey, he'd always been a country boy. It worked because the next second, he's shaking his head in attempt to clear his thoughts. "Y-you...woah! You're a DUDE, ARENT YOU?" he winced when he felt the after-effects of his own hit and stepped back from the woman-man, whatever he-she is
The brunette-haired agent looked disgustingly at him before his blue orbs landed on their boss, "Mr. Schue, I understand how important teamwork is especially in our line of work but I will not accept a member as inexperienced as him!" he hissed pointing at Blaine.
Mr Schue looked well-entertained, "You're right, Agent Hummel. Agent Anderson is fairly new to our department" He walked back behind his desk and sat "But, I can assure you that Agent Anderson is an excellent addition. He's actually originally from the Dalton Branch but I've personally requested for him to be transferred here so we could try out this combination. I'm fully aware that Agent Evans' partner before – Agent Abrahams – has recently been injured rendering him immobile for the meantime. So I took it upon myself to pair him up with Agent Anderson here and test him out with a mission I also gave you, Agent Hummel"
Kurt looked incredulously at his boss "You realize I could've killed him, right?"
"Ah – but you didn't! Because both of your missions specified that there must be zero civilian fatalities. Am I correct?" Their boss retorted, smiling proudly at himself.
Agent Hummel's held his chin up, "But someone was hurt" he gestured to his bandaged arm.
Their boss examines his injury for a second until Agent Anderson cuts
"He got there before me, and I had to do something if I want to get that file" the hazel-eyed agent defended
"No matter!" Mr Schue reached inside Agent Hummel's coat pocket before retrieving the device and securing it inside his desk drawer. "The important thing is, you've got the job done and you've met each other and therefore have a clue on each other's skills" He added enthusiastically
"Well what about Agent Jones and Agent Evans. They haven't met yet." Kurt points out
"Actually Kurt, I've worked with Agent Evans before..."
"Yeah, two missions I think" Agent Evans confirmed, nodding at the black woman
Kurt pointedly glared at her partner but eventually sighed in resignation "Fine, but if he gets in my way don't hold me responsible if we fail a mission" Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well now that the introductions are over with. Your new mission!" Their boss reaches for a remote and presses a combination of codes. An LCD plasma TV slides down from the ceiling and the four agents' heads turn towards the screen.
A picture of a Chinese man in a slick suit flashes in front. "This is Mr. Wang Shi Hua. He's known to the Chinese as one of the wealthiest businessman in the country. But sources tell us that he's recently been exporting unusually large quantities of liquors all over Asia, particularly Saudi Arabia"
"And what's in these beverages?" Agent Evans questions, his thumb rubbing across his chin in contemplation.
"More like what he's getting for those"
General Shcuester smiles at his smartest agent, "Exactly, Agent Jones! Your mission would be to head over to his office in Beijing and retrieve a copy of the file of his transactions"
"Once we find anything suspicious, we'll contact headquarters" Cedes continues for the general and again earning her a smile of delight from the man
"Wait, if this was a normal find and retrieve mission, why send the four of us?" Blaine steps forward, eyes drifting from the other three agents to their boss
"Consider this your first trial mission as a four-man team" Mr. Schue replies, hands spread open before clapping once and grinning at the four agents.
AN: So I've realized that I exceeded the word limit I pledged to myself but meh, screw that I'm writing this according to chapter content. Next, I'm sorry if I had to hold off on Kurt's identity, it was too much fun to write. That's the reason why I've been constantly changing her to his all the time, the point of view would switch to someone who doesnt know its Kurt and to someone who knows its him. And about the GENERAL SCHUESTER THING? yeah, I think that part sucked too, but I didnt know what else to call him...I'd put in boss here and there but I can't be too redundant, can I? Still...ugh...
Again, comments and constructive criticisms are highly appreciated.