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nerves_of_ice) wrote2018-09-09 09:16 am
nerves_of_ice) wrote2018-09-09 09:16 am
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[oom] a test and a quest
Things had gone well in Franche-Comté. Surprisingly so, even.
He's been considering what to do about Sharon Carter - Agent 13 - off and on ever since. Stubborn, even intransigent, determined, and with secrets of her own --
--she's also proven herself clever and capable, and so far true to her word.
So far, he hasn't seen any additional manpower sent to track him down in the region. She's evidently kept their encounter to herself, which is a hell of a thing for a Joint Terrorism Task Force member to do.
Interesting, too. Maybe she'd really meant everything she'd said. He's pretty sure he knows how to find out.
For all that she's spent a good deal of time as an undercover agent, Carter's day-to-day routine these days is just that -- a routine, and probably more of one than she realizes. Silent as a ghost, he tracks her from place to place over the course of two weeks, observing her patterns and practices.
(It's only fair, given that she'd first set out to track him, after all.)
There's the little store near her flat where she likes to pick up fresh vegetables; there's the coffee shop near the task force offices where she has a preferred drink; there's the route she takes back and forth between them all, although that one at least changes from time to time.
It's a Tuesday morning when the young courier shows up at Sharon Carter's office with a delivery. The boy can't be older than twelve or thirteen, and he's carrying two things: a cup of her favorite coffee, and a small but surprisingly heavy box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.
He's been considering what to do about Sharon Carter - Agent 13 - off and on ever since. Stubborn, even intransigent, determined, and with secrets of her own --
"Telling him would be for me. Not for him."
--she's also proven herself clever and capable, and so far true to her word.
"The question is, what are you going to do?"
"Lend a hand."
So far, he hasn't seen any additional manpower sent to track him down in the region. She's evidently kept their encounter to herself, which is a hell of a thing for a Joint Terrorism Task Force member to do.
Interesting, too. Maybe she'd really meant everything she'd said. He's pretty sure he knows how to find out.
For all that she's spent a good deal of time as an undercover agent, Carter's day-to-day routine these days is just that -- a routine, and probably more of one than she realizes. Silent as a ghost, he tracks her from place to place over the course of two weeks, observing her patterns and practices.
(It's only fair, given that she'd first set out to track him, after all.)
There's the little store near her flat where she likes to pick up fresh vegetables; there's the coffee shop near the task force offices where she has a preferred drink; there's the route she takes back and forth between them all, although that one at least changes from time to time.
It's a Tuesday morning when the young courier shows up at Sharon Carter's office with a delivery. The boy can't be older than twelve or thirteen, and he's carrying two things: a cup of her favorite coffee, and a small but surprisingly heavy box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.