"I-I can't believe it, why would he be spying on me, I'm an Agent just like him, why don't they trust me?" Pebbles contemplated over the edge of the building looking far south at the seaside, it just made no sense to him that he wasn't trust worthy. Especially the words of him being 'Just like his father' over the phone conversation.
Talking about his father being a disgrace and a Traitor to the Agency, it just made no sense. There must be some misunderstanding he must have thought, debating and arguing with himself constantly over in his voice. "No, He's not a disgrace, He was the best agent the CIA ever had, and I'm going to prove it" Pebbles said getting up off from the ledge and jumping onto a nearby roof, running and sliding down a pole to the ground.
Eyeing the Black SUV parked on the side of the road across the street, Seeing its passenger window down to look through and spotting the Agent inside talking yet again to whoever of interest, Pebbles wasting no time and turning back on the Communications Interceptor.
"I've tried to contact Pebbles but it hasn't gotten through, He's probably sleep off somewhere instead of actually doing his Job"
"It might be a decent Idea to contact others in CIA to get them to send another agent down"
"Not a bad Idea, Pebbles wouldn't suspect a thing even if he was being supervised. Who would have thought a cat wouldn't have made a good spy after all, like father like son" He stated.
"To be fair, Brisco was a top agent, He just made the terrible mistake of disobeying orders like what he did in Cuba"
"I guess you're right, but you can't have the whole package without some faults. Hopefully the CIA can do a little bit more on Pebbles to make him different and better at the same time" He said with a hoping wish, however not all wishes come true, especially if others know about them.
Pebbles grunting and viciously purring at the conversation he was eavesdropping, only fueling his anger and fueling his question to know more about his Father, no much so that it would cause him to pick better the Agency or Brisco's true past of a Special Agent.
Pebbles making up his mind, Turning to the device he held in his paw to twist a number of buttons to alter the communications between the two agents that were talking in the vehicle over the phone. The Orange Feline looking over to the see Agent fidgeting with his phone, mildly smacking it on its back as he realized something was wrong.
"Hello, hello you're breaking up" He said as he tried to listen in to the voice on the other side but all that came through was static and broken words, Letting out a lazy sigh as he opened his driver's side door and began walking down the street supposedly to find a better signal to fix the issue.
Pebble's seeing his moment, sprinting across the road jumping into the now occupied SUV in one clean swoop. Landing in the passenger seat of the vehicle. "There's got to be something else he's probably hiding in here" he said, switching from document to document trying to find something that would give him clearer information about his father.
Looking at the covers of each folder of Information he found only to see archives, archives of other special agents in work and even former special agents. Scrapping under the seat and in between car seats to try a find an extra document.
Shifting from folder to folder at lightning speed but careful enough not to mistake one for the other as he knew he was on a personal mission, suddenly stopping when spotting a specific folder with an even more familiar name.
"Oh hey I found my folder, Man I really look so fat in this picture" Pebbles commented on his own Identification photo stapled to the corner of the folder. Suddenly throwing away the archive and knocking both his paws against his temple.
"Focus Pebbles Focus, you're here to find out more about your Dad" He stated to keep himself in line. Continuing his search as he finally found it. "Bingo" he commented, flipping open the folder to see all the basic information. His name, fur colour, status and even his picture at the top of the document.
Looking strikingly like his son, Pebbles took the folder in paw and turned back to face looking out from the front windshield. Seeing the Agent from before walking back his car, looking disgruntled and agitated from trying to fix and problem that wasn't present.
"Stupid Phone trying to pick up this stupid towns stupid service" He expressed as he continued to walk down the sidewalk over back to his driver side door.
Pebble's ducking down underneath the seat knowing that his only escape if he wanted to remain undetected was now closed for now. The Orange feline observing with eyes and ears as the driver side door opened and feeling the seat, he was hiding under the driver's side seat feeling himself squish down below.
The Agent was now back in his vehicle; unbeknownst to him, his fellow agent right under him. "Special Agent Pebbles, Report in" He demanded a response from the cat as he spoke into his earpiece.
Pebble's hearing a reverb in each ear from the actual agent's mouth in real time and the audio coming from his own earpiece. He had to think of a way to get out of this situation and fast before he was caught red pawed.
"Pebbles respond, wherever you are I know you can hear me!" Now shouting into his earpiece, Pebbles under intense pressure now knowing time was of the essence. Suddenly, looking over to his side to see a small level that stuck the side of driver's seat.
Pebbles grew a great idea of so would say, planning out his scheme before pulling the level on the side. "Woah Woah What the heck!" The agent shouted out in surprise as the recline I'm his seat laid him back straightly onto the back seat.
Now taking his opportunity and running from up under the seat and jumping out the passenger window whilst he was distracted. Running off around the SUV and down an alley way for him to disappear with the folder about his dad.
Moments later, Pebbles busted opened the door of the old barn, his brute force breaking pieces of chipped wood. Cracking down onto the floor and just breaking in half, Pebbles looking back behind him to see nothing and nobody, this was good for him. He was all alone just as he wanted, to finally get to the bottom of this. "No more games, no more Lies and No more dog and pony bullshit, Its time to figure out the truth" He said to himself.
Walking over to the middle of the barn area to have a seat onto the floor covered in dirt and loose hay, Pebbles taking a deep breathe before moving his paw to the edge of the folder and opening it, on the first document that was stained with dirt and dust. Blowing it all off first as the print became all too clearer to him, Basic information about his father that he already knew.
Fur Colour, Code Name and most distinguishable of all his status about the Central Intelligence Agency, clearly spelling out 'Dishonorably Discharged'. The Feline had to read it over and over again in his brain and even out loud as he was even more confused.
There was no way on God's green earth that Brisco was ever officially fired from the CIA, It was an impossible scenario in Pebble's imagination. "That's Bullshit, my dad wasn't fired, He left on his own accord" He said to himself seemingly giving his father an emotional pat on the back.
Pebbles flipping the page, delving deeper to this mystery he had willingly put himself into, Within the folder were extra documents of details on each mission he had gone on and carried successfully carried out. Luckily for Pebbles he didn't have to scour the whole folder word by word looking for the tiniest clue as to what he was trying to find out.
Thanks to the conversation Pebbles had listened in to between the two agents over the phone back in Adventure bay, it had narrowed it down pretty well as to what he was looking for. Pebbles had recalled himself asking the agent about his father's mission in Cuba, Now seeming to be a pretty big factor as to why Brisco was seemingly fired from the CIA.
Flipping the documents all the way down the to the last few as if it was were a large book. Getting himself comfortable on the rough dirt covered ground, ready for a very long reading session.
CUBA, HAVANNA
1986
Two Soldiers standing guard at a back entrance of a large open building, one smoking a cigar and other fiddling with the barrel of his rifle that was across his chest. Both seemed steady and non-focused on their duty, Whatever they must have been guarding must be a national security risk.
However, there was not much of a risk to be found. All the public had access to this building as it large waves of cheers and wailing were heard even from outside the building, lights bright even though it was the afternoon with the sun beaming down on the tropical communist island, Didn't help as the two guards were in full green military camo.
"No mames Cabron, This sun is going to kill me out here" One of the soldiers said, taking the hat off from over his head and whipping it across his forehead to reveal several damp waves of sweat he had marked off. "Si" The other replied nonchalantly with a shrug, just trying his best to not bother with the hot star in the sky and more on his deliciously smooth cigar he puffed in and out from.
Sudden, The Bush in front of the them began to shake and rustle, both were caught off guard as they shoot and grabbed the guns across their chest and aim their barrels at the medium shrub. "Come out with their hands up Cabron!" One shouted, not knowing what or who he was barking orders at but making it clear that he wasn't going to fire any warning shots.
After the order, A Small Orange cat came walking out the bush. His eyes were big and wide with his ears flopping down as well. Suddenly stopping in his little pawed tracks to lay flat on the ground against his back, waving his paw in the air as if he was trying to grab an invisible item. Both the Soldiers looked in aww at the cuteness that the feline emitted at his performance.
"Awwww, Hes so cute" one said, lowering his rifle and grabbing the cat up from under his paws and holding up in the air to admire him a bit more. "What's up little guy, Did you come to break into the Stadium or something" He questioned jokingly, imitating in a baby voice to the cat who looked deep into the soldiers eyes.
The Cat just purred in response as the soldier just chuckled and placed the cat on his shoulder. "Heh, Glad you found an amigo with the same level of intelligence as you" The other soldier replied with a joking smile, turning away from the two to face the opposite direction to light his cigar again.
"Hey Fuck Y-"Suddenly being cut off as his voice gurgled, Startled before looking back to see the Feline holding a small blade in his hand looking at the other soldier with a death stare as the other soldier layed flat on the ground on his stomach, blood pooling out from his throat laying lifeless on the dirt covered ground.
The other soldier dropped his cigar and fumbling to properly grab his rifle across his chest, abruptly being halted as the Orange Cat threw the blade at the Soldier, the blade flying clean through the air and landing right into the soldier's throat. The Soldier stumbled back from being caught off guard from the attack, falling back against the outer wall of the stadium.
His tried to uttered words of curses and last remarks however his voice was gurgled just like his colleague's own. Reaching out his hand to the cat before being brushed off. Placing his paw back on the handle of the blade as he looked the soldier in the eyes.
"Meow Motherfucker" he said before twisting the blade and ending the Soldier's life in a gruesome fashion. His body fell faint as he was now deceased. "This is Special Agent Brisco, I've successfully made entry into the Stadium" He said in his earpiece as he turned around and made his way into the stadium through the once guarded door.
"Excellent, Make your way to the VIP Lounge of the Top Area of the Stadium and meet up with one of our informants disguises as a bartender, He'll supply you with the tool to need to complete your mission to kill Fidel Castro"
"Roger that" He replied.
Walking through tough halls within the stadium, hearing fans cheer and the endless nonsensical chatter that would stream into the Feline's ears as he tried to make sense of where he was going but also still being cautious of not being questioned on sight. There was no real issue with him being seen now, the chances of him being accused of a spy from the United States was one in a million at this point, but never zero.
"Brisco, Have you found it yet?"
"I'm trying, I don't understand why I was put on this mission anyways, I don't understand that much of Spanish, I'd rather be sabotaging terrorists bombs in the middle east again" He stated as he pressed his ear against a thin wall, hearing vibrant Hispanic music and voices of playful banter. Peaking around the corner and seeing a very luxurious lounge with a bar, tables and enough liquor and food to pass out from. Above all else, a top view to look down at the open field of the stadium at the active game going down. "Jackpot" He said, walking into the Lounge.
"I've found the Bar"
"Good, Meet the Bartender and get what you need, and also try not to get caught while you're at it"
"Helpful advice" He sarcastically said, walking over to the bar and taking the first seat. Looking to his side to see other Felines, Canines and Humans also seated there, not paying much mind to him as they just talked to their compadres to their sides. However, this wasn't true for the Bartender. Walking over to Brisco cleaning a dirt class with a rag.
"Que Pasa, what can I get you?"
"I'm here to pick up a package…A very important package under the name, Fidel" He replied, winking at the Bartender. Seeing the Bartender look at his other customers at the counter before putting down the glass he had in his hand. "You know you don't have to be so obvious about it, They told me you were coming" He replied.
"Here" He stated, suddenly motioning the orange feline to lean in closer for something more private, handing the cat a small bottom of a coloured liquid with a spray top and fancy label.
"Is this…Is this Cologne, Are you trying to say I smell bad or something?"
"No, It's a Poisonous Liquid disguised as cologne. Just simply spray it onto Castro's skin for it to take effect, he'll smell like sweet apples for a few hours but after that he'll drop dead like a sack of soviet potatoes. Castro is in secluded room right next to this one, You'll need to act fast and get out before anyone suspects a thing" He relayed to the Special Agent.
"Got it, Can I actually get a drink though, I haven't had anything to drink since I got on this dumb island" Brisco asked, seeing the Bartender only shrug, It wasn't a big favour he was asking after all.
"Sure, What do you want?"
"Can I get milk?"
"We don't have that"
"Well can I have some Wine?"
"We don't have that"
"Rum, You gotta have Rum right?"
"Nope"
"You're telling me this is a VIP Lounge and there is nothing to drink?"
"All our Drinks are reserved for Castro and his Elites in the other room, Can't serve them or else they next time you'll see me is with a Blindfold, tied to a poll with Soldiers pointing guns at me"
"Fucking Commies, Got anything to eat then?"
"This is a Communist Country and you're asking for food?"
"Touche, I'll have some water then"
"Good Choice" He said before turning around to fetch Brisco's requested drink, suddenly being grabbed by Brisco himself as he supposedly had something else to say. "Hey, Who's that over there?" he asked, pointing over to a table. Looking at a Female Feline, her fur was black and white with a yellow flower tucked in between one of her ears.
A Small candle illuminated the small table she sat at, not by much but enough to see her face, and by God was it candy to Brisco's eyes. He just couldn't take her eyes off her, not even for a second even as she paid no mind to him. "Dunno, she hasn't ordered anything since she got here. Come to think of it, She hasn't even said a word and even gotten out of that chair"
"You know what they say, Shy Women are just asking for a little charm"
"I have never heard anyone say that in my life"
"Well you just heard me say it, Wish me luck" He said, swashing his fur back in a slick way before walking over to the Female cat to make his move, suddenly being grabbed by the Bartender. "What about the Mission?"
"Yeah Yeah I'll get to that" He said shrugging over the Bartender as he walked over to the Black and White feline. Locking with her gorgeous eyes. "Hola Senorita, Clres en amr a prmera vista, o dbe perte otr vez? (Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by you again?)" He charmingly said to her as he approached, pointing out paws flat in a chill manner.
The Black and White Feline just smiled and giggled. "Well you got the first part right, But the rest was just sloppy Its 'Crees en amor a primera vista, o debo pasarte otra vez'?" She corrected him on his mish mash Spanish one liner.
In Brisco's mind, that was a total disaster. Even just a little correction like that put a planet sized dent in his healthy confidence. Clearing his throat as he looked all around the lounge trying to avoid eye contact. Quite humourous as just a few seconds ago he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Ahem uhhh…Is this seat taken?" he asked, her replying by just casually shaking her head with a smile. Taking his seat on the other side of the table just a tiny distance from her. "You're not from here, are you?" She asked.
"What gave that away?"
"That fact that you have the Spanish of third grader, and Cuban Cats aren't as handsome as you" She said, playing with the orange cat's heart as it didn't take a person with a science degree to see she was making a move on him as well.
"Heh well, Not to brag but I passed my Spanish tests back in High School and I got a sticker from the teacher" Brisco jokingly flexed, earning him some laughs from the Female. "My name is Brisco by the way" He said.
"I'm Elizabeth, Got to admit, I don't see many Cats like you around here, Where are you from?"
"The Good Old United States" He responded with great pride, puffing out his chest wearing his nationality like an imaginary badge of honour across his furry chest.
"Oooo so tell me, What's an American doing in a country like this?"
"I uhhh, you know…American Business stuff, I run my own Company in fact. We make umm….Cologne" He explained, pulling out the small bottle of poison that was given to him labelled as fake cologne for men.
"I like business men, Can I get a wiff?" she asked, leaning forward to smell the Cologne. "No!" He said, stretching the small bottle far away from her, Elizabeth sitting back in her seat seemingly looking a bit offended as how he had just shouted.
"I-I mean, it's a prototype and you may not like it" He replied, Seeing her shrug very unsatisfied in a way as she pouted. "Hey, you can buy it when it comes out" He said.
"I-I don't have enough money, I can barely afford food most nights with my Teaching Job"
"Oh, But-But you're in this VIP Lounge, how much did you spend to get in here?" He asked.
"I-I snuck in, I really wanted to see this game, It's the only fun thing I can do. It must be nice to live in the United States" She stated with a tear running down and merging with the fur on the side of her face. Brisco looking it her eyes, still beautiful as ever but sadder than ever.
Looking down at the small bottle of poison he held for his mission and looking back at her, he knew what he had to do but he also knew he couldn't do both at the same time, It either the Mission or Elizabeth. Breathing in and out deeply as he came to his final verdict.
"Follow me" He requested, getting up from his seat and caressing Elizabeth's path in a single stroke, motioning for her to follow him. Obliging the Orange Feline as she followed behind Brisco as he walked over to the edge of the Balcony that looked down over the Baseball Game going on doing below. Brisco planting his paws firmly on the edge before hopping right over the railing, holding on tight or else he would fall to certain death.
"Are you crazy?!" She questioned, thinking this wasn't normal behaviour for anyone to just suddenly put their life over the edge in such a way, figuratively and literally. "Do you trust me, Elizabeth?"
"N-No, I barely know you, Come back over the Railings!"
"Well just trust me, Cmon" Brisco invited, scaling alongside the railings as reach over to the very edge, standing on a small flat area that was just a few inches wide. "You…You're Insane!" She shouted.
"Just take my paw, Trust me" He asked, extending his paw outward to the Black and White Cuban Cat, Elizabeth starting to shake as he battled in her mind either to walk away or to put her trust a person, she had just met a few moments ago. "Elizabeth, Look into my eyes. I will never, ever, let anything bad happen to you, so long as I live and standing right beside you" He confessed as he noticed her fear starting to stack.
Finally relenting as she took his paw and stepped over the railing, suddenly Brisco taking her by the waist and throwing her up in the air. Elizabeth wailing and screaming as she froze still like a piece of wood. Suddenly feeling herself landing on a flat surface, her eyes sealed shut in fear as she slowly started to open them one second at a time to see herself standing flat on the Roof of the Stadium, at the very top looking over the entire crowd and even many buildings in Havanna.
"So, What do you think?" Brisco asked as he slowly climbed from the a Thin Pipe that ran up the wall, Seeing the Female Feline still in shock but not too long as he fear turned into excitement. "That-That was amazing, Bien Gracias Brisco, Where on earth did you learn to do something like this?"
"Ummm…You know, School Stuff"
"This view…Oh my Gosh, It's so beautiful" Elizabeth admired, Looking over the Sunset, The Sky was a mix of Orange and other tropical warm colours. Small lights in Havanna illuminated so much so that it looked like small stars in a nights sky. Out of the corner of his eye, Seeing Elizabeth scootch right next to Brisco and rest her head on his side.
Brisco not moving an inch, shortening his breath even to not even slightly disturb her peaceful moment of bliss, Both of them looking off into the sunset but Brisco just couldn't shake the thought of him forgetting something, Looking back at the small bottle of cologne poison he had tucked in between his neck and his collar. "Oh Crap" He said.
"What's wrong?"
"Umm…Nothing Important"
"Woah, So that's how my Mom met my Dad, Awesome" Pebbles commented on his new knowledge of his Parents, Continuing to see the aftermath of the Mission that his Father had seemingly disregarded. "So according to this Document, Castro left the Stadium soon after and the Mission was declared a Failure due to Brisco's neglect of duty" Pebbles read out.
"I mean, It wasn't a total failure, So what he forgot to do something because he met the woman of his dream, I don't see how that's him being a Traitor. There's got to be more to this" Pebbles said, flipping through more Mission Files all to see a small similarity starting to emerge.
"All his Missions after that were back in Cuba, He even rejected Missions in other countries and made up false intel just to go back to Cuba to meet up back with her" Pebbles uncovered, looking at Rejected Mission reports signed off by Brisco himself and making false Intelligence Reports written by Brisco to justify him going back to Cuba.
"But what about his last mission, There's got to be something that reveals what really happened. S-So what if he lied about intelligence and made-up Information to the CIA, Th-That doesn't make him bad" Pebbles said as he flipped to the back of the Folder, revealing one final and single document, the last mission Brisco ever went on, just waiting to be read and revealed.
"Time to figure out the real truth"