Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 23:57:09 GMT -6
“Are you out of your god damn mind?” The man with Brown hair slammed both hands down on the conference room table and turned to the window. “I give you a simple task, and you take it upon yourself to start a recruitment?” The man shook his head, his gaze remaining out the window. The man huffed, turned back around and starred hard at Ryan.
“Not to mention you have put Kevin in a terrible god damn predicament!” Still shaking his head, the man circled around and paced in front of Ryan. “You may be the top agent we have, hell you may be the best god damn agent I have ever seen, but you are getting reckless. First there was Sean, and now you go after someone like Valora?” Still pacing, the man threw his hands up in the air. “So now because of you I have to do god damn damage control, and you know what I hate more than anything…GOD DAMN DAMAGE CONTROL!!!!!”
A smirk actually graced Ryan’s face as the vein on the man’s forehead throbbed. “Kevin will be fine, and I will be able to real in Valora.” Ryan replied matter of factly.
“Oh you can?” Sarcasm filling the man’s words. “I have no problem with you cultivating assets, but Valora is not an asset!” Both hands slammed down on the desk as the man took a seat and leaned back in the chair at the head of the table.
“You are correct, she’s the perfect partner for an operation like this!” Ryan never flinched, just standing there with both hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Partner?” Shaking his head, the man put both hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair, feet up on the table. “You are a fucking crazy son of a fucking bitch.” He exhaled and then sat forward, feet hitting the floor. “You piss off one of the best former agents the CIA has ever seen, and you expect her to help you?” Still shaking his head, the man continued. “God I want to let you try just so I can god damn watch.”
“Thank you sir.” Ryan removed his hands from his pockets and moved for the door.
“One second.” The man hollered, causing Ryan to come to a stop and turn back. “You better get this right Elias, it will be your ass, not mine, now get out of here!”
Smiling wide, Ryan made his way out of the office, down the hall, down the elevator out of the building. For a moment he stopped, looked back at the CIA building and simply smiled, shaking his head before getting into his car and speeding off. As he drove Ryan slipped the Bluetooth ear piece into his ear and dialed a number.
“Hello?” Kronin asked as the line went active.
“We need to talk, I have some information that you probably need to know.” Silence filled the phone line for the better part of minute. “Well I take your silence as you have some semblance of an idea of what I have to say, I will be there by the night and we can talk.”
“Were?” Kronin finally asked.
“I’ll have Windsor pick you up.” With that Ryan pressed the Bluetooth on his ear and the line went dead. Ryan eased the car onto the highway and made his way for the airport.
Hours later, Ryan stepped off the plane and made his way out of the security area, hopped in the car waiting for him and set off to meet with Kronin. The entire flight Ryan had considered how his longtime friend would react to what he had to say, and given his current station how it would make Kronin feel. Even as he drove Ryan had not figured out how he wanted to put forth the information he had, and he knew he was reaching the crisis point, that moment when he had to finally make the decision.
Ryan’s car pulled up to the curb behind a Rolls Royce, and he stepped out of the car. Striding smooth and with direction, Ryan made his way to the Rolls, slipping into the back seat, Kronin waiting for him with a patiently annoyed look on his face. “My coming to NEW wasn’t completely for the competition.”
Silence filled the air, before Kronin pulled in a deep breath and spoke. “Do I really want to know Ryan?”
“You need to know.” Ryan made a drink as the car lurched forward and pulled into traffic. “I left the Seals to join a CIA and NSA joint task force.” Ryan paused to let Kronin take it all in. “I have been using a wrestling career as cover for years as a way to travel around the country.” Taking a sip of the drink allowed Ryan a moment to see the look on the face of his friend.
“So your plan was to pick a fight with someone like Valora?” Kronin finally interjected. “She is onto you Ryan.” Kronin turned to the window and stared off into the night.
“Yeah I know, but there is a method in my madness.”
“Oh you definitely have some madness.” Kronin looked back at his friend. “You know I would follow you to the end of the world Ryan, put my life on the line with you.” Kronin paused eyeballing Ryan’s drink.
“Look I would love to tell you everything right now Kronin, but I can’t at the moment, I have something big still in the works.” Ryan finished his drink, and set he glass in the wet bar. “After Demented you will know everything, and I hope you will be in.” Ryan winked as the car came to a stop and he pushed the rear door open, sliding out before Kronin could even respond.
Ryan watched as the car drove off, and Ryan fastened his jacket. He turned on his heel and moved down the street, ducking down an alley Ryan, checked his shoulder, and leapt up onto the fire escape. He pulled himself up, and made his way to the 8th floor. Through the window Ryan could see Malloy and Ralphie playing on their computers. Shaking his head, Ryan slid the window open and slipped inside the apartment.
“Is this what a threat of death does for me?” Ryan asked, having taken a seat on the couch in the living room.
“Oh what a big man, come into our home and threaten us with death just to get his way!” Ralphie spun around in his chair, chest all puffed out and ready to go. “Making us do bullshit work for you!”
“Grew a sack did ya?” Ryan asked, smile gracing his face.
“I’m just tired of doing bullshit work for assholes who think they can take advantage of people like me and Malloy!” Ralphie huffed hard as he yelled.
“Relax, don’t want you to blow a gasket.” Ryan put up his hands and waved the man off. “I know you have a thing for Valora Ralphie.”
“You know my name?” Ralphie’s standoffish attitude faded.
“Yes I know your name. You don’t go into business with people without knowing who you are dealing with. But I have to warn you guys, you were flagged by the CIA, and I expected more out of you guys.” Ryan shook his head as he came to a standing position. “I mean you guys hacked the NEW broadcast and no one even knew where it came from, I brought you in to test your skills and I am rather disappointed.”
“She made us!” Malloy said.
“She who?” Ryan asked.
“That woman that is good friends with Valora, she has been tailing you, came in right after you did, told us what to do, she wants Valora back in the CIA and is willing to do whatever she can to do it.” Malloy genuinely looked scared.
“Interesting.” Ryan smiled wide.
“Interesting?” Malloy looked confused. “How is that interesting?”
“Someone has been trying to steer me away from her, trying to block access, and now I have a lead on who it might be. I knew it was someone in the CIA, and now I know who.” Ryan smiled and patted Malloy on the back. “You did a great job.”
“Wait what?” Ralphie seemed confused.
“Don’t worry fan boy, I’m not out to take Valora out, I’m trying to protect her from the CIA.” Ryan moved for the window. “You guys did great.” Both Ralphie and Malloy looked at each other rather confused as the man slipped out the window and down the fire escape.
Down in the alley, Ryan pulled out his phone and made a call. “I have a fix on who is pulling the strings. Sending the information now!” Ryan paused before continuing. “Yes I know procedure, and yes I have the plan in control.” Ryan flipped the phone shut pushed it into his pocket and pulled out his personal phone.
“You are one dumb mother fucker!” Came the voice from behind him. “For a spook you sure don’t know how to move around without people knowing.”
“Or do I?”
“What?” In a flash Ryan swung round, disarmed the man, had him on the ground and ziptied his hands.
“Tell the FBI to back off!” Ryan pushed down on the man’s head. “This is my case, you guys had a chance, you screwed it up, now back off!”
“FINE!” The man yelled, prompting Ryan to ease off of him and stand up.
“Good decision, next time I won’t let you get close to me, and I won’t be so nice.” Making is way to the curb, Ryan slipped in the Rolls as it pulled up.
“What the hell Ryan?” Kronin was fuming. “I have never known you to be so god damn cryptic!”
“Kronin I can read you in, but you have to understand, what I say has to stay within my inner circle!” Ryan watched as his friend rolled his eyes on nodded. “For years the CIA and NSA have been working to counter terrorism, 9/11 and all.” Kronin nodded. “One thing that the CIA and NSA has feared is rogue former agents turning allegiance.”
“Is that really a problem?” Kronin asked.
“You know it is. Think about it, who better to be a terrorist than those who know the inner workings of the power structure of the government? Even more problematic is the false government agencies that are being run by former agents trying to recruit former agents.” Ryan paused as Kronin took a deep breath.
“I…” Kronin trailed off.
“I know it’s a lot to take in.” Ryan poured a drink, handed it to Kronin and made one for himself. “Valora is an asset, someone I believe that is being recruited to join the CIA, but not the actual CIA.” Ryan paused to see the look on Kronin’s face. “I know it’s a lot, but you know me, you know I wouldn’t be sitting her lying. I need Valora, she can move around being seen, I can’t. I have to move in the shadows I don’t blend like she does, she has more legends than anyone and she can keep them all straight.”
“What about the Riot situation?” Kronin finally asked.
“I needed to get her attention, to try and draw the person who is trying to turn her out. I had to get in her head to get the other person to step up. They can’t risk losing her, and thus need to protect her!” Ryan took a sip of his drink and sat back. “I know how it sounds.”
“It’s god damn crazy that’s how it sounds, what does counter terrorism have to do with the NEW?” Kronin was getting a bit angry now.
“The Styles’.” Ryan exhaled. “They have deep mafia ties, some that may be tied to terrorism.”
“Jesus.” Kronin took a sip of that drink now. “Jesus you are…” Kronin still seemed to be wrapping his head around all of it. “Does that mean you are leaving NEW soon?”
“No!” I love wrestling and it’s the perfect cover. Who would suspect me to be a CIA operative?
“There is that.” Kronin’s face had gone flush but the color was coming back to him. “What about Windsor?”
“He’s my data miner, as well as a damn good breakfast cook.” Ryan smiled.
“I thought he was.”
“Oh god now, Windsor is not my butler. Man I may be a bit pretentious but I am not that pretentious.” Both men let out a laugh as the car continued down the road. For Ryan it was like a weight off his chest. He finally got to the tell probably the only friend he had, the truth about what he did for a living, and it felt damn good. Now to just get Valora on board would be the hard part, especially after the match he knew they would have. Neither was going to give in to it, for any reason.
“Not to mention you have put Kevin in a terrible god damn predicament!” Still shaking his head, the man circled around and paced in front of Ryan. “You may be the top agent we have, hell you may be the best god damn agent I have ever seen, but you are getting reckless. First there was Sean, and now you go after someone like Valora?” Still pacing, the man threw his hands up in the air. “So now because of you I have to do god damn damage control, and you know what I hate more than anything…GOD DAMN DAMAGE CONTROL!!!!!”
A smirk actually graced Ryan’s face as the vein on the man’s forehead throbbed. “Kevin will be fine, and I will be able to real in Valora.” Ryan replied matter of factly.
“Oh you can?” Sarcasm filling the man’s words. “I have no problem with you cultivating assets, but Valora is not an asset!” Both hands slammed down on the desk as the man took a seat and leaned back in the chair at the head of the table.
“You are correct, she’s the perfect partner for an operation like this!” Ryan never flinched, just standing there with both hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Partner?” Shaking his head, the man put both hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair, feet up on the table. “You are a fucking crazy son of a fucking bitch.” He exhaled and then sat forward, feet hitting the floor. “You piss off one of the best former agents the CIA has ever seen, and you expect her to help you?” Still shaking his head, the man continued. “God I want to let you try just so I can god damn watch.”
“Thank you sir.” Ryan removed his hands from his pockets and moved for the door.
“One second.” The man hollered, causing Ryan to come to a stop and turn back. “You better get this right Elias, it will be your ass, not mine, now get out of here!”
Smiling wide, Ryan made his way out of the office, down the hall, down the elevator out of the building. For a moment he stopped, looked back at the CIA building and simply smiled, shaking his head before getting into his car and speeding off. As he drove Ryan slipped the Bluetooth ear piece into his ear and dialed a number.
“Hello?” Kronin asked as the line went active.
“We need to talk, I have some information that you probably need to know.” Silence filled the phone line for the better part of minute. “Well I take your silence as you have some semblance of an idea of what I have to say, I will be there by the night and we can talk.”
“Were?” Kronin finally asked.
“I’ll have Windsor pick you up.” With that Ryan pressed the Bluetooth on his ear and the line went dead. Ryan eased the car onto the highway and made his way for the airport.
Hours later, Ryan stepped off the plane and made his way out of the security area, hopped in the car waiting for him and set off to meet with Kronin. The entire flight Ryan had considered how his longtime friend would react to what he had to say, and given his current station how it would make Kronin feel. Even as he drove Ryan had not figured out how he wanted to put forth the information he had, and he knew he was reaching the crisis point, that moment when he had to finally make the decision.
Ryan’s car pulled up to the curb behind a Rolls Royce, and he stepped out of the car. Striding smooth and with direction, Ryan made his way to the Rolls, slipping into the back seat, Kronin waiting for him with a patiently annoyed look on his face. “My coming to NEW wasn’t completely for the competition.”
Silence filled the air, before Kronin pulled in a deep breath and spoke. “Do I really want to know Ryan?”
“You need to know.” Ryan made a drink as the car lurched forward and pulled into traffic. “I left the Seals to join a CIA and NSA joint task force.” Ryan paused to let Kronin take it all in. “I have been using a wrestling career as cover for years as a way to travel around the country.” Taking a sip of the drink allowed Ryan a moment to see the look on the face of his friend.
“So your plan was to pick a fight with someone like Valora?” Kronin finally interjected. “She is onto you Ryan.” Kronin turned to the window and stared off into the night.
“Yeah I know, but there is a method in my madness.”
“Oh you definitely have some madness.” Kronin looked back at his friend. “You know I would follow you to the end of the world Ryan, put my life on the line with you.” Kronin paused eyeballing Ryan’s drink.
“Look I would love to tell you everything right now Kronin, but I can’t at the moment, I have something big still in the works.” Ryan finished his drink, and set he glass in the wet bar. “After Demented you will know everything, and I hope you will be in.” Ryan winked as the car came to a stop and he pushed the rear door open, sliding out before Kronin could even respond.
Ryan watched as the car drove off, and Ryan fastened his jacket. He turned on his heel and moved down the street, ducking down an alley Ryan, checked his shoulder, and leapt up onto the fire escape. He pulled himself up, and made his way to the 8th floor. Through the window Ryan could see Malloy and Ralphie playing on their computers. Shaking his head, Ryan slid the window open and slipped inside the apartment.
“Is this what a threat of death does for me?” Ryan asked, having taken a seat on the couch in the living room.
“Oh what a big man, come into our home and threaten us with death just to get his way!” Ralphie spun around in his chair, chest all puffed out and ready to go. “Making us do bullshit work for you!”
“Grew a sack did ya?” Ryan asked, smile gracing his face.
“I’m just tired of doing bullshit work for assholes who think they can take advantage of people like me and Malloy!” Ralphie huffed hard as he yelled.
“Relax, don’t want you to blow a gasket.” Ryan put up his hands and waved the man off. “I know you have a thing for Valora Ralphie.”
“You know my name?” Ralphie’s standoffish attitude faded.
“Yes I know your name. You don’t go into business with people without knowing who you are dealing with. But I have to warn you guys, you were flagged by the CIA, and I expected more out of you guys.” Ryan shook his head as he came to a standing position. “I mean you guys hacked the NEW broadcast and no one even knew where it came from, I brought you in to test your skills and I am rather disappointed.”
“She made us!” Malloy said.
“She who?” Ryan asked.
“That woman that is good friends with Valora, she has been tailing you, came in right after you did, told us what to do, she wants Valora back in the CIA and is willing to do whatever she can to do it.” Malloy genuinely looked scared.
“Interesting.” Ryan smiled wide.
“Interesting?” Malloy looked confused. “How is that interesting?”
“Someone has been trying to steer me away from her, trying to block access, and now I have a lead on who it might be. I knew it was someone in the CIA, and now I know who.” Ryan smiled and patted Malloy on the back. “You did a great job.”
“Wait what?” Ralphie seemed confused.
“Don’t worry fan boy, I’m not out to take Valora out, I’m trying to protect her from the CIA.” Ryan moved for the window. “You guys did great.” Both Ralphie and Malloy looked at each other rather confused as the man slipped out the window and down the fire escape.
Down in the alley, Ryan pulled out his phone and made a call. “I have a fix on who is pulling the strings. Sending the information now!” Ryan paused before continuing. “Yes I know procedure, and yes I have the plan in control.” Ryan flipped the phone shut pushed it into his pocket and pulled out his personal phone.
“You are one dumb mother fucker!” Came the voice from behind him. “For a spook you sure don’t know how to move around without people knowing.”
“Or do I?”
“What?” In a flash Ryan swung round, disarmed the man, had him on the ground and ziptied his hands.
“Tell the FBI to back off!” Ryan pushed down on the man’s head. “This is my case, you guys had a chance, you screwed it up, now back off!”
“FINE!” The man yelled, prompting Ryan to ease off of him and stand up.
“Good decision, next time I won’t let you get close to me, and I won’t be so nice.” Making is way to the curb, Ryan slipped in the Rolls as it pulled up.
“What the hell Ryan?” Kronin was fuming. “I have never known you to be so god damn cryptic!”
“Kronin I can read you in, but you have to understand, what I say has to stay within my inner circle!” Ryan watched as his friend rolled his eyes on nodded. “For years the CIA and NSA have been working to counter terrorism, 9/11 and all.” Kronin nodded. “One thing that the CIA and NSA has feared is rogue former agents turning allegiance.”
“Is that really a problem?” Kronin asked.
“You know it is. Think about it, who better to be a terrorist than those who know the inner workings of the power structure of the government? Even more problematic is the false government agencies that are being run by former agents trying to recruit former agents.” Ryan paused as Kronin took a deep breath.
“I…” Kronin trailed off.
“I know it’s a lot to take in.” Ryan poured a drink, handed it to Kronin and made one for himself. “Valora is an asset, someone I believe that is being recruited to join the CIA, but not the actual CIA.” Ryan paused to see the look on Kronin’s face. “I know it’s a lot, but you know me, you know I wouldn’t be sitting her lying. I need Valora, she can move around being seen, I can’t. I have to move in the shadows I don’t blend like she does, she has more legends than anyone and she can keep them all straight.”
“What about the Riot situation?” Kronin finally asked.
“I needed to get her attention, to try and draw the person who is trying to turn her out. I had to get in her head to get the other person to step up. They can’t risk losing her, and thus need to protect her!” Ryan took a sip of his drink and sat back. “I know how it sounds.”
“It’s god damn crazy that’s how it sounds, what does counter terrorism have to do with the NEW?” Kronin was getting a bit angry now.
“The Styles’.” Ryan exhaled. “They have deep mafia ties, some that may be tied to terrorism.”
“Jesus.” Kronin took a sip of that drink now. “Jesus you are…” Kronin still seemed to be wrapping his head around all of it. “Does that mean you are leaving NEW soon?”
“No!” I love wrestling and it’s the perfect cover. Who would suspect me to be a CIA operative?
“There is that.” Kronin’s face had gone flush but the color was coming back to him. “What about Windsor?”
“He’s my data miner, as well as a damn good breakfast cook.” Ryan smiled.
“I thought he was.”
“Oh god now, Windsor is not my butler. Man I may be a bit pretentious but I am not that pretentious.” Both men let out a laugh as the car continued down the road. For Ryan it was like a weight off his chest. He finally got to the tell probably the only friend he had, the truth about what he did for a living, and it felt damn good. Now to just get Valora on board would be the hard part, especially after the match he knew they would have. Neither was going to give in to it, for any reason.