Chapter 9: And As I Am An Honest Puck
Mission: Long Sword
Operatives:
2978465BA
Clearance Level: Classified
Training: Classified
Missions: Classified
Specialty: Classified
Requirements: Operative 2784639WF
License to kill with out restrictions
Requirement Status: Granted
Granted
3569984GK
Clearance Level: 2
Training: Code Name Red Run
Missions: Need To Know
Specialty: Surveillance
Combat
Female Interrogation
Requirements: License to kill
Group Leader
Requirement Status:Granted
Conditional
2784639WF
Clearance Level: Classified
Training: Classified
Missions: Classified
Specialty: Classified
Requirements: Operative 2978465BA
License to kill with our restrictions
Requirement Status: Granted
Granted
Location: Need To Know
Contact: Need To Know
Mission Status: Classified
Contractor: Blackriver
Xoxox Tasha's POV xoxox
I read through the mission file one last time before walking into the designated meeting location.
Andi and I were shocked when we found out that they had paired us up with another operative, especially one with such a low level of clearance. Yes level one is the best that any typical spy can receive, so level two is considered exceptional for any operative not in charge of some government group. But for two operatives that have a clearance level higher than that of the director of the CIA (our level doesn't even come with a name, it is essentially Clearance Level: "Haha, I'd like to see you try.") To be assigned to an operative with a level two clearances that specializes in "female interrogation" is almost an insult. I mean for god sake, we are so high on the clearance level ranking that we could launch a nuclear missile at D.C. and get away with it. There are only three people who have the same level of clearance as us.
Dr. Thomas O'Callaghan, who is the world-leading expert in encryption; it took Andi four minutes to break his toughest one, he has been sending us coded recipes for years constantly trying to stump us, he now even talks in code.
Lord Isaac Newton, but he shouldn't really count seeing as he has been in the O'Callaghan family's cryogenic freezer since his near death at age 57.
Finally, Emily Ludwig. She is a peculiar six year old with the exceptional ability to read minds. It is rather interesting, and seeing as it is impossible to keep anything from her it seemed necessary. However she prefers spending her time playing tea party more than trying to take over the world or other rather cliché crimes.
The only reason that we were given our clearance level is because the world got tired of us breaking/ hacking in to everything. Essentially they decided that it would be easier to just give it to us than to spend billions of dollars to try and keep us out when we would get through either way. We may not hold more power than discrete heads of government organizations and other such powerful people, but we sure as hell know more than them.
"Excuse me, Miss, but I need to see your ID." I looked at the young, blond, behind the desk and chuckled lightly and continued on. "Miss, you are not allowed back there." Watch me. "MISS!"
Past the glass doors, which she clearly was not allowed beyond either, there was a long hallway. Up the flight of stairs and the third door to the left, I knocked three times and placed my palm flat against the wood. The door got hot under my hand and then the peephole flashed green once. I entered.
"Took you long enough." Andi scolded. She was sitting in one of the twenty chairs surrounding the oval table, ignoring the mid-twenties male to her right.
"Yeah, well. I blame you."
"How is it that you blame me?" She rested her chin in her hand and gave me that look.
"You failed to return my favorite heels, that just so happen to match this shirt perfectly. Therefore my being three minutes late, your fault." The man looked between the two of us.
"Okay, who are you two? I have a higher level of clearance than the President of the United States, yet all of the information they gave me on you two was that you were 'classified'."
Andi and I both laughed. "Yeah, the President had level three clearance, it really isn't that hard to have a higher level of clearance than him." I took a seat across from Andi. "And frankly, when you figure out how to tap into the "Red Alert" phone line we'll talk."
"Oh, and here I thought all of your previous missions are 'classified.'" He leaned back and smirked.
"Oh, no you misunderstand me. That wasn't a mission, I was six, and bored." His jaw dropped. "We are the best, what did you expect?"
"But you are girls. Don't they think that there will be a security breach, girls are far more likely to give information in interrogations then men." Andi and I laughed again.
"Really now?" Andi turned her chair to face him and reached for the arms of his and swung it to face her. "If that was true then please point our the place on the female body that is just as effective in getting information as it is for me to do this." At that moment she pulled out a dagger and pressed it into his groin, dangerously close to cutting off his assets.
"Point taken." He squeaked.
The phone in the middle of the table rang. Andi and I looked at each other. I reached forward and pushed the speakerphone button.
Silence.
"Hel—" Andi put her hand over his mouth before any traceable sounds spewed out. I held up a hand.
"If we don't paint the roses red, the Queen will surely cut off our heads."
"But if the roses are already red, what will you use to paint them." I looked over at the pair across from me after I responded. Andi looked as if she was not paying the slightest bit of attention as opposed to Mr. Ladies Man who was looking at me as if he was trying to read my mind, however I knew she was listening and had picked up on who we were talking to by the slight lift in her smile.
"The walrus and the carpenter, or the tale of the curious oysters."
"'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of other things.'"
"Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings."
"And why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings?"
I smirked. "That is a silly thing to ask, don't you think Professor McGonagall?"
"Especially considering you were the one found with the flying pigs in her classroom." Andi added. We heard the professor laughing on the other end of the line.
"Yes, indeed I was. But now is not the time to discuss our past tomfoolery. I must first ask is there a man in the room with you whom you would have no problem eliminating?"
"Okay, what the hell is going on?" He jumped up and yelled.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Brightly for confirming your presence." He slumped back in his chair realizing his mistake. "Now what you need to know is that there is a leprechaun in search of his gold. If he becomes greedy his rainbow will disappear and his pot of gold will be lost forever. Find his rainbow." Then the line clicked.