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Bella moved into the helicopter, she found herself sitting next to Jordon and so therefore decided to engage in conversation. "So SIA. They
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different to section. I mean, they seem less harsh maybe?" She had noticed that things weren't as tense in this place but she had little to do with them so far and she needed to know what kind of atmosphere she was working with. Were they the cold blooded killer, tortures, means justify the end type of people? Or were they less like the terrorists in that way. Paige who had seemed so unhappy before seemed less unhappy now. She remembered Saf and Paige escaping from the first mission she went on, would they try that from a place like SIA as well. Jordon who had seemed a little stiff before didn't seem to maintain that fa�ade, perhaps it was just being in the briefing room, or the presence of the head guys that had made her tense. People had always been tense around Operations, Madeline and Michael. Jordan shrugged, waiting a moment for the noise to die down a bit before answering, "Ya, they are different, hell alot different really. Like look at what we can do, we can almost have separate lives, you know jobs. Beats section by far. That place is a hole." Jordan stopped, crindging slightly. "Well, maybe not a hole, my words may be a bit harsh, but I think you can understand where I'm coming from." Bella guessed she knew, but at least in section she had known the rules she hated having to relearn rules. "I guess, I don't like having to learn new rules. But it is nice to have a life outside it all." "So what do you do then, I mean your cover?" "I run a fashion house, heading my own line aswell. It's kind of my thing, I majored in fashion design in uni so�that's why the sketch book." She held it up, most of the time she forgot she had it but she rarelt put it down. "That's awesome, your passion. My passion is books, especially rare and hard to find ones. You should come out to my bookstore sometime and I can show you a few good books. Got trouble sleeping?" She paused for only a second, before continuing, Bella shrugged, she didn't find the lack of sleep a problem "Well, I got some books that are guarenteed to put you to sleep." Jordan laughed, "I mean, you can really read only so much history, and have you tried reading about the Canadian Constitution, dry as toast!" "Sounds like some of our text books at uni. Or maybe my assistant." She smiled to herself. The conversation continued, light and not very important, but getting to know someone was nice, Bella had forgotten how much of a social creature she had once been. It was hard to exercise ones social wings when you knew no one. She savoured the conversation, enjoying it for what it was. The two seemed to get along, well as much as you could within the first few hours of meeting each other. All the way through the transit Bella watched Paige and Jaime, they were the most interesting part of the trip to Russia. She didn't get too close or stare or anything but she could feel something in the air between them and she was sure that in a past life she had been a cat because her curiosity had almost killed a few times in her life. On the plane she also sat near Jordon, they conversed a bit not much to speak about, nothing really eventful happened. Paige at one point had to go look at a computer, but not much happened there either. Bella was hoping that she's see a bit more action once they arrived. They landed and transferred to the van that had travelled with them. Saf had taken the drivers seat and Bella, whilst sitting in the back wondered why on earth anyone had let her do that. She like fast cars, speed was fun, but vans were not made for rally car driving and blind speed was just nerve racking. However she sat, face calm, eyes bored in the van like a good little girl. Finally they slowed down and she felt her shoulders release some tension she didn't realise she was holding, a bang came on the side of the van as Saf let them know it was safe to get out. Out was good. They exited the van, quiet now, mission had started, all lights off all senses heightened, concentration extreme. Simon gave her the go ahead and she took off, as fast and as quiet as she could. This was the life, she felt the air against her face, smelt the damp aroma of trees at night, felt the darkness pressing in against her skin. She loved this. To think she had resisted getting involved in this world for so long. She quickly moved her thoughts on, she didn't want to think of him tonight, she was having too much fun. She suppressed a laugh of exhilaration. Locating her destination she took position and called in. The others would be off taking their own positions she briefly wondered if they felt as alive as her doing things like this. Admittedly nothing had happened as yet but there was that potential that rang through her blood. Jaime came through the comms telling her she was clear. It was nice to know, always good to be clear, bad skin was annoying. Ok not the time for jokes not even quiet ones to herself. Smiling she stayed alert, all eye on the dacha and the trees surrounding her. Ok so her post was dull but hey it was a post, not another quiet night not sleeping at home. The thermal devices went out, Simon confirmed incoming info. "Alpha 2 from Tac 1, target is in 4 north golf, two bogeys outside, one at each end of the hallway, six more on the 3 floor and static, 4 at the front doors, 4 at the back. Two rovers on the first floor, ambiguous movement." "No roofers?" Paige asked. There was a pause before Simon answered. "No roofers, confirmed." Bella was watching so closely at�nothing. So the rest of the team got involved in the mission, she listened watching them in her minds eye, all the time using her eyes and other senses to makes sure egress was clear. She had movement and reported it in, ok so things were getting interesting. Whoa, what the..? Bright lights, lots of movement, seems their presence had been announced�by fireworks? That's what is sounded like�that's what it looked like. There was general confusion. "Lots of movement," Bella stated as she saw more people emerging into the night, armed, grumpy looking. "One roofer now." She was ready to help if she could, ready for someone to come to her and block egress, she almost willed them to. `Here kitty kitty." She whispered to herself, the trees were listening but they didn't respond. There were loud popping sounds coming from Paige's way now. What was it, gun fire? Nah she wasn't far enough away from it to be reduced to popping sound yet�fireworks? It was a sound she was familiar with. The IRA often used festivals and fireworks as cover for their dastardly deeds. Things were not going well. This was meant to be a quiet got in get out thing. But then nothing ever seemed to go to plan when lives were counting on it. Now that things were blown her position was redundant, she prepared herself move off when she heard yet another very�very familiar sound from nearby. It was an ominous sound that said so many things in one shot. `You're in trouble now' were the most prominent words that came to her mind. Sighing she turned toward the sound and surely enough there was a person attached to it, not a good guy. "Would you like a saucer of milk?" Return |
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