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Two agencies, multiple agents on the same side but different tables, one large crime syndicate called Syn, Can these agents get past their differences and their chain of command and survive the hellish torment of the underworld. Join and let’s find out….

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Name: Scott Nightland
Age: 32
Agency: CIA
Rank: Colonel


I winced as I miscalculated the temperature of the freshly made coffee that was placed before me by the waitress of the Durvue street Café. A place that I normally use when a day of relaxation is passed to me, however, I have that small voice whispering into my ear, that this was about to change. My dark blue eyes automatically responded to this voice by surveying the small outside patio for anything, or anyone, that seemed out of place. It didn’t take long to spot the carrier. They always sent the new recruits to pass information to the field agents, they always seemed to have that huge ego of nothing can hurt me because I am gov’t agent written upon their faces and, and, the way they walked. I just shook my head as the familiar blank vanilla case folder was handed to me hidden inside the just printed New York Times.

SYN… I read the information that was provided to me and all seemed good until the orders specified that I would be working with other law enforcement agencies and their agents. I just chuckled at the images that popped into my head of the egoistical FBI agent and the under trained H.S.A. agent. Sighing and feathering back the bangs of my raven colored hair I gathered up the file and newspaper and slowly made my way out leaving a handsome tip to the blonde waitress, that one day I will ask out.

The orders stated that the meeting of these agents would take place in a strange location, aboard a plane some thirty five thousand miles up. The plane would be leaving Dulles International in about four hours. So without further due I returned home and packed my bags and head out the door, I should be able to make the flight in time.

The plane was a personal jet without any markings except the FFA approval number posted in small print on the dorsal fin of the plane. Inside was a luxury interior of fine leather seats, a personal bar and several viewing screens, and to top it off, one large conference table. I took an empty seat and waited for the others to arrive.

 

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[Miss_Conduct]

Name: Jody Rosin
Age: 29
Agency: FBI
Rank: Special Agent

Where do I begin? I guess I could begin anywhere since today happened to be such a slow day at the office. Wait, what am I talking about? Every day was a slow day at the office. Not too much seemed to happen lately for me.

Work was slow.

Life was slow.

What I wanted was some action. Which was why I applied for extra detail somewhere, a different assignment because I was capable of so much more--this I knew--after all, law enforcement ran in my blood. My mother and father were agents, 2 of my 3 brothers were in the Army, my uncles were military veterans, and so on.

My daydreaming could have continued but the beep from my cell, alerting me of a personal email I received. Now that wasn't odd to a lot of people but it was for me since I really didn't know a lot of people outside of work. If you could call being a technical field agent work.

RE-ASSIGNMENT REQUEST APPROVED. DETAILS ATTACHED.

Opening the attachment on the email, a small smile formed on my lips and my stomach did a small flip-flop. This was it. Finally, this was it.

I had time to rush home and pack a bag. I had no personal items at my assigned desk, so it would look like I was just leaving for lunch. Calmly, I stood and grabbed my purse and headed out to get started on my life.

Finally. I was going to get what I wanted. Action.

 

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Name: Danielle Courtland
Code Name: Angelic Fire
Age: 30
Agency: CIA
Rank: Captain

There is a lot to tell about me but unfortunately, much of that information is classified. I just came back a day ago from another covert operation in which I extracted some very valuable information from one of the government's most sought after operatives. What that information was? Sorry, thats classified.

I finally took a day off and spent time with my lover. I know that my days with my lover are far and few between but lets just say that we spent a long and wonderful time pleasuring ourselves and making us both satisfied. Not much is known about me but I want to keep it this way... mainly to protect my lover. If my lover were to find out who I actually was, I know that my home life would never be the same ever again.

I didn't want to leave my lover but once I got the secret message from HQ on my email through my cell phone, I knew that it would be a long time before I could see her again. I really didn't want to leave her but duty called. I said my goodbyes, told her some more lies to protect her and went towards the airport.

My short brown hair seemed to flow into the wind as I made my way to the airport. I felt like this was going to be a mission where I would have to dress for many occasions. Right now, I was wearing a business suit that would be fitting for a man, except for the tie. Thats just me. I dress to impress but I never forget that I am a woman deep inside.

Arriving at the airport, I give out my secret password that was presented to me over the phone as the airport man leads me to the private plane. This was going to be the start of my new journey. What that journey is going to be, I know that I will have to be briefed on. For now, I walk into the plane and enjoy the luxuries that would present itself as I take my seat close by to the man that seemed to be sitting alone. if I remembered right, There would be another woman that would be coming. Where was she? I really didn't want to spensd a long flight with a guy that I knew that I would have no interest in right now.

 

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Name: Kia Kane
Codename: Crimson
Age:23
Agency: FBI
Rank: Special Agent

“Hey Crimson, Another day at the office.” Mark smiled as he walked passed me knowing I hate office work it was bad for my fingertips, you know paper cuts and all. Picking up my companion, my trusted Ipod tablet and moved down the hallway toward the elevators when a man’s voice called out to me. Turning, I come face to face with Assistant Director James Milroy. “Sir?” My voice crackled a little from being called to from a high up. My mind whirled around looking for a reason that he would be calling out to me. Did I take his parking space or was I supposed to bring his morning coffee! I squirmed inside of my monkey suit waiting for the career-crushing hammer to come down.

“I have a field assignment for you. Follow me.’ He responded as he walked past me. I took a deep breathe and followed him into a secured conference room. He turned on his heels with pleasurable grace and looked at me. “I don’t have time to go over everything with you, for you will have to leave immediately to catch the plane. The CIA and We are working on sensitive case that needs new faces. This is why I have chosen you for this assignment. He looked at me deeply, “You will be reporting to a Col Nightland of the CIA, He is on a plane at Dulles International airport. The plane leaves in two hours. Therefore, go home pack your things that you will need for field work and report to him. Go to gate seven. Good luck.” he nodded to me and moved out the door.

I took a deep breath and smiled, it has finally came, fieldwork. I quickly went home packed my equipment, clothes and activated my field finance card before hailing a cab and headed off to the airport. My mind flashing over all the major headlines in the papers wondering which one I was going to be involved with. I felt tingling in my thighs as I have waited for this day for months now and now I have a shot that I have always been hoping for.

Moving out on to the pad, I go over everything that I have brought, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I then look down at myself, black shorts, white tank top, tennis shoes, 9mm holstered at my side ‘ok that is out of place’ I unbuckle the belt and shove it into my duffle bag. I begin to walk up the stairs and I catch of glimpse of myself. My short, red hair was frizzled about slightly from my quick inventory search of myself, my dark blue eyes seemed to sparkle giving away that I was excited about this mission and meeting this Col.

Shrugging my shoulders at my appearance, I moved aboard the place. ‘Very Nice.’ I whisper to myself as I put my bag into the storage compartment. Turning around I nod to the man, then to the woman sitting next to him. I took my place beside her and out of the blue spoke my peace.. “HI, Col Nightland, I’m Crimson .. Umm Special Agent Kane reporting sir.” My voice crackling..

 

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Swiping a few more pages on my tablet, reading the information that each one held, I slowly raised my eyes up and took notice of the young female taking a seat next to me. I nod to her, her information was preloaded into my tabloid. She was a top notch field agent that was making a name for herself among the upper ranks of the CIA. He himself was impressed with her missions in the Iraq/Iran regions. She was combat qualified, intelligence level cleared and proven in mission status. One hell of a good choice, it was about time the agency did something right. She would be a valuable tool in the battle against SYN.

“Angelic Fire.” He used her code name out of respect for receiving a code name from the agency you had to life through hell’s fury to be entitled to one. “We will be waiting on a few others to get here. I know one is with the Bureau, Yeah I know but we have our orders.” he knew she would protest just as he did when he found out this was a joint mission. “I can tell you that our mission takes place in New York City, We will be watching a very complex casino/hotel known as the Towers. A five building complex that is a whole city block in size. There will be several know SYN operatives working inside that we have to tag, category and label their importance of being there.” He looked over at her. “How do you feel about us working domestically instead of International? I believe that is the only reason why we are working with the Bureau is to keep this mission in our hands. So at all times keep that in mind, we will give all the information that they need to keep them feeling like they are in control, but the rest we will keep under disclosure. Understand?”

His eyes moved from the Angelic to the frizzy haired female. Her voice crackling sent shivers down his spine as if she raked her nails against a chalk board. “Yeah, Yeah, The name is Nightland or Col, In the field I’m know as Shadow. Take a seat Agent Kane,” He held his hand up to suppress her remark, “Crimson.” He replied while gesturing her to take a seat with his hands. “As I was telling Angelic Fire here our mission starts in New York City. We will be staking out the Casino/hotel known as the Towers.” he continued with the mission briefing.

“We will wait a another hour for the remaining agents to come.” He looked down at his watch, they still had a little over an hour before the plane would leave.