The agent stayed silent for a minute, thinking to himselfโฆ A woman claiming to be a scientist, a woman who asked him to visit her lab?
What was her gameโฆ?
โNot a scientist at all, butโฆ Iโll have to think about it.โ
โLeon? Yeahโฆ Iโve heard of him. Why? Whatโs he to you?โ
The agent asked easing an eyebrow. Curiousโฆ How would someone like her know about Leon?
What is her game planโฆ? More importantly, what is his plan if this goes south.
@SPYlSM It was just a simple set of keysโฆ Car, apartment, and his office keys.
He catches it mid air and stashed it in his front left pocket from now on.
โIf youโre gonna tell me, โwith great power comes great responsibility of your personal itemsโโฆ I may have to shoot you.โ
Ada Wongโฆ Thatโs a name heโs heard from time to time. Maybe some old files, small conversationsโฆ
Hearing she was a scientist, especially in the viral mutation, he moves his hand away from the holster of his pistol.
โNames Wyatt. Iโm with the DSO.โ
It would be a few hours laterโฆ
The agent would receive a text message from the rookie agent.
๐ฑ: Wyatt here. En-route to your location.
He would send the message before he would begin to head off after dropping off the case at HQ.
God knows what mission he was on.
Wyatt sighed a bit and shook his head.
โThis whole cat and mouse gameโฆ Swear to god if a fucking person tells me Iโm in the wrong castleโฆโ
Wyatt shook his head once more before driving off back to HQ.
๐ฑ: Good. Exfil required. FOS to issue clean car & burner after drop. My number & location will be preloaded. Text when en-route. Park in front. Stop for no one. โ42โ
-around, nothing. All seemed good.
He nods and puts his pistol away in his holster before crouching down and getting the case from under the seat. He nodded before closing the door and walking away, getting his phone out.
๐ฑ: Case secured. On my way back to HQ.
Wyatt nods at the text and spots the Blue Civic. He takes a deep breath before getting his handgun out from the glove compartment.
He slowly steps over to the car, getting to the passenger. Having his pistol out on his right hand, he opens the door with his left and scans-
Wyatt looked at the text and sighed a bit. โDesk work used to be more simpler than thisโฆโ
Wyatt said to himself as he looked at his GPS.
๐ฑ: Two miles out from coordinates.
โThe hell is- Hello? Hello?โ Wyatt looked at his phone, โCall Endedโ.
โGreatโฆโ Wyatt sighed and looks around, putting his phone back in his pocket before getting in his car and begins driving south, right where he was supposed to go.
A casual, but focused, female voice replies, "This is Agent 42, currently on assignment. Get in your car and drive south. I'll text you a location for a priority intel pickup. Get there ASAP, text me when you're close." A beep signals the call has ended.
โItโs my job. No matter the task, Iโll put a stop to whatever hellish nightmare comes my wayโฆโ
A response from him that almost sounded like a Boy Scout.
โIโm not that young either, lady. So one last timeโฆ Who are you and what are you doing here?โ
This could definitely end up worse for him. The rookie didnโt even stand a chance againstโฆ Whoever she was.
โOh yeah? What makes you say that?โ
The rookie looked around his surroundings, just to make sure this wasnโt some trap. Or if anyone else was around.
โณ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ปโด
I am 21+, so thereโs that. All good for mature interactions and more.
They/Them as my preference, thanks!
EST timezone but I work a lot and focused on that more than RPs, so if I miss you, Iโm SO sorry!
The rookie shifted his stance and turns around, having the palm of his right hand on his gun holster, ready to take his handgun out.
โMaโamโฆ This isnโt a safe area. What are you doing here?โ