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Chapter 15

Felin looked the two girls over disapprovingly. “Your excuse?”
He saw 73’s mouth twist, but 26 beat her. “We had some trouble with a boy band. We ran into them this morning and they decided to accuse us of murder.”
“Oh?” His lips twisted, “You’re not quiet finished with them I’m afraid. You do know about all that’s been going on around here don’t you?”
“There are lots of things going on around here Sir. Yesterday morning a German terrorist said he was going to wipe out half of Sydney, this morning some one threatened to blow up Ularu and—.”
“The agents dropping like flies, 73.” He explained acidly. He wished he could just transfer the girl to Greenland and never have to see her again.
“Oh that.” 73 muttered.
Felin really didn’t like the girl. She was cold, as though she had liquid nitrogen running through her veins. She rarely smiled, risked her life with out thought, and wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything.
“Are more agents dead?” 26 asked.
Why couldn’t there be more agents like 26? Agents who did what they were told to do with out any mistakes. If only. “Yes more bodies have been found.” He picked up the folded sheet of paper in front of him and offered it to the agents. 73 took it. “This is a copy of the note left with them.”
“Why would anyone want to kill off a boy band?” 73 muttered reading the note. “Why does he want to kill off the boy band , and then the UNSI? That doesn’t make any sense!” The girl's flat and emotionless tone sent shivers down his spine.
“You two have an assignment.” He began, “A very long one. Not the usual stuff, it’s little different.”
“What is it?”

He picked up the two files on his desk and handed it to them. He watched 73’s expression as she read trough the first page. He saw her perfect calm façade shatter with every work. Anger took over her. Felin reached under his table and found the little blue button. He had been warned about this agent. If things got out of hand…

“I’m not taking this assignment.” She stated flatly. “I’m an assassin not a damn babysitter.”
“You’ve been given an assignment agent, I suggest you obey and follow your orders. “
She looked at him, cold eyes challenging him. “I refuse to take this assignment.”
“73 maybe you better—.” 73 ignored 26’s plea.
“I’m not going to take that case. Send a B blocker or something. I’ve been through too many years of training to baby-sit a boy band.
Felin reluctantly pushed the button. He hated sending agents to isolation, even 73…

the door burst open and two of UNSI’s police walked in.
“Agent I suggest—.”
“I’m not going to take this assignment.” She hissed.
The words hadn’t left her mouth when she felt something hit her back. Before she knew it she was being pulled off the ground. One of the police held her hands while the other kicked her. After a minute or so they stopped.
“Will you take the assignment?” He asked her again. Take the damn assignment you moron!
“I’m not taking the assignment.”
He reluctantly nodded his head to the police. They took her away, hands twisted behind her.
The moment the police were out of the room 26 turned on him, “How many hours are you giving her?” She demanded.
“I think it’s beyond hours for her. I’m giving her four days.”
“That’s not possible. Agent come out mad after a day!” She yelled.
“Maybe it’s about time she went all the way to madness, at least then the SI will agree to get rid of her.”
“I will refuse to take this case if you don’t let her out.”
Great! 73 had rubbed off on his most obedient agent. “You do agent, and I will be forced to send you to join agent 73.”
That made her look a little doubtful. “I won’t be able to handle them.” 26 confessed. “I’m guessing that they’re not happy about these arrangements either?”
“They’re not exactly enthusiastic about it.”
26 signed ruefully.

Stripped of her possessions , 73 was pushed into the tiny room. She saw the last traces of light disappear, as the door behind her was slammed shut. She tried to adapt to the darkness, but there was nothing to see, and no light to see it with. She felt her way along the walls. Under her feet she could feel the cold damp cement.
She heard o soft barley audible swishing, moments later freezing water hit her, cutting through her like a knife. 73 was sure she would have bruises soon. The pain didn’t stop when the water did. She doubled over, gasping for air cursing the SI. She curled into a ball in a dark corner and waited for the next time they turned the water on, on her. She could feel the sensors above her following her every movement. There was escaping the water, it would know where she was, and her only warning would be the soft swish, moments before impact.

26 stopped outside W8, absently waiting for a comment from 73. It took her a moment to remember that her partner was locked away in a dark cell somewhere. She signed and punched in the codes to open he door.

The men’s first reaction was, offcourse, one of pure shock and terror.

“Shit it’s you!” Brian stammered.
“You’re gonna be keeping us alive?” Kevin demanded. “You ? By your self?”
“No Mr Richardson, my partner has been locked up in a cell because she refused to take this assignment.” She explained.
“Would she be the other annoying one?” Aj asked .
“73, and she had a bloody migraine.” She snapped.What was this ? 20 questions? “Any questions?”
“Who are you?” Nick asked quietly.
“Agent 82-26 of the United Nations Secret Intelligence. Trained spy, casual assassin.”
“You’re a killer?”
“Yes. Problem?”
“No one at all.” He stammered and tried to hide in his seat.
“killer or not, I don’t think I need a kid to watch over me.” Kevin said getting up. He moved towards the door. “I think I’m quiet capable of looking after myself.”
"I’m afraid Mr Richardson that you’re not being given a choice here.” She told them dryly. Then she dropped the file on a nearby table. “Okay boys lets get this straight," She could feel them changing colour, “I’m not a nice person, get me angry and I’m a horrible person…”

She ran as fast as she could, the further she ran, the calmer the people. She must have been running for an hour at least. She stopped finally, and the blur which had surrounded her, turned into a busy street, full of life with people. She spotted a phone booth. When Lowe’s men had attacked her, they had smashed her tracker.
She picked up the receiver and realized the phone was dead. Angry, she slammed the receiver into the glass and watched it shatter. A few pedestrians moved away from the booth , wondering what kind of psycho she was.
73 felt her own head shatter like the glass. Pain filled her, blurring her vision. She ran out of the booth, in search of a quiet ally she could maybe die in. She found a small dark and damp ally, similar to the one she had been hiding in a little while ago…
She found a dark corner and crouched down, preparing in case of any unwanted guests. She leaned against the wall, her face hidden in the shadows, begging the pain to go away.

She was woken by the sound of careful footsteps. She felt for her gun, holding it ready. The feet were getting closer.
Too close.
She could almost hear their low whispers. A cockroach ran across the ally, and she nearly screamed at herself for the lack of concentration.
The figures came closer. She jumped pointing the gun at the pair. She almost cried from relief.

“73, you okay?” Agent 78 asked taking her. She was shaking , he knew it. Even agents had limits. Next to him agent 64 took some thing out of his pocket.
“They’re all dead.” She told them.
“We know 73.” 64 told her. He handed her some tablets. “Take these, it’ll help calm you down.”
“But how?” She whispered, taking the tablets.
“We don’t know yet.” 78 told her. “Come on, let’s get you back to head quarters.”

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