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June 9, 2008 Safehouse One 1623 hours Jordan sat at the table gently tapping her foot against her chair while she listened to Gray speak of the upcoming mission. She was a little bored with the details and wasn't looking forward to the long flight to Russia. She mind was still reeling at what Gray had said about Jaime. She didn't quite understand how he could be on loan. Section just didn't do that�or so she thought. And then Baz not coming? She didn't like this one bit. She shivered; this was Section all over again. She couldn't do it, nope. She sat back in her chair and breathed calmly, trying to keep from doing something rash, like jumping up and running out of the room. This wasn't like her, what the hell was wrong with her? Come on Jordy, she told herself silently. Suck it up, you know you can. A pile of papers was coming her way from Paige. She grabbed at them, taking one for herself and passing the rest on. She looked down at the map, while listening to Paige. "From our staging area, we've got a half hour or so on foot with adequate coverage. The Dacha is cleared around the building so we'll have to be quick getting inside without being seen. We'd like to complete as much as the profile, if not the entire profile, before losing the element of surprise. Unfortunately, intel is sketchy at best as to how many guards are actually there with the target." She stopped kicking her chair at that point, and focused more. Paige continued, "My proposal is to split up and drop thermal detectors so we can get an idea of who's in there and where they are. We'll adjust as necessary but I'm guessing the target's room is on the fourth floor, middle of the building. Saf and myself will go inside and when the target's eliminated, we'll egress on the west side. Bella, you'll protect our egress route and Jaime will provide sniper. Jordan, we need you to rove on the east between me and Saf. Questions?" Jordan looked over to Paige and waited to see if there would be any, she didn't think there would be and there wasn't. When Simon began to speak, Jordan stopped listening as he was explaining a few things to Bella and Jaime. She still didn't like that Baz wasn't going to be with them. Once the briefing was over, she rose with Paige, who told her they should go meet the newbies. She almost laughed, "I'd hardly call them newbies," she replied, yet followed Paige nonetheless. Paige and Bella spoke for a minute or two before Paige brought her into the conversation, "�this is Jordan, I don't know if you guys worked together or not." Jordan grabbed Bella's outreached hand, shaking it. She hated the formality of it. Why couldn't they just be like `hey, how's it going, I've never seen you in Section, but long time know see. Ain't it nice to be out of that dump?' But that wasn't so. "Good to meet you," she replied, keeping up the charade of formality She didn't have anything against the woman, hell she didn't even know her very well, she just despised being so formal. Bella replied with similar words before they started speaking to Jaime. She wondered if Jaime remembered her. Probably didn't. She had only been on one mission with him, the New York mission when things went terribly wrong, and Jaime had gotten injured pretty bad. Now that she thought of it, wasn't Bella on that mission too�or perhaps she was thinking of someone else. It was all so long ago, or it seemed like that at least. They made their way to the ready room. The more they talked, the more she was put to ease. She wasn't in Section anymore. Maybe more Section people, but she could deal. There was no more of them crazy politics and watching your own back from crazy insane�she shivered remember that Maddy was gone. She once again cleared her mind; she was getting far too emotional. She didn't know what brought it on; perhaps it was the secret burning inside her about Vanessa. She still didn't know what she was going to do. She stepped into the ready room and headed over to get her gear. She put everything on, not really talking to everyone around her. She had her gun and the rest of her stuff in the bag by her feet. She sat down on the bench to put on her boots. She listened to the light conversation between the others, but wasn't really paying attention to the words, more so the tone, which was humorous and more or less happy. Her thoughts drifted back to Vanessa, to one of their missions. Of course they didn't call them missions, instead they called them heats, much like heats in track and field. On this particular heat, some 5 years ago, they were going to break into one of the government buildings, while another smaller group hacked into the mainframe of the computer. She couldn't remember what information they were looking for anymore, but she was sure it was important at the time. Now that she thought about it though, she didn't even see the point of breaking into the place only to set off alarms. But whatever, they did it anyhow. Her thoughts drifted further back to that evening� "Enola, you ready to do this?" Evan asked her. "You're not going to waffle around like you did last time are you?" "Shut-up Evan, of course I'm not. That's over and done with, so forget about it." "Whatever, if you do though, you're out." "Sure, fine, whatever you say," she replied, climbing out of the car. Evan was so high strung, one little mistake. She couldn't help it that she couldn't touch her weapon. It didn't matter what it was, but it was still a weapon. She couldn't even begin to think of hurting anyone. "Okay gang," Evan started, "we are all ready to go, you know what you have to do, so we'll meet back here in 30 minutes." Enola took off behind Vanessa, who had just joined the group. She wasn't too keen on babysitting the girl. They approached the building silently and headed around back to the garbage chute. It wasn't the greatest ways of entry, but them being the only women and thus small enough to fit inside. Crawling up the chute was difficult and extremely stinky. They had to cut through two wire gates. She went first up the chute, and stopped at the top. She couldn't hear a thing outside, so she opened the chute door and climbed out. No one was about, so she signaled to Vanessa it was all clear. Once out, they proceeded down the hall, running past the cameras. They could hear alarms going off in other parts of the building and finally their own. They paused for a moment in the bathroom, the only area of the building that didn't have a camera. Ten more minutes of mayhem ensued and then they made their way out of the building back through the garbage chute. She slide down and landed hard onto the pavement, someone had moved the garbage can. Jordan looked over to where it was and there was a surprised old lady peaking at her from inside the garbage can. She went to get a closer look when a guard jumped out from behind. "FREEZE, HANDS IN THE AIR," he yelled at her. She complied, silently willing Vanessa to not come dropping down. The guard inched closer to her. She heard a thud behind her and the guard looked over and tightened his grip on this gun. Suddenly, the old lady in the dumpster launched herself on to the guard. His gun went off, but the shot went high in the air. The old lady hit the guard, knocking him out. She was impressed at the strength of the old lady. She looked at the two girls, "Serves him right for waking me up. Go on, get out of hear." Enola looked at the lady and then took off. Vanessa behind her was limping and in pain. She could hear other guards coming now, so she grabbed Vanessa, taking her arm and supported her weight. They made it to the car just in time. Evan thought they had been caught and was gonna leave. He made some comment about women being weak. "Screw off Evan," she told him simply. She hated him. As it turned out, Vanessa had broken her ankle falling from the chute to the pavement. But from that moment, Vanessa and herself developed a bond. They told no one of the old lady, what would the rest of the group think anyhow. They were supposed to be the strong ones, but they endlessly joked about the old lady when they were alone. "Jordan?" "Ya?" she replied, realizing where she was. "We're ready to go," Saf told her. "You okay?" "Oh ya, fine," giving no explanation to why she was so deep in thought. She got up and followed the others out, with Saf closely behind her. Return |
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