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Date Posted: 18:18:26 04/08/01 Sun
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's message, "Vows Made 9" on 18:08:01 04/08/01 Sun
I sat in the perch, going over a projected mission and waited for my operatives to show up. I didn’t have to wait long. Alerted to their approach I crossed my legs and darkened for the perch. Then I reached for my coffee and continued reading. The Four entered my office with in seconds of each other. It did not escape my notice that my best and most dangerous operatives stood before me. These were the heart and soul of my Section and my family. I could not however appear to lose control of the situation. I waited for them to speak.
As I expected Jasmine remained quite, still unsure of her footing in the Section, Michael was his quite intimidating self, and Steven took the lead. “ What aren’t you telling us?”
“ You’ve been informed of all you need to know.”
“ Cut the crap, Operations. We’ve worked together for a long time and if I am telling you I need more information then I had better get it!” Steven said. Alarmed Jasmine put a restraining hand on him.
“ Steven, calm down.”
“ You’ve overstepped yourself.” I said my tone deadly.
“ Operations wait, we’re worried about you.” Jason said.
“ It’s not me you should be worried about.”
“ Really?”
“ Later.” Michael said. And the others collected themselves. Their body language though said this was not over.
“ Tell them.” Jasmine advised.
I glanced at her and then at Michael. He remained unresponsive although he had surely figured out the reason this mission was so important. I glanced around at the other occupants of the room, Jasmine and Jason had been there and Jason already knew having been the one to relay the Intel to me. Steven was well… the one man besides Michael in whom I would entrust myself.
Ours was a relationship that had been forged in the fires of Section: had been cooled and sculpted by truth. Ours was a trust that had grown easily then any other in Section. In him I had found a kindred spirit of sorts, we had each held our secrets and carried out orders but unlike the others in this hell. We had never lied or betrayed each other. Steven had worked in One since months before I was brought in. He had been working for Center (or rather Michelle) the whole time. His mission as mine would be was to evaluate Section One and the leadership, but more important in my Michelle’s mind was keeping an eye me.
Once I came back into the fold, I was told to meet with the Center plant already established. It turned out to be one of the elusive Spec. Operatives. Given the nature of their jobs they were given almost complete freedom from surveillance and the man had managed to pull save my life on more occasions then I had cared to count. He had even helped me to find my father. I was of course suspicious of his reasons after all how many times had I been burned by Section? Plus the fact that he was young for his job made me understandably worried but over time the young man had won me over. Our friendship was real and I know he would give his life for me, as I would do the same. All that withstanding could I tell him about this? My question made me laugh inwardly, this man had more resources then I did.
By the time I had taken over the perch he had been the Senior Spec Operative for some time and had been the natural choice for my Second. Still though his arena as my Second for Section was markedly different then Madeline’s was. Steven preferred to over see the Spec Ops and he often went out into the field with his teams. He handed out immediate overseeing of the profiles to the Level 5 operatives directly responsible for the teams, in collaboration with the head of Com. Some said it was a fool hardy idea and a sloppy way to run an organization and it might have been if this was an ordinary organization. But it wasn’t and the teams were more willing to follow the orders of a man that was willing to shoulder the risk himself. It also allowed the leader of Com and the Level 5’s more control, allowing us to evaluate them more closely with out resorting to mind games as often.
I realized I had made my choice and would wade out the consequences, “ She’s Adam Samuelle’s fiancée.” The silence was defining.
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