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Mar 05, 2013 06:00AM
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Mason walked into the room
A supervisor in a tight dress stood before them
"what are we supposed to do?"
She silently handed them files, filed with russian news articles
He looked over them and nodded
"Arms dealers in Russia have been storing anti-us sentiments. Go in and extract the location of their next shipment from uri pavlov, weapons specialist"
Mason nodded"who will i go with?"
"Me" Kate said, her eyes darting observably to him.
he looked at her and nodded"so when do we go?"
She glanced at her watch. "Two hours" she said simply, walking back into the hall, to her desk in the busy agent room
he looked at her leave and then looked around...he then followed"what do i do till then?"
She tossed him the folder. "What is your name?" she asked firmly.
"Mason.."he caught the folder and opened it
"No." she hit the desk, though her expression was firm. "Read it. What is your name?"
he read it"oh its Ron Helson?"((did you mean code name because i dont know:) ))
"Yes. That is the fake name Pavlov will know you by," she picked up her own file but did not open it. "We will be staying at an arms convention in Italy at the Grand Hotel Majestic, or gia Baglioni." she said te words beautifully. "You are a wealthy arms dealer and I am your "translator." You have three children and a wife back home in Dublin. What are their names and ages?"
he looked back at it"Don is 15 Hem is 12 and Willy is 5 My wife is Chelsey"he looked up and smiled
She nodded. "Perfect. And I am your 'translator'. We will share a room on the ninth floor. Number five-o-two. What is my name? Can you fake an Irish Dublin accent?" she pursued.
"youres is Avril,and yes i can fake a Irish Dublin accent"he smiled
"Very good!" she smiled, glancing up at him as she opened her file. "And what purpose do you need a translator for, if you Italian?" she asked slowly.
he paused"um because...i was raised in Dublin?"he didn`t know
"No." she laughed slowly and sarcastically. "Translator just keeps your wife happy. That is what the men will want to hear. What was your company's profit last year? And what is your favorite cocktail?"
"umm...my profit 5.6 million and my favorite Cocktail is...A yellow bird"he smiled at her sarcastic laugh
"Perfect," she repeated, her voice smooth and silky before her trickling laugh began. "What else?"
he raised an eyebrow"what else??"
"Yes. You will have to think of facts.. and stories, on your feet or we will both be killed" she responded simply.
"So. Think of a story for introducing me. Now. Go" she commanded
he nodded"well a while back i felt my wife just didn`t feel as happy as usual so then i got Avril to keep her happy ever since she has been happy and in a great mood"
Scarlet had been sat silently in the back of the room for a while, she had been directed to watch and analyse, and attempt by herself the jobs a field operative would have to do, seeing as she wished to make the cut, and it was definitely possible, it was only her previous criminal charges that held her back.
She smacked the back of his head. "No, stupid! I'm for you! You told your wife I was a translator to keep her from realizing I was an escort. Read the file!" she commanded, pacing behind him.
he smiled"ohh ok"he nodded and read it again
"He's going to need to study that for a good hour before he'll know it all," Scarlet sighed getting up from her seat, walking over to the desk at which they both stood, and she soon found herself perched on the desk, watching them both.
"Where in Italy are you going?" she asked easily, not particularly looking at them, but more at her nails, examining them in a bored fashion.
"Oh, if you're wondering why I'm here, Q sent me to watch," she added airily, as if it were a second though, "trying to get operative status,"
"Where in Italy are you going?" she asked easily, not particularly looking at them, but more at her nails, examining them in a bored fashion.
"Oh, if you're wondering why I'm here, Q sent me to watch," she added airily, as if it were a second though, "trying to get operative status,"
She shook her head. "Go again." it was growing dark outside, though she didn't notice.
he nodded"alright so i have her as an escort but my wife thinks shes just a translator"he smiled"how was that?"
"You are a billionaire who donates to orphanages and deals arms on the side. You wouldn't be so crude." she insisted.
((Ignore Scarlet, all good x3))
Scarlet leant over and picked up his file, quickly casting her eye over it, committing it all to memory almost instantly.
"What football team do you support?" she asked idly, knowing that football would probably come into conversation, seeing as it was one of the favourite sports of Italy.
Scarlet leant over and picked up his file, quickly casting her eye over it, committing it all to memory almost instantly.
"What football team do you support?" she asked idly, knowing that football would probably come into conversation, seeing as it was one of the favourite sports of Italy.
"Juventushe said quickly
"Thank you Scarlet" she nodded. "You have to answer immediately, and if you break eye contact, they know you're lying."
Scarlet nodded vaguely, "Wine or beer?" she muttered in a bored tone, she wished it was a possibility that she could join, she was probably qualified, she could speak Italian, and she had the right appearance, due to her Hispanic looks, it was not too far from Italian.
"wine..of course"he smiled
"You were raised in Dublin, you'd look like an idiot drinking wine," she sighed, looking up to him with a raised eyebrow.
"You may be Italian, but you are really Irish" she stated, before returning her gaze to the profile.
"You may be Italian, but you are really Irish" she stated, before returning her gaze to the profile.
"Good. Just..get into character," she whispered in his ear from behind, trailing her hand across his shoulders.
He smiled and started to speak in an Irish voice
"Ma'am," Scarlet started, not sure whether she should continue or not, but decided to, "Do you think it'd be possible for me to accompany you on this?" she asked, her voice was confident, and her eye-contact did not waver, she knew if she wanted to get into the field, she'd have to get noticed.
She sighed. "I would love that. But there are no available positions," she responded.
