Hello! Thanks all for reading again. I gotta say, that was such a crazy finale for Burn Notice last Friday! I won't spoil anything for those readers than have not finished the series yet, but i just have to say WOW. :) Also, thanks suagrstarsatnight, bnlove, and guest(You know who you are) for commenting! :) Sugarstarsatnight also favorited the story so please go check them out! I can't believe this is the 5th chapter. We should have a aniversary party! Hahaha. Ok, so enough with the bad jokes. Readers, read on!
Fiona walks into the IRA agency. She nods at the secretary who gives her a grim smile. Wow, Fiona thinks. I must really be in trouble.
"He wants you in his office." The secretary replies, looking sympathetic.
Fiona nods again and thanks the braces herself as she walks up the long staircase to the office, waiting to walk into the room and be yelled at. She reaches the door of the office and takes a deep breath. You can do this, She thinks. Fiona then reminds herself that she is fearless, and she masks her nervous emotions with dignity and strength. She then opens the door and walks inside. She looks around the office, which looks pretty typical. There's a wooden desk in the middle, bookshelves on the sides (of course for decoration only), and a couple plants by the window. Fiona remembers only being in this office two other times. Though 2 times seems like nothing, all the agents avoid going into the room at all costs. Most never go into it in a life time. Its like going to the principals office in school, but ten times worse. Fiona looks up at the head officer who is frowning.
"Sit down, Glenanne." The officer replies. Fiona sits down in the chair, holding her head high, waiting for the yelling to start. But it never did. Instead, her officer starts talking. "We are very disappointed in you. Because of you, a man got shot yesterday. But, I'm not going to scold you. You've already had two warnings over the 3 years you've been here, and thats far to many even for a man that has been here 20 years! I have no other choice Glenanne, but to demote you. "
Fiona's jaw drops as she stares at him in shock. She never thought that he would demote her! Sure yelling here and there, but to demote her?! That was the worst punishment an agent could get. It would be better off to be fired. She would go down in shame from all the others.
"No way. You can't do that! Have you even seen your other operatives?! That don't even know how to shoot a gun! I'm the-" Fiona starts to say before she is angrily cut off by her officer.
"Don't you dare tell me what I can and can't do Glenanne! You brought this one yourself! If you can show me that you can follow directions better, maybe I can move you up a spot in awhile. But for now, SUCK IT UP AND GET OUT OF MY DARN OFFICE!" He yells back at her.
Fiona grits her teeth and forces herself to not yell a retort back. She makes herself stand up and walk out of the office, pushing down the anger inside of her. As she walks down the flight of stairs she mutters swears under her breath. She's mad at herself for being so stupid, but much more mad at the officer. As she reaches the lobby, everyone is staring at her. Crap, She thinks. Everyone must have heard the yelling upstairs. She keeps her head down as she makes her way to the training room. This day just keeps getting better and better!
Michael finishes his last punch on the punching back and runs over to the next obstacle which is a high jump. He flips over it perfectly in seconds and then jogs over to the treadmill, immediately increasing it to its highest speed. He counts to 30 in his head, running at full speed on the treadmill. Then runs back over to the high jump, flips over it a second time, and runs to his ending point. His trainer immediately hits the button on the stopwatch, grinning.
"Nice, Westen. This is your best time yet!" His trainer says happily. Michael smiles modestly, taking a sip from his water. "I think we should wrap up for today, Westen. Go get yourself cleaned up, and then meet Agent Strize in the board room afterwards. He says to tell you there's a meeting for a special mission. Got it?" Michael nods, taking another sip of water as he heads out of to the locker rooms.
He wipes his forehead with his towel as he enters the locker room. Its empty right now, because only about 10 agents were taken on this mission. This is just a rented out temporary base, since all of there normal bases are in the United States. Michael opens his locker and pulls out a towel. He undresses quickly and jumps into one of the showers in the room. The shower is warm and it feels good on his sweaty skin. He washes up quickly then dresses in his suit and tie for the board room meeting. It's slightly wrinkled from trying to get dressed so quickly this morning, and it makes him smile. If only Fiona were here right now, He thinks. Everything would be all right."
Fiona punches the bag hard. Then again, harder. Finally she punches it so hard, she thinks it might actually fall off the chain. But she doesn't care. She is just mad at the officer. She sits down on the bench breathing slightly heavily. She didn't have to use the training room today, but she felt like she could use some anger on something today. She looks up to see a younger agent walking up to her.
"Officer wants to meet you in here at 5:00. Says he has a mission for you that could redeem your status." The agent says. Fiona sighs. She's always hated agents that used protocol to talk. She thanks the agent and gives them a annoyed smile, and of course the agent shows no emotion as they walk away. Fiona wonders what the officer must have in store for her. Hope its good, She thinks as she gets back up to start punching again.
Michael walks into the empty board room and sits down. He checks his watch and notices that he is ten minutes early. He thinks about what the special mission might be. How could I be doing another mission when I already have one? He thinks confused. Just as he starts to go deeper into thought, Agent Strize enters the room.
"Ah, Agent Westen. Thank you for coming. I have a special mission for you." Agent Strize says, greeting Michael.
"But what about my current one?" Michael asks concerned.
"Oh, you won't be finishing that. I've talked to the head, and he said he will have another agent fill your spot. This mission is very important, and I think you'll agree that you will be the perfect agent for this. Shall we begin?" Strize asks. Michael nods, suspicious of what he might be getting into. But he couldn't turn down that mission. That was against protocol and could very easily get you burned, something he was trying very hard to avoid.
"Alright. I just found out earlier today from one of our sources that there is a organization running here that we need to take care of. They are wanted all over the world for all sorts of things. Drug dealing, terrorist activity, bomb making, but most of all, murder. They have killed over 50 people in the last 5 years. A couple that have even been our agents trying to get into the organization. Now, i know its asking a lot, but you think your up for it?" Strize asks, hopeful.
Michael thinks about it. I mean, for this one, he can't say no. These people are bad, and they need to be taken down. He decides he will take the mission. "Yeah. I'll do it. But one thing, what are there motives?" Michael asks unsure.
"None. Thats the thing that no one can figure out. There are no patterns. No motives. No planning. They kill, and when they do, its vicious."
Fiona is still training when the officer walks into the room for their meeting. She is on the treadmill at top speed now, but she looks bored. She see's him come in out of her eye and she stops the treadmill, hopping off.
"Hello." Fiona says to him with disgust.
"Glenanne. This is important. Now I know we had a small argument- *Fiona snorts*- But i was hoping you could get past that. I just had a meeting with the vice president of the IRA today, and it seems that he has found something. There is an deadly organization running here, and he thinks you would be perfect for the job. What do you think?"
Fiona stares back at him in shock. At first thought, she can't believe the vice president of the IRA knows who she is. Then at second thought, she is appalled that her officer just demoted her and now is asking her to take a dangerous mission.
"Fine. I'll take it." Fiona says, holding herself back from spitting in her officers face.
"Good, I'll see you tomorrow then with the plans for this mission." And then he was gone.
I wonder what Michael is doing, Fiona thinks. Probably doing something better than me.