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- Posted: Fri, 04 May 2012 03:10:51 +0000
- "I really hope they don't show up," the brunette muttered, glancing almost unconcernedly at the cleaner beside her. They had been sitting in the same parked car for nearly ten minutes now and saying the silence was unbearable was definitely an understatement. While Ava was definitely one of Division's finest and someone whom she admired, there was absolutely nothing in common between the two agents. (Well, except the fact that they both seemed blatantly oblivious on how to make small talk.) Shifting awkwardly in the passenger's seat, Lenina fumbled uninterestedly with the zipper on her shirt. It was more for decoration than anything, not some secret, little hiding place for miniature bullets. Honestly, spy movies were beyond inaccurate. There was nothing exciting about doing other people's dirty work and it was even worse when you realize you actually have a knack for it. Under the dashboard, next to her feet, was where her actual "spy gear" was located. It was disguised as your run-of-the-mill handbag, but inside it was filled with her favorite gun and ammunition. She had never been big on weapons and hand-to-hand combat had always been her forte. However, if your enemy is armed, you might as well be too.
Hoping to ease the tension with her and Ava, Lenina added, "It's not that I'm going against Kramer or anything, but it would just be too much... work." She was talking about the rogue agents: Parker Grayson, Cam Durand, Drew Everett, and Riley. Riley Trivoley⎯her ex-best friend, the one person she trusted more than anyone, and a high-priority traitor on Division's hit list. It wasn't only Riley that she had a connection with though. In fact, Lenina had a connection with almost all of the rogue agents. Parker had been her mentor back when she was a recruit, all the way up until he suddenly disappeared. He was like a big brother to her, but that never stopped her from developing an innocent crush. Camille, like Parker, was someone she admired. She was like this untouchable, powerful person who always completed missions perfectly and who also had a life of her own. She was someone that Lenina wanted to become and perhaps her betrayal was the most shocking of them all. Drew's escape was more predicable. He had always been different from everyone else in Division and despite their contradicting personalities, she liked him enough. Perhaps it was thanks to their no-strings-attached, late night "sessions", but they developed a bond and it was sad to see him go. Lenina hated everyone who left, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. She was jealous.
It was thanks to Division that she was still alive today, but Lenina couldn't help but dream of a life without obligation. She was sick of being Kramer's little puppet and more than anything, she wanted a normal life. She wanted to have friends that wouldn't hurt her, unlike Riley, and she wanted to have sex with people she actually loved, unlike Drew. The only thing she even had to look forward to everyday was seeing Division's newest agent, the conflicted mole. There was something special about him that she couldn't even wrap her finger around. He reminded her of Parker, almost, but younger and less experienced. The fact that he was new meant that he was still clean. By clean, she meant of death. "Do you see that?" Lenina muttered, reaching over to tap the ambitious cleaner's arm. She gestured towards a vehicle on the other side of the street, inhabited by a rugged-looking man and a young woman around her age. The woman was almost unrecognizable, but the man was undeniably Parker Grayson. He looked worn-down, but other than that, he was the same as ever: strong, handsome, and concentrated. That meant the woman was probably Riley, heavily disguised. "Mira," she said, knowing full well that the IT was following their every move, "They're here."
As much as Lenina wanted to obey Division orders, the last thing she wanted to do was head straight into combat with people that used to be her friends. She hated them for leaving her, but she didn't hate them enough to kill them. She could kill them if she really wanted to; she could kill anyone if she really wanted to. The problem was, she didn't. Ava probably did though. He was known for being the best cleaner alive and anyone with the heart, of lack of a heart, to hold a job like that was definitely capable of killing without emotions. It was admirable, but this wasn't the time to be admiring him. Thankfully, she knew that Mira wasn't going to call a hit quite yet. It was her and Ava's job to sit tight in case the rogue agents infiltrated Arder & Sline, not in case they showed up at the scene. Besides, Josie and them weren't informed that there would be any backup besides Oli. The only person who knew about Operation Quick Kill was Mira and she wouldn't be so quick to give up Division's trump card.
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- Posted: Sat, 05 May 2012 01:55:19 +0000
"I feel like I'm hacking my school's cafeteria menu again," Drew Everett muttered to Camille, as his eyes stayed glued to his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as he hacked into Division. It was a relatively easy job. He had been doing it for some while now. Having created a hole in Division's computer network - a hole that allowed the mole and he to communicate without Mira or Kramer even finding out. It was virtually untraceable, you'd have to really to be looking for it to even find it, and judging from Mira he doubted she would come across it anytime soon. While he had fried the hacking system in Division that provided a backdoor to nearly every security system and a way past every firewall in the hardest government sectors, Mira seemed to have fixed that seeing as Division was still up and running. As far as Andrew was concerned, they would never live up to their full operating potential again, without him. He liked to believe he was better than Mira. Had she saved countless agents asses by warning them of trouble or tracking a phone call to the room it was by the soundwaves that bounced off from the person's voice? Probably not. Drew wasn't a particularly arrogant guy, but when it came to computers and hacking, and intelligence, he had the right to be.
Finally getting past Division's multiple firewalls, he got into the database of missions. One was marked, "Operation Ladybird." Clicking on it, the details were brought up. Adjusting his headset, drew spoke into the microphone that would in turn transmit his words to Parker and Riley, "They're sending in, Parker's brother and Josie, god didn't know she was activated already...This mission isn't going to be too hard if Kramer's niece is there..." Drew muttered, skimming through the other details of the mission that were insignificant. He had never been fond of Josie. She had made an attempt to try to get him know him when he was still at Division. However, she ended up spilling coffee all over his custom keyboard, and well...to be honest she was an idiot. How the hell was she related to Kramer? Drew was convinced if she got a gun in hand she would point it at herself and end up killing herself rather than the target. The male had a low tolerance for people of low intelligence....and Josie was the epitome of that. The fact that Kramer sent her out in the field already made him a little more happier that he had left Division when he had. He could only imagine what telling the brunette to do would be like...Drew couldn't help but shudder at the thought.
"It looks like they're trying to see if he's going to-" and just like that Mira slammed the virtual door in his face, kicking him out of Division's network. "s**t." He swore, rolling his eyes. "They're trying to find something out about him before they assassinate him - I think." While the IT had locked him out of Division's network he still had all the security cameras in Arder&Sline hacked, and could see everything - even the couple who was having a little too much fun in some office.
Scrolling through the cameras, Drew spoke again, "I saw Josie and Parker's brother pass through security a minute ago. Some man met them...I'm assuming it's Mitchell. There's security on every entrance but a side one near the back of the building. That leads into a furnace room though...and a long series of hallways to the main building..." Drew told Parker and Riley, scowling at the screen as he flipped through the cameras. He had pulled up a layout of the building as well. If they wanted to slip by security they'd have to almost go through a maze to get to where the office in Arder&Sline were. They could walk in the front door, but judging from the security they had he doubted they'd get by without some kind of identification or personal escort - like Mitchell.
Before he had been booted out of the Division Network he had found Ava and Lenina's name in the operation report as well. He hadn't seen them anywhere in the building, and was curious as to where the two were hiding out. Clicking through the cameras, the male looked at the camera he had trained on where Parker and Riley were in their hideout van. Another-not-so-suspicious car sat a little ways from them on the other side of the street. Zooming in, he called Camille over, squinting at the face he could see in the car. "Tell me - is it too ironic that Lenina and Ava are sitting right across the street from Riley and Parker?" Drew asked her. "If you guys care to do a little side work, you may want to check out the black car across the street...they're not very good at hiding." Drew told Parker and Riley, staring at the two faces on the grainy traffic cam before finally looking back to the other cameras. While he had been out of Division for a while now, he still felt guilty of the friends he had left behind. If he could have he would of attempted to get them out, but it would have been too much of a hassle and would have arose suspicion.
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- Posted: Mon, 07 May 2012 05:31:28 +0000
- There was nothing more uncomfortable than making a s**t on a toilet with no walls.
Fortunately, that was not what Camille was currently doing. She was sitting on the ground, an array of bullets and guns spread in front of her. Tomorrow would be her and Parker's trip out to Texas, and she had to make sure that her 'babies', (which was what she referred to them as) were clean and in top condition. She rubbed the surface of one with a cloth and looked up at Drew. He was furiously tapping away at his keyboard, and there was a crease in his brow from concentrating. The room was quiet, and Cam hummed to herself as she thought about what Parker and Riley were currently doing. The mission today was full of importance, and she knew that if her two friends didn't make it out, there would be no way of getting to Texas tomorrow. They needed the black boxes, and that meant the rouge agents had to be alive. Drew hollered something to her, and she chuckled. She had heard it countless times, and shot him a smile, just to make him feel better about himself. They had been friends for a very long time, and Camille loved him like they were family. He made him laugh, and despite the fact that many would find his talk of hard drives and data bases completely boring, Cam loved it. It was interesting to her. After all, a lot of the technology that the boy used was in contrast of the ones that sat in her own little guns. She wished that Riley was there, just to make things ease up a little, but she knew that they had a mission to accomplish. Riley had only arrived a few months ago, but already she had grown on the brunette. They had parties, and it was never, ever a dull moment when they were together. She could remember when it was just her, Drew, and Parker. It was nice being with them, away from the drab walls of the Division headquarters, but it was completely mind numbing being the only girl in a group of overly serious boys. When Riley arrived, she laughed more, and had even acquired a new little sister.
At the mention of Josephine's name, Camille's head sprung up. She frowned and looked back down at a splotch of blood at the handle of one of her guns. She sighed. Although Kramer's cousin was not the most able, or talented, or logical, or graceful, or intelligent, or powerful, or extraordinary agent, she was sweet, and Cam missed her. There relationship was one full of tolerance, on Camille's part. She loved Kramer as an uncle, because he had nearly raised her since she was a teenager, but his corrupted ideologies only seemed to drive her away. Josephine was one of her closest friends at the Division. They hung out often, but when she could no longer take the agent's babble, she would leave as soon as possible. Ditching her wasn't something that Cam liked to do, but she had to save her brain cells somehow. She had even attempted to give the younger girl some tips on how to fire a gun or defend herself. By the second time Josie nearly blew off her fingers, there was no more gun and just strict hand to hand combat. Even then, it was useless. She wondered how the girl was coping back home, and she shook the thoughts away. She was rouge. She was free. There would be no more thoughts of Division that caused her heart to sometimes seize up with sadness. The blood would not come off her gun, and she grunted in frustration. Pushing herself up from the hardwood, and walked over to the sink and turned it on, rubbing a bit of water into the mark. It washed down into the drain with red streaks. She didn't wonder whose blood it was, simply because she didn't have the will to care anymore. Whoever she killed now, it was because she had to. It was either them, or her, after all.
Drew hollered her over, and she dropped the gun back into one of her suitcases. She leaned down in front of the screen and squinted. She giggled. "Does Ava ever go in disguise? He looks so serious." She moved her eyes toward the tiny figure that was Lenina. Not too far away were Riley and Parker. "s**t, this grainy camera isn't doing anything for Parker's scruffy appearance, huh?" Her mind wandered for a second, and she blinked back into reality. "They're smarter than this, you know. They're Division's top agents, not idiots. I think they were waiting for them." She looked back down at her guns. "Should I go and check it out?" she said the words bitterly, and then laughed uncomfortably at the end. She had though countless times about what she would do if she was faced with the decision to kill her friends, but hadn't decided exactly what would happen yet. She wasn't particularly close with Ava, because he was so antisocial, but she liked Lenina. She was cute, and she also had so much potential. She knew that all four of the rouge agents had connections with the girl, and she wondered how Riley and Parker would feel if they had to put a bullet right in between her eyes. She shuttered, and pushed the thought away. "Is Mira giving you a hard time?" she asked, teasingly. She knew that Drew would hate the question. He was completely confident in his abilities, and the fact that the IT was currently going head to head with him was probably starting to annoy him.
She plopped down on one of the couches and picked up one of her hand guns. Taped on the cement ceiling was a target, and she shot upward a few times. They hit straight through the middle, and she yawned. The shots probably scared the s**t out of Drew, but nobody outside the warehouse would hear any of the sounds. They were too secluded, too far away. "I'm so bored, Drew!" she whined and then shot the target a few more times. "After you're done, let's get some drinks and do some karaoke." The chances of the hacker actually agreeing to have some fun was unlikely, but it didn't hurt to ask. She just hoped that Riley would come back in one piece, and then they could get some fresh air. Living in a warehouse with no walls drove her mad sometimes, despite the fact that she wouldn't want to be anywhere else.