Morning all. It looks like we spent the weekend drying out only to have the rains return today. I hope everyone is staying afloat out there. While we listen to the sound of pattering rain drops lets jump into the first prompt of the week. Timers set for fifteen and lets go.
I think I condensed a lot of different elements into this I would certainly take it slower in story form. Starting with the assignment and slowly building until she was in the field. This prompt felt more like a general outline than a storyline. I can’t complain though. It is something I can work with.
Monday, May 13th: She knew she was up against a dangerous opponent.
She knew she was up against a dangerous opponent. How many had died trying to link him to his nefarious activities? Too many. To think she would be the one to bring him in was hubris well beyond what she knew she was capable of. When she got the assignment her first thought had been to wonder who in the agency wanted her dead. She didn’t have those sorts of skills. She knew her limits. This was so far out of her range it was laughable.
Still, this was her assignment. While she said nothing to her superiors as she began to plan her cover and upcoming action plan, she developed the goal of staying alive. To her that was more important. Yes the target was a menace to society but she had been in this job long enough to know that if she did take him out, then someone would immediately step into the vacuum created by his absence and start fresh. Sure for a while they would be several small fish and the agency would take out several of them. Unfortunately she knew that this would only help the ones remaining consolidate power. Soon enough one would eliminate the others and they would have a situation similar to what they had here.
She knew she would go after the target, but as she had seen the repetition many times she was beginning to wonder if the effort was worth it. Of more concern was the fact that she was being sent. It did indicate that someone wanted her dead. So as she planned her assigned tasks and started to set up her covers, she made a second plan. There were the official covers that went through the usual agency system. There was a second cover that she used non agency sources to create. While both covers were created, she began looking over he own files looking for places where she might have upset the balance and caused herself to be put on someone’s list.
While she accepted the inevitability of one criminal replacing another, she would not tolerate a bad agent going after other agents. That was more of a violation in her book and caused her anger to rise.
‘And if the agency cover gets tripped I will know who to start looking at,’ she thought as she made her final arrangements. To everyone it would look as though she was using the agency identity to go deep under cover. Because it was deep cover, there would be few check ins. She set up the touchstone moments in places shielded and restricted those to people she trusted absolutely. It would be tricky playing two games, but she saw no other alternative.
Before she left, she put all of her affairs in order and set up a series of drops. If this mission burned her, she would still have a way out. Or so she hoped.
It was easier to slip into the new identity than she thought. The one created for her and designed to get her close would not be as good a fit. She knew she would stand out. The secondary one let her slip in to a role that fit her seamlessly. She settled in and bided her time. She became part of the established background, no one noticing her, no one thinking her place strange.
She knew when her current identity was searched and knew when it passed. She also knew when someone looked into her official deep cover.
Ten til Midnight 