Anne stood in the hospital's parking lot listening to the cell phone chirp away at her waist until the rings stopped. She pulled it up to her face and groaned at the call back number. Eschelon. She sighed and called in.
"
Now?
.but
. yes, Slugs
blah blah blah, National Security
Happy Phlogiston. Ziggursky Prison?
Oh goody ."
As she hung up, a nondescript van screeched to a stop before her, a door sliding open to reveal suited operatives who pulled her in. Space was limited and there was no room for modesty. Her clothes were tugged off and some sort of costume resembling a pharmacist was thrown onto her, and she was plunked into a beauticians chair. After an hour she looked up and gazed at her reflection, tucking a blond curl behind her ear and patting the tight bun behind her head. Strange blue eyes gazed back at her behind scholarly spectacles.
So are you straight on the mission objectives?
Yes, updates of Happys records including his full pharmacological profile, updated photos of the FORCE offices, and photosurveillance of guard strength of the locked ward.
Slugworth nodded. Oh and Blaze
he gestured at her wedding ring.
She just stared at it.
Take it off Miss Blaze.
She winced at the word Miss. Staring daggers at him and sighing, she took the ring off her finger and slid it onto a long chain around her neck, letting it disappear under her collar.
"I filed the damn papers. You promise you won't hurt him?"
"That was the agreement."
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She tilted her head slightly and touched the small gold embellishment on the frame of her glasses. click...click . As she finished taking the photos of the locked ward she lingered, wondering if she could risk checking on Happy.
Deciding against it, she decided to finish this and get out of here. She quickly moved to the Pharmacy, just off of the Infirmary. Sliding her security badge through the lock she let herself in, trying to look nonchalant. She took a deep breath and scanned the room, picking out a tall man behind the Pharmacy dispension counter. She waited until he came out from behind the counter and entered his office. She told him she was from the State Pharmacological Monitoring Board and she had to review records about drugs being dispensed here. She scribbled onto her clipboard, trying to look important.
Sorry toots. The FORCE program is exempt from State surveys. But dont you worry your pretty head..everything is by the book.
Damn , she thought. Nothing can ever be easy
She smiled warmly at him, slowly took off her glasses and reached up, releasing her hair from the severe bun, sending it tumbling down her shoulders in cascades of golden waves. She tossed her head and shook it out, giving her best seductive smile.
So umm
. (she glanced at his name tag)
Stan
. This is my first assignment, Im supposed to be here all week
what on earth am I supposed to do with my time if I cant see those records?" She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform. He gulped hard.
She smirked to herself. Too easy
You know what Id like right now? She leaned in close, running a long red fingernail down his tie as her lips brushed up against his ear.
.No, maam
he croaked, his voice dry
.
Her voice was a throaty purr. Strawberries
.. and whipped cream. She tugged gently on his earlobe with her teeth and finished the sentence with a kiss that dragged softly down his neck. Think you can find some?
He nodded dumbly and backed out of the room, stumbling over a folding chair.
She smiled and shut the door behind him. As the door locked, her false smile dropped and she quickly moved to the computer. After a quick focusing breath she flexed her fingers over the keyboard and incanted
.screens flicked by until Happys med schedule came up. She downloaded that and his current medical records onto a small data chip and tucked it into her cleavage. Adjusting her uniform and twisting her hair back up into a bun before slipping out, she barely remembered to put her glasses back on.
She spoke softly into her collar. Objectives achieved. Im exiting now.
She moved quietly toward her exit as an arm grabbed her.
Excuse me maam, but youre in a restricted area."
Anne whirled around toward him, flashing a bright smile. I just got a little turned around darlin. She smiled sweetly.
Nothing. He looked at her flatly.
Her heart fell into her stomach.
Please stand here while I check your ID.
Her thoughts raced. "I have to find the only [censored] guy in this place?!! I have to get out of here..."
With a sideways glance she shot a spark out of her outstretched pinky into the terminal the guard was working on. It crackled and shorted out. As the guard swore and began pounding keys she slipped away going through the first doors she saw, straight into the Mess Hall.
What now! she hissed into her collar. Im in the cafeteria. And I think my cover is blown.
50 yards to the north. There is a fire exit, use your access card, youre not blown quite yet, but hurry.
She navigated the room, and her heart sunk again when she saw the last table by the door. Faces she recognized, faces who might recognize her
Yukon Tundra, Handsome Devil
.
She steeled herself. Almost out.
Somehow I'm thinking I'd like to do the Queen of Wands.