Colleen (Dillon's Doctorand Tina impersonator) POV

I flashed the two boys an extra sweet smile as they left the room. As soon as they were out of sight I instantly let it drop. I still didn't understand why we were going to all this trouble for two regular civilian boys, but who was I to question her motives. They always ended up being necessary in the end.

Now, to move on with the show.

I calmly turned back around to make my way to the hospital room through the bustling hallways full of tired doctors and smiling nurses. Quietly shutting and locking the door, I turned on my comms.

"Well? I trust you've gotten the boys out of the way with no problems, yes? Now—"

"Ummm…Colleen? Uh, well actually we… uh"

I stopped my pacing abruptly.

"What? You're not about to tell me that after all of my planning you two idiots couldn't knock out two mundane teenage boys? Are you? Because if you are, I'm highly considering your unpleasant demise

"Uhh, but miss, see, his mom was there and there were two many witnesses so—"

"YOU DIDN'T KNOCK THEM OUT? You have GOT to be KIDDING me. You incompetent fools. You had ONE JOB. To take the boys out of the hospital, bring them to their car, and before they get in, slapping on a napotine patch. POOF, they're out before they can even register what happened. It was PAINFULLY EASY. But you had to go screw everything up again."

"But we couldn't…"

"I DON'T CARE. THIS IS IT. I'm getting rid of you two sorry excuses for spies ASAP. Unfortunately, I need you to amend your mistake. Follow the boys to the bowling alley, and when they get out of the car, you can knock them out then. You can still save this if you hurry. We don't need people like them getting in the way. They're unpredictable, and even though they can't fight, they could jeopardize our mission with their very presence. It was so simple. And now I have to explain to the boss why two agents are unable to participate in her plans. And we are particularly low on agents with brute strength like you. You're both lucky you have that at all, or otherwise who knows where you'd be. You certainly don't have anything else going for you."

"O-okay miss. We're on our way now. Don't worry we won't mess this up."

"That's what you said last time. I swear if you mess this up any more I will personally deliver your heads to the boss on a silver platter. Now MOVE."

With that I cut them off. Good God, those two really are idiots. How I was graced with their "great intelligence and competence" was beyond me. Doing anything with them was excruciatingly painful.

I pushed those thoughts away, calming myself down. I had to be professional. I had to move on with the mission.

Once I put myself back into the appropriate mindset, I unlocked the door of the quiet hospital room and slipped unnoticed into the noisy throng of bustling staff, making my way down the extensive hallways to the back exit. Once outside I shrugged out of the stolen hospital attire, revealing my plainclothes underneath. Going around the massive building, I purposefully crossed onto the next street. I walked down the street leisurely until I reached the deserted alleyway on my right. I did a quick check for any tails, and once I was sure I wasn't being watched, I then stealthily dissolved into the dark grimy shadows of the old, looming buildings. Most people did not venture down this unpleasant and ominous place filled with –most people presumed—thugs, drug dealers, and other criminals. But not even they would venture into this dark, grimy place. They had…better places to do business anyway. So it would seem that there actually was not a living soul that inhabited this dingy alley, besides the filthy vermin scuttling in the shadows. Or so it seemed. Most did not know of the people who crept beneath the cracked concrete and uneven gravel, quietly plotting and planning their next escapade; slipping in and out from under the buildings through secret passageways in the walls, hidden doors in the floor.

Not that any of this information mattered anyway, to any normal person. Anyone who dared to walk through the alley would certainly not be paying attention to any minor details that would clue them in to those surreptitious entryways. Even if someone did, perhaps, decide to glance at the dark brick walls of the old abandoned warehouses, the bricks would not seem to be a hair out of place, though they were certainly chipped, faded, and covered in graffiti.

But if this person somehow decided to pause; to examine the wall, to perhaps run their hand along the rough grimy surface, they might find one brick which seemed to be unaffected by the corrosion of time or the spray of graffiti. If, by chance, this person knew to push this brick back and to the left, they would expose a keypad almost as old and dusty as the building itself. And entering the code, the outside wall of the building would slowly slide open a sliver, just enough for this person to squeeze through into the closet-sized space which introduced a small staircase that descended into darkness.

But the chances of this happening to any ordinary person were infinitesimally small. No one would stumble upon it by chance. The only way a person could find the passage was if they knew better, knew there was something behind those walls, knew specifically what they were looking for. Which I did.

I stepped down the staircase, the click-clacking sound of my heels the only noise in the eerily silent stairwell. I was quickly plunged into darkness, but then just as quickly was assaulted by the dim glow of ceiling lights. I walked down the equally silent corridor until I reached the 1st door on my left. I punched in another code and closing the door behind me, I came face to face with the boss.

"I trust that everything is going smoothly Colleen." She inquired, attempting to send me a warm smile. But years of hate had twisted her and what was meant to be kind, came out cruel and sadistic.

"Everything is going according to plan Boss. If I said it was going smoothly however I'd be lying. I was unable to capture Cam in the station as you know, and we had a minor setback knocking out the two troublesome mundanes."

"I see. But I'm sure you fixed that right up."

"Of course. As we speak Quincy and Dimarco are tailing them to the alley. They're probably fixing it right now."

"Excellent. You've been such an asset Colleen. I still don't understand why you're doing this, but—"

"She murdered my brother." I deadpanned. "And this job pays well."

She just grinned at me with a malicious glint in her eyes, as if she was expecting this answer all along(which actually, she was because she already knew my reasoning), and just wanted to rub it in a bit more, to let it fester in me and transform me into a vindictive person such as she. But I was not one to play into her little games, so I showed none of this to her and kept on my façade of loyalty.

"Well, I just had to ensure you would ally with me my dear. I know this is a very personal thing for you as you and your brother were very close, no?"

"Well… we weren't. When he took on his role as a leader in the Inner Circle, I was not pleased needless to say. We argued a lot about the issue, because I could not support him. Of course, I never quite supported YOUR ideas either, which was why I left to operate alone. And of course we all know the CIA wouldn't hire a Circle descendant now would they? So I stayed low on everyone's radar, a thing I was always exceptional at doing. Not surprising when I had been taught to do so my whole life. But regardless of our later disagreements I loved my brother. I thought that maybe because of his illegitimacy he would be spared the role, but he was not as…fortunate… as I who from birth was shunned from the Maxwell lineage. But he was the male who would probably inherit, so it was different for him. Even so, Max was always kind to me; he never shunned me like the rest of them. And while I didn't want WWIII, I didn't want my brother dead either. So once again I sat this conflict out. Because I certainly wasn't going to ally with you either, when you were killing them off, which was the very thing I feared would happen. But he ended up dieing anyway, by the hands of a stupid 18 year old girl with a whole lot of luck. It was luck! She should've been dead. But she wasn't. And she killed him. What you did wasn't right, but she did the very thing she despised you of doing. And she lived! She lived when my brother died. I want to make her family pay. I want them to feel the pain I felt. Then we'll be even."

"Of course. And that you will do. I know my reasons are different, certainly less personal than yours, but I know we both have the same common goal."

"That's bull. You and I both know you want revenge on your son for leaving you and saving that girl. You want to make him hurt just as much as I do."

"Yes, that I can't quite deny. But it plays such a small part in my reasoning. To be frank I just don't see why she should be alive. Yes, I let her go after I got answers. I didn't need her. I thought perhaps shed be useful in other endeavors such as that one. But I think she has quite outlived her usefulness."

"I couldn't agree more Catherine. I couldn't agree more."

A.N.

Once again I wrote way more than I thought. This was supposed to be a 4 pages at the most filler. 6 pages…not bad. Of course when upload it will look like a LOT less though…

Yeah, I know. I'm really late updating, couldn't find time or inspiration, because I was graduating blah ,blah, BLAH. You guys don't want to hear it. And though I really am sorry, it's so hard for me to sit down and write substantial chapters so soon. I really am a super busy person, and I've made it clear that I 'm just not one of those chapter-every-day-quick-updaters. Sorry. But I DO want to thank those of you that know this, and still for some unfathomable reason, stick with me. You guys really are the only things that keep me writing. If I got no feedback for this story, I'd probably just stop writing as its getting increasingly difficult to keep this up. So THANKS to all who follow, favorite and of course review.

Speaking of reviews (here we go): I know that a lot of you just don't have the time to review, or you don't have anything to say about the story. I know, because I'm one of those people myself who almost never reviews (sorry, I know I'm being a bit hypocritical). But I try to ask you questions, to get you involved because I do want to here from you. If you have anything to say, anything at all about the story of just in general you can PM me or review. I know they just seem like comments, but to writers they're what keep our writing alive so to speak. Every time I get a review, or even a follow/favorite., that means that someone really likes my story and wants me to keep writing. I've never been good at long-term projects especially with writing and this is my first actual FF. So to me – feedback is everything.

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