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Date Posted: 04:59:55 05/04/06 Thu
Author: Gianna
Subject:
Don't tell me what to think, 'cause I don't care this time
Don't tell me what to believe, 'cause you won't be there to catch me when I fall
But you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Miss me when I'm gone again


(She shifted her weight, cursing the five inch stilletos that adorned her slim feet.. they were making her back ache like crazy. That or it could just be the fact that she was exhausted, overworked, unpampered, annoyed.. and pregnant. Her intelligent gaze moved over the bustling intersection in Bangkok, Thailand and even though a pair of prada shades covered them, her eyes were still sore from the myriad of bright lights. She just wasn't used to so many bright marquees that were running twenty-four hours a day. She shifted back in the shadows of the strip club's front entrance and smiled as a handsome american man looked her over.. they always thought she was for sale.. though she didn't blame them for mistaking her for one of the millions of women who did sell themselves for anything from food, to drugs and money. She had been working undercover in a sting operation meant to bring down the head of an international syndicate.. a man who was taking part in the trading of young girls all over the world for sex slaves and prostitutes. For almost a week now she had been helping them find and lure in the girls, though she was also secretly 'selling' the girls to men she knew that would wire in the money and then set the girls free or return them home unharmed. She was getting close to being able to take the man down, but her plans were about to be foiled. The door opened a crack and she leaned back almost imperceptibly as a man quietly told her that 'the man' wanted her. With a bit of annoyance, part of her cover, she shifted and slipped through the door, adjusting the tan leather halter she was wearing over her skin tight tan mini skirt. She could smell blood as she passed the ballroom on the right, the room where the more influential guests could secure high profile adult entertainment.. and though she wanted to investigate she had to continue up to the head office at the end of the hall.) I can't make money if I am not on the street, boss. (She said with the same annoyance in her tone that had shown before in her eyes. She was playing the role of a mercenary on the other side of the law, showing her annoyance at being anything less than valuable to the organization and constantly letting her independant streak out. 'The boss' seemed to like it, and had been taken with the dark haird minx from the beginning.. so it was no surprise to her when the russian merely smiled and chuckled in that deep rumbling voice he had. He told her that they had been infiltrated, and that his men had eradicated the problem. She felt ice fill her insides as she tried to read the other man, wondering if he was leading her on only to kill her.. or if he was really informing her to keep her eyes open. When the man told her that she was now going to have to take over some other territory to clean up the mess, she nodded despite the intense relief inside her.) Good help is hard to find, boss. (She commented saucily and then left his office, not letting out her breath until she was safely outside the building and had taken up a position that afforded her as much privacy as she could get. She was alone now.. that smell had been the two marines, three seals and the army ranger that had accompanied her.. the whole mission was laying on her head now. Never once did she feel afraid for her life, she knew that she was expendable and was okay with that.. nor was she afraid about the baby.. it was the spawn of rapists as far as she knew and the only reason she hadn't terminated the pregnancy was that she couldnt bring herself to do it for some reason... she was afraid because the mission would die if she did and more girls would be at risk of suffering what she had suffered at the hands of these men. Every time she heard a girl screaming inside the building she remembered what she had gone through that day and it just went to reinforce the hardening of her heart that was taking place.. she was a different woman now.. harder, rougher and more independant than ever.. but it was just a facade to hide the fear and need inside her that she didnt understand or want. She hadn't wanted to leave Skeeter the way she had.. she had done it mostly out of fear for what she was going through inside.. she felt like no one understood her and like she was stressing Skeeter out with her needs and her inability to be intimate with him. Every time she looked in the mirror she remembered what she had gone through.. she dreamed it and she lived it and she needed to prove to herself that she could could still cut it in the field despite what Remy and the therapists told her. She pulled out her blackberry and sent a message to a rarely used server at the agency.. Skeeter's direct line that he had secretly put in so that he could stream games into his office without disrupting agency work.. no one but her and Skeeter knew about it. "Bangkok. Daniel abandoned. Green Light." To Skeeter, it would give her location, the fact that she had been left alone inside a den of lions and that she was still actively undercover.. it was her way of sending an SOS to the only person in the world that she trusted. Looking over her shoulder, she slipped the MDA back into her pocket and sauntered out of the shadows to meet a well known client.)

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