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Michael had walked away from Fiona slowly, not wanting to leave her behind. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but he didn't know why she had flirted back. He was awful at relationships, and he had never been in one that lasted more than a couple of weeks. He always had to leave them because of work, and he could never tell them where he was going, due to CIA protocol. He sighs loudly and a few people stare at him confused. He then remembers why he is here in Dublin, and he straightens out his shoulders and starts surveying the area, making sure he is not being followed. Focus, He tells himself. Remember why you are here. You can't let love get in the way.
Fiona peeks around the corner of a building, gun in hand. Her fellow operatives wait eagerly just behind her. Something was amiss about this job, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"What's wrong?" One of the operatives ask Fiona. Fiona sighs. She wish the IRA would give her helpful operatives that could actually do something. They got muscle, but no brains.
"The shades are closed, but it's a Tuesday. The bank should be open." Fiona replies, concerned. The other operatives nod their heads confused. Then Fiona notices something. Among the cars, there is a black van. She slaps her forhead. Of course! She thinks.
"What is it?" Another operative asks.
Fiona sighs again. "Someone else is robbing this same bank."
"At the same time?" A woman operative asks. Fiona rolls her eyes.
"YES. AT THE SAME TIME." Fiona replies impatiently.
"So what do we do?" A male operative asks. Fiona is about to loose it. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"We head in through that back window on the other side. We sneak up behind them, knock them out, and grab the money." Fiona says, while the operatives nod. "Okay, you three." Fiona says pointing to three operatives. "You guys are going to go find a car, and bring it to the front as our getaway. The rest of you will follow me, and do exactly as I say. Understand?" The operatives nod like school children. "Alright. Lets go then!" The group runs full speed to the other side of the building and through a window. Fiona puts a finger to her lips, and they all creep through the bank following the voices they hear. They finally come to a room of hostages. Fiona sighs. She knows this isn't part of the job, but the hostages have been hurt and badly bruised. She makes a decision. "You four," She says pointing to a couple of operatives."You go get the money and bring it out to the getaway car as quite as possible. That means absolutely NO guns. Then the seven of you guys go take out the big guys running the operation." She says organizing everyone.
"What about you?" A male operative asks.
Fiona purses her lips. "I have something to take care of."
The operatives nod and all run off in different directions following their tasks. Fiona creeps along a wall until reaching the door of the room full of hostages. She can hear 2 guards in the room, and probably about 12 hostages. She can tell the door is locked, so she pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and starts fidgeting with it. The door clicks, and she throws the door open to see a guard twice the size of her right in front. She jumps around to his back and grabs around his neck for ten seconds, until he goes unconscious. She reaches out to the other guard and kicks him in the chest knocking him to the ground. The hostages stare at her in awe. "Don't just stare at me! I helped ye, now just get out! And don't tell anyone that I helped you." Fiona says sternly. She then runs down the hall and out of the building to the getaway car. In the van there are the four she sent off to get the money, but the others aren't their. Before she can say anything, they all come running out at full speed. One of them carrying another over their shoulder. "Dammit." Fiona says under her breath. One of them had gotten shot. As soon as they get in the car Fiona yells "DRIVE!" And the driver steps on the gas.
Michael walks into a bar and immediately goes into his cover I.D. He has a earpiece in his ear that the CIA is talking into. He's supposed to be a lazy drug dealer that has gone out of business but wants to get back in. He's trying to get the attention of a man named Damian Gray. He's supposed to be one of the top drug dealers in the nation. Michael sits down in a bar stool and lazily orders a beer. Michael can see Gray out of the corner of his eye. Gray obviously notices Michael, but he pretends not to be paying any attention. Michael has a urge to make a scene to get the man to come to him, but that might blow his cover. Just as he decides not to make a scene, the CIA says into his ear, "Now, Westen. We don't have all day!" Michael looks at Gray again.
He then replies under his breath, "Not yet. I can't risk blowing my cover." Michael can hear the CIA sigh on the other end.
"Westen-" They start to say but Michael cuts them off.
"Listen." Michael says barley moving his mouth. "Give me 10 minutes. If he doesn't come to me, I'll make the scene." Michael can hear the CIA arguing with each other on the other end.
"Fine." They eventually reply. "You've got 10 minutes, starting NOW." Michael says his okay, and starts waiting for Gray to come to him. But he doesn't. After a couple of minutes, Michael orders another beer.
"Five minutes Westen. Make them count." The CIA says sternly.
"I'm working on it." Michael replies. After another 3 minutes go by and Gray doesn't make his move, Michael is almost as uncertain as the CIA. But then he has a idea.
"Westen?" The CIA says. "Westen? What are you doing?! Wes-" But Michael cuts them off by hitting the disconnect button on his earpice. He knew the CIA wouldn't approve of his idea, so he decided to do it on his own. It was risky, but it was all he got to see if Gray had a idea of who he was. Michael gets up out of his bar chair, and walks out of the bar. As he leaves, he can see Gray's quizzical look. Dammit, Michael thinks. Gray thinks I work for the CIA. Michael runs down the sidewalk heading towards an alleyway, thinking. If he knows I work for the CIA, why hasn't he killed me already? Michael thinks. Then he remembers a operative move that they had used once when he was in the army. He wants to use me, Michael thinks. He wants to feed me false information to get me killed. He reaches the alleyway and turns his earpiece back on. Immediatly the CIA starts yelling at him.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" The lead CIA member of the operation yells. "You NEVER turn your earpiece off again! Do you hear me, Westen?! NEVER. We could fire you for that!" Michael sighs.
"Listen, okay." Michael says. "Gray knows I work for the CIA. He thinks I know who he is. I could see the confusion on his face when I left without approaching him."
"Crap." A CIA member says. "Give us a second Westen. And don't you dare turn that earpiece off!" Michael sighs again as he listens to the chatter of the CIA members. Finally, the CIA says "Alright Westen. We have an idea, though it will mean the mission will take longer than expected."
"I'm all ears." Michael replies.
"We want you to go back to that bar, and pretend to be a CIA agent." The CIA says.
"You have got to be kidding me." Michael says under his breath, clearly annoyed.
"Westen, it's the only way out of this. If he thinks your an agent, he can give you information. False information, that is. We will follow his false info, and right when he's about to kill you, you get him and kill him instead." A CIA woman says.
"Basically, I'm the bait that you want to throw in the water so the big fish will eat me." Michael replies, shaking his head.
"Exactly." The CIA leader says, chuckling.
"Alright. I'm going back in." Michael replies.
"Good. And that earpiece better stay on Westen!" The CIA mission leader replies. Michael nods his head annoyed, and walks around the corner and onto the sidewalk, wondering what his fate will be.
Fiona sits in the chair of her apartment lazily, twirling her phone around in her hand. She is clearly bored, but she also seems to be contemplating over something. Its been such a long day, She thinks. Just as she is about to feel more sorry for herself, her phone wrings. She jumps up in her seat eagerly, thinking that the call is from Michael.
"Hello?" She says sweetly.
"Hello Glenanne. We would like to talk to you about your work that you have done today." The head of the IRA replies. Fiona groans. Ugh! She thinks. The only thing that could make this day worse is a call from a scolding IRA operator.
"Listen, I-" Fiona starts to explain but she is cut off.
"What were you thinking Glenanne?! Going into a operation that was sabotaged from the start without permission!? And SAVING the HOSTAGES?! YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE ROBBING THE BANKS NOT SAVING THEM!
"But-" Fiona starts to say but is cut off again.
"But won't cut it Glenanne! NOW-" The IRA leader starts to say, but this time Fiona cuts him off.
"I hate being told what to do all the time but you people! Can't I have a mind of my own?!" Fiona yells.
"YOU joined this organization, Glenanne. YOU made that decision! Now if you want to leave, FINE! But you'll be living in the slums for the rest of your life! I'll see you in the office tomorrow Glenanne. I am very disappointed in you." The line goes dead and Fiona groans again, slumping back in her chair. Then she picks up her phone, deciding to call Michael.
Michael walks outs of the bar, officially done with his job for the night. Gray did not make his move tonight, but Michael could see him glancing at Michael every so often, and Michael helped out by acting very CIA. Just as Michael gets in his car, his phone wrings. He can see that the caller I.D. is an unknown number, and not knowing who it is he decides on a heavy Irish accent just in case its a call from in the area.
"Hello?" He says, answering the phone.
"Hello, Michael." A sweet voice says on the other end, and Michael immediately recognizes the voice on the other end as the girl he met at the cafe earlier that day.
"Well hello, Miss Fiona." Michael replies smiling broadly. He can hear her giggle lightly on the other end.
"Would you like to go out for Dinner? I heard The Pub is open until midnight." Fiona replies, and Michael can tell that she is tired but eager.
"My pleasure." Michael says, still grinning. "I'll be there in 20."
"Great. See ye then!" She replies, and Michael can tell that she is truly Irish by her very fluent accent.
"See ye then." Michael replies, smiling. Time to change from covert spy, to lost man in Ireland. He thinks, smiling to himself.