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Safehouse 2, Woodbridge, New Jersey April 27, 2008 1745 hours Paige left the exam room almost expecting Joshua to come after her. She could almost feel his hands (always these hands) already on her, grabbing her shoulder, but there was nothing. No invasion of her personal space anymore, and once again she ruled over it. She had reached Jordan who was taking her clothes out of her personal bag and stuffing it into another one. "That Riley's bag?" Paige asked softly looking around for her own personal bag. The black one she had used in Section that for some reason always found its way back to her. She shivered thinking she had better get over the Section thing and stop being afraid of anything that covered itself in black. "Yeah, got your stuff?" Jordan seemed rather...how would Paige put it...flat tonight. Not her usual self. "Yeah," Paige mumbled walking over to her bag. Gray and Riley were talking again and completely ignored the tall blonde that passed so close to them. Paige returned to Jordan and put the bag next to Riley's. She opened it and pulled out a black long sleeved turtleneck, face mask and gloves. She already had on black leggings and boots (as did Jordan) so that at least would save some time. The objective, at least in the beginning, was not to draw attention to themselves and two chicks dressed all in black was conspicuous...or at least they thought so. "Good weapons," Jordan said looking through the four or so weapons already in the bag and pulled her gun out of her waistband and after a brief inspection dropped it into the bag. She then straightened and held her hand out to Paige. Paige made a face showing her displeasure and retrieved her own weapon and dropped it into Jordan's hand. "A fool and her weapon are soon parted," Jordy said smiling. Paige watched Jordan for a moment before having no choice but to grin herself. "Feels weird going out," Paige said quietly. Jordan nodded thoughtfully but said nothing. Riley was making his way towards them. "Ready?" he smiled at both of them. Jordan and Paige nodded dutifully clearing the smiles from their faces. Riley nodded then spread the equipment he had in his hand along the small table. "Alright, you'll be using our equipment for comms." He gestured to Jordan and upon her nod proceeded to clasp a small black rope around her throat. The material was thin and seemed to Paige quite stretchy as to not actually choke. "This stays over your throat," he pointed to the small black transmitter embedded into the fabric. "It picks up vibrations so we'll get even the faintest whisper loud and clear." He then attached another wire to the clasp at the back and fitted a small earpiece into Jordan's ear. "So you can hear us." Jordan nodded. "You'll have an open channel to Sara in the van at all times. I'll be able to coordinate with you two as well. Obviously, due to your sensitive classification, the rest of my team will not be able to communicate with you...k?" "How will they know we're on their side?" Paige asked as her stomach turned a little bit more. "They'll be briefed on your aspect of the mission. They are not aware of who you are though they are aware of you. They've dealt with inside agents before..." "What about Baz?" Paige asked suddenly alarmed. "In order to protect Sebastian he'll need to be arrested with the others." Paige stared at Riley...it sounded all too familiar. "I understand your concern but Sebastian was told where you two would be and that he should make his way to you." Riley tried to settle them both obviously noticing how displeased they were. Paige glanced at Jordan who stood with her arms crossed in front of Riley. Neither of them said anything though they nodded their understanding briefly. That was one for Riley, they would even the score later. Gray had made his way over to them now. "We're leaving," he said quietly. Riley nodded and took the comm device back from Jordan and dropped it and another into the bag, "any questions?" Jordan and Paige stared at him, their faces expressionless. 'Say it', Paige's mind taunted Riley, 'say failure is not an option...make it real...make it feel like the old times'. The other familiarities of mission mode, the adrenaline and the euphoria it created had already started seeping into her system. She would just need him to say those few words and she would pull a gun out of the bag and put a bullet in her brain...take that Tigers. Riley only nodded and grabbed the bag shouldering it. "Shall we?" Paige smirked, amused with herself, and nodded towards Jordan. She dutifully ignored Joshua who stood near Rebecca and Wellington. He was not involved in their conversation and kept his eyes on the foursome. Paige didn't know where he would be staged during the mission but she assumed wherever Jackson and Rebecca would be. Paige swung the door open and gestured for Jordan to go through. She did not however, hold the door open for Riley, who was right behind her, and he had to make an effort to keep it from slamming on his shoulder. She giggled as the two skipped lightly down the steps and into the chilling evening air. They made their way to their cars, as they would be driving separately. "Just so you know," Paige leaned into Jordan as they walked, "after we get that stupid surveillance shit done? We're getting Baz." "Damn right," she said spying the two navy blue vans parked conspicuously at the end of the parking lot. She glanced up at Paige who had noticed them as well. "It's all good," Jordan said making a fist and holding it out. Paige nodded and tapped her knuckles lightly, "no bounce, no play." They got to their cars as the others were making their way to the vans. They were going out, not as Section operatives, though Paige still felt that twinge just a little. "Agents, Paige," she said to herself as she started her car. "Not Operatives." With that thought in her head and the Bathroom Tigers momentarily behaving themselves, Paige cranked up her stereo, Blindside was in now wailing out their 'Pitiful' song. "How fitting," she murmured and chirped the tires out of the Safehouse parking lot. Return |
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