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“Hey,
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I wanna talk to you about…joining
the organization….or however you phrase it.”
“Wait, what?” He stopped, turning to face her. “So your dad spends his whole life going to
“First of all, my dad’s a state
prosecutor, and second, I feel I’ve always better related to my mother’s
reckless side.”
“So in other words, you mean *my*
mother. Yours helped your dad try to
take off. I’m guessing they don’t know
you’re here.”
“No, they don’t and apparently you
don’t know my mother very well.”
“If you mean her stint with the
IMF, she did it because Callahan was her father. And IMF is government… my mom’s the one that
joined up with the Spencer Organization from the start. But that’s not the point.”
“No, it’s not. I didn’t come here to argue with you about whose
mom is more hardcore, I came to talk to you about becoming a part of the
organization.” She replied, making air quotes as she said it.
“Well first, don’t mock with your
stupid little quotation marks there.
What do you want, a tour and a viewbook?
You need to talk to my father.”
“Can’t.”
“I really can’t help you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t run the
organization. Yes, I’m working under my father
but I have nothing to do with personnel matters… it all has to go through
him. My father doesn’t delegate well.”
“You’ve got to be able to do
something….I can’t talk to your father about this. If I could do you really think I’d waste my
time with you?”
“Well aren’t we
“I’m second in command. I do everything but personnel… mostly because
my father doesn’t want some IMF plant taking potshots at me. I handle tracking a lot of the time, missions
sometimes, and the day-to-day stuff. With
“And what was that? I don’t know anything about the organization,
“
“Like…for instance, the mission to
kidnap
“And you found out about that
mission how?”
“Well remember when I borrowed
your laptop to type a paper? I kinda cracked one of your files.”
“You cracked the code, not the
files. That’d be briefing and
debriefing, and it wasn’t me who did it, it was my father, so if I were you I’d
not let on you know or we’d both be very dead.”
“Well when you’re going to steal
secret files, you probably shouldn’t make it so easy to trace back. And by the way… ‘beavis’ isn’t that secure of
a password.”
“So you guessed rather than
actually doing any hacking. Good.”
“Well you had that program that
goes through every possible combination of letters and numbers…that wasn’t
password protected.”
“Like I said, keep your mouth shut
around my dad because he doesn’t know I know about that. And furthermore, I can’t help you, back to
the point. And I’m also neglecting
something kind of important, so if you’d excuse me,
“No.” She shook her head. “You can help me, you’re just too lazy to
try.”
“
“We’re not fighting.” She replied,
following him into the control room.
“If you get in, I hope they make
you swallow your tracker. Get your ass
in here.” He headed for one of the
computers.
She followed him to the
computer. “Tracker?”
“You wouldn’t really have to
swallow it, it’s a surgical implant.
How’d you think we knew when agents went down? They don’t exactly bring the remains back
unless it’s someone pretty high in the hierarchy. Gets hard to bring things back when the
building blows, you know.”
“How the hell am I supposed to
know?”
“Anyway,” he flicked a switch
causing 14 signals to appear in various boxes as he put on a headset, “We know
because the trackers give us both locations and a nice alarm when someone’s
vitals stop functioning properly.
Look. Green for normal, the
location’s in a worldwide coordinate plane thing basically, yellow if they’re
injured, red if they’re dead.”
“And what if something happens to
the tracker specifically?”
“That’s never happened. Trust me, they don’t exactly fall out.”
“Maybe not, but what if the IMF or
someone develops some kind of interference….the signal’s electronic right?
That’d be pretty easy to mess with.”
“It sends out enough static on its
own to screw with any way they could pick up our signals. Trust me, we’ve got it essentially
perfected. And when we do think up a way
to improve them, we replace them.”
“If the trackers emit static to
screw with their tracking systems, wouldn’t that be a dead giveaway that you’re
coming?”
“It should be, yes, but it’s not
because they assume it’s their trackers.
Their technology as far as that goes… isn’t as good as ours. They still declare a lot of
“That should be changing,
shouldn’t it? Surely something the Russians have been working on will be
worthwhile to the IMF. They just bought
a whole crapload of tech stuff from them.”
“Chels? Can I tell you something? The Russians work for us.”
“You learn something new
everyday.”
“Not just the Russians, of
course. But I’m afraid it’s rather
classified who else…” One of the signals
went to red, and he raised a hand to silence her, clicking a button and
speaking into the headset. “You’ve got
someone down.” He let go of the button
and turned to
“Well whoever it is, I’m sure
beavis is doing a splendid job keeping it classified.”
“It’s not on written record. There’s a
“If it’s word of mouth, how can
you be sure they’re telling the truth?”
He just grinned a little. “Classified, I’m afraid. There’s a system, never fear that.” He winced a little.
“I’m sure there is. So where’s yours?”
“Lower back, my left side. It’ll take a while to heal yet. We try to keep them someplace where either a
scar would be fairly common or that you wouldn’t see on a day to day basis…
both when it can be managed.”
“So a good chunk of the
organization is walking around with chips in their asses?”
He laughed. “I’d imagine there’s a few. I’ve never asked.”
“Maybe you should. Might make it easier to know who’s a plant
and who’s not.”
“No one who’s a plant would ever
make it into the building… not anymore.
Mom saw to that after an incident with Ivy’s boyfriend.”
“Your computer’s blinking.”
“Yes, I know, I’m coding
directions over rather than talking because that makes it difficult to speak to
you as well. But when someone goes red,
it’s a respect thing, I won’t just code over ‘hey so-&-so kicked it.’”
“Oh. So what other privileged information can you
tell me?”
“I’ve told you that which is not
classified. And I’m definitely making a
recommendation as to where your tracker ought to be placed… after you talk to
my dad.”
“And where is that?”
“Really wanna know beforehand?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I
didn’t.”
“Let’s just say you won’t be able
to sit for about a week.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“Maybe but it’ll be yours with a
tracker scar.”
“I’m sure you’d love to see that,
wouldn’t you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Ew! I was being sarcastic you
perv!”
He burst into laughter. “So was I, you freak.” He hastily typed something as a signal went
yellow.
“I don’t really have to talk to
your dad, do I?”
“You really do, Chels. I can’t do anything personnel-related. I guess you could talk to my mom, but um…
well, she’s your Aunt through your paranoid mother… my father’s used to keeping
things from his brother.”
“Yeah, but your dad is scary.”
“He’s going to be your boss if
you’re serious about this. He’s not
scary. Intimidating sometimes, I guess,
but not scary.”
“Okay, you basically grew up
preparing for this, and you’ve lived with your dad, so he’s not scary to
you. To others, he kind of is.”
“You’re going to have to get over
it. I’ll go with you, I guess, but I
can’t get you started.”
“If my tracker is really going to
be in my ass, I’m going to kick yours.”
“It’s not like everyone’s got
trackers in their ass, calm down. My
sisters all have them, my mother does, and my father does, and no one in my
family has a tracker up their ass, so you’ve got a fair chance of escaping it.”
“I hope so.”
“Ivy’s is down her throat,
basically – she got her tonsils out and a tracker put in. When Ella broke her leg and she was like
seven? Yeah, right into her knee, she
never knew about it. Remember when Kayla
fell off her bike and had to get stitches in her forehead? That was when she got hers. Mom got one after the last time she was
kidnapped, but she knows about it; the girls don’t. Our dads both have one too… I don’t know if
your mom does.”
“My dad has a tracker?”
“Yeah… they’ve had them since they
were really little. Our granfather had
them put in just over their hearts.”
“So when do I have to talk to your
dad?”
“How soon do you plan to get
involved?” He raised a hand to her again
and switched on the headset. “Nice work,
get out of there.” Then he turned to her
once more.
Before
Garrett grabbed his cell
phone. “Spencer.”
“Who the hell are you trying to
impress?” Garrett demanded of his son.
“Um… hi, the mission’s going fine,
what can I help you with?” He offered.
“I must be getting old, but please
refresh my memory, since when do we take civilians… especially wayward family
members into the control room while we’re overseeing critical missions?”
“
There was a slight pause on the
other end of the phone. “I’m sending
someone to take over for you. Bring her
to my office. NOW.”
“Yes sir.” He took off the headset. “Guess what?
You’re going to see
“That should be fun to watch.”
“Bite me.” The two headed for Garrett the elder’s office
as another agent arrived and they were greeted at the door by Wendell Moose.
“It’s the Mini-Chief, go on
in. He’s waiting.”
Garrett sighed and pushed open the
door to his father’s office. “Hi,
“Don’t give me that ‘hi dad’
crap. What the fuck did you think you
were doing?” Garrett demanded angrily.
“Conducting a tour?”
The expression on his father’s
face told him that his response was clearly a mistake. “You realize how many rules you just violated
by bringing *her* into the control room? I could have you shot for that!!”
“Well that’s an admirable
sentiment except then you wouldn’t have…”
“SHUT UP!”
Garrett shut up.
“Bringing someone without the
proper clearance into the control room, where you are supposed to be overseeing
a mission. You had people’s lives in
your hands and you were too busy flirting WITH YOUR COUSIN!”
“We had one dead one injured out
of fourteen on a critical mission in the first hour. Sir, that’s an excellent figure.”
“I don’t give a damn how excellent
it is! That’s still three kids whose father isn’t going home tonight! That’s one wife who needs to be told she’s
now a widow because you were too busy handing out information about this
organization to a civilian.”
“And if were anyone else,
“And if you’d been doing your job
properly and paying attention, there would be no dead, and probably no injured,
but let’s not get too hopeful now!”
“Well there’s an agent dead. Things happen.” The eighteen year old bit his lip.
“Is that what you’re going to tell
his wife?”
He looked taken aback. “Me?”
“It was your mission. His life was in your hands.”
“But you’ve always…”
“And if I had gone on that
mission, you’d be telling your mother and trying to run the organization.”
Garrett snorted. “You’d never let me oversee a mission you
were on.”
“I’m not about to start coddling
you now. I’m trying to prepare you for
when I’m dead.”
He blinked. Yes, he knew the time would come when it
would be in his hands and his father was gone, but that just… it was supposed
to be years from now. He’d just gotten
his father back not too long ago, after all…
“And what the hell were you doing
answering your phone like a moron?”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s how you answer your phone.”
“I do it because I’ve earned the
respect whoever the hell calling me should be giving me. You just learned to tie your shoes. And stop being such a priss. The tracer doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Garrett seemed to notice
“
“Oh really?” Garrett gave her an
appraising look. “This isn’t the girl
scouts.”
“Yes, sir.”
“My husband wouldn’t make a very
good troop leader, you see,” Cassidy said as she entered the room from behind a
tapestry.
“Not a position I particularly
strive for.” Garrett remarked.
Cass shrugged. “You like the cookies well enough. But you’d have trouble leaving your gun at
home.”
“Yes, I would.” Garrett replied.
She smiled slightly. “I think
“She seemed to have no problem
breaking into Garrett’s files.” He commented.
“I guess we could use another intel agent.”
The slight smile was still playing
on her face. “I’ll keep in contact with
you then,
“The files of all agents are kept
so confidential that only I really know who works for me. You don’t have to worry about them finding
out. Provided you keep your mouth shut,
of course.” Garrett told her.
There was a moment’s pause. “You can go.”
“Right. Thank you, sir.” She practically ran out of
the office.
Cassidy looked to her son. “Were you really flirting with her?”
“No. We were just talking. She’s got a smart mouth.”
“Oh well that’s interesting,
because God knows there’s none of *those* around here,” Cassidy said
sardonically. “Go on upstairs, honey,
I’m going to visit your father.”
“Alright…” Garrett left the office
as well.
"Honey? What's bothering you?
"No... why, what's
wrong?" Cassidy sat in his lap.
He gave her back a gentle rub.
"
"She's what? Damnit..."
She sighed. "
"What the hell is up with our
kids? Why are they so determined to give me a heart attack?"
"
"He better. But what about
"I know... I don't know what
to do about that."
"She doesn't hate you...
she's just eighteen. They all did this. You missed
"They all got themselves
pregnant?"
"No... that was just her bad
judgment. But
"This is different....
"Shh... she didn't mean it,
"What are we going to do
about it?"
"I... I don't know."
"Talk to her? You might have
better luck than I did."
"I'll try..."
"Okay."
She softly kissed him back.
"Do you have a minute to come see our baby?"
"I think I could squeeze him
in." He helped Cassidy stand before standing himself.
"He's adorable, I just want
to play with him all day," Cassidy admitted.
"Well that's because he's my
son." He smirked.
"I can't play with you all
day so I have to make do." She winked.
"Well I'm sure we could come
up with some arrangement so we could play."
"No, I wanna play with the
baby, you stay up later than he does."
"Well then let's go see
"Yes." She took his hand
and led him back up the hidden stairs and into the baby's room.
"Who's that standing up in
his crib?"
"How's the little prince
doing today?"
The child babbled a little bit.
Cassidy leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Isn't he the most precious
little thing?"
"Of course he is. Look at his
daddy."
"Well what else would you
expect from a
"He's a little angel, yes he
is."
Baby
"Has he walked at all
yet?"
"No, not yet. He's taking his
time."
"I saw him standing when we
walked in..."
"Yeah, he stands if he has
something to hold on to. No walking yet, though... want to see if he
will?"
Cassidy sat a short distance from
the little boy and reached out to hold onto his hands. "Come on, little
one."
"Here,
The baby looked at his parents and
then took a wobbly step forward.
"Come on,
"It's okay, just step up and
try again."
"Come on, angel, that's a
boy," Cassidy told him gently.
"Hey! Come here, little
boy!"
Cassidy smiled. "He's so
smart... come here, little man, come over here and see us."
"Look at that! You're
walking!"
He walked the last short distance
to them, smiling at them.
"
"Four out of five ain't
bad."
"Six out of six."
She picked up the baby and settled
herself close to
"Me too,
She kissed him softly.
"Things could be looking up for us for once."
"I love you,
"I love you too,
"Basically she wished I'd
never come back...and that I don't really love you, but I do,
"Of course I know that."
"Good."
"I wish we still had the
place in
"Why?"
"So the two of us could take
our baby and run away."
"Who says?" Cass replied
with a smile. "After all... nothing to distract us... baby sleeping and I
get to play with you. All day."
"Well...while that sounds
like a *very* good idea....I think the other kids might feel left out."
"They're all adults now.
Heck, half of them *have* kids."
Garrett kissed her. "I promise, we'll find some time soon and just go away
for a bit."
"Good. Oh... and you should
talk to Ella. She was afraid you wouldn't take it very well..."
"I will."
"Good." Cassidy smiled
suddenly. "I hope her baby is *just* like she was."
"She'll get a taste of what
she put us through."
"Exactly. Reptiles and
running away and all of it."
"But we were happy. Even with
that little short stint where things got hard... we've always been happy."
"I'm glad I make you
happy."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"We know,
"Sure, I'll go." Cassidy
kissed
"
"Your mother told me."
"Oh."
"
"What?"
"When were you planning on
telling me,
"Soon, I was just... I wanted
to see how Mom took it first because..."
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
Cassidy entered the room.
"How are you doing?"
"Because....?"
"I was afraid you'd be
upset."
"So I heard." Cassidy
sat on the bed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Why would I be upset?"
"I don't know! Mom, I just
found out I was pregnant! I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do."
"Well you need to think about
it,
"Because... well I thought
you'd be upset because I'm your daughter and all and I'm having a baby."
"Is he good to you?"
"He is. He's good to
me."
"I don't know, Mother."
"And he knows if he hurts
you, I'll kill him?"
"That's the first thing to
decide, then. Before you don't have an option."
"You told him so
yourself."
"What option?"
"I did, but does he believe
me?"
"Yes."
"Good." Garrett nodded.
"Are you happy,
"If you choose to get an
abortion we won't stop you. You're old enough to get into this mess, you're
going to get yourself out of it. You can either have the baby and keep it, have
it and give it up for adoption, or decide not to have it. Your baby. Your
choice."
"I really am,
"It's really not my choice!
No matter what I do, you and dad'll be disappointed and you know
"Good."
"Your father's not making any
choices for you. And you know something? He can be disappointed if he wants, I
just want you to take some responsibility for what's happened and make your own
decisions! Let's get this nice and clear. There is a child growing inside of
you. And you have to decide what to do about it, and then you have to follow
through."
"Fine. I will make a
decision."
"If you want to talk about
it, I'll be around."
"No you won't."
"As a matter of fact,
"You've been so wrapped up in
that damned baby you haven't even noticed anything, Mom."
"News flash, that baby almost
died. And so did I. Babies happen to need quite a bit of care,
"Maybe I don't want to be
someone's Mommy!"
"Then what do you want to do,
"I don't know what I want to
do. But I guess I'll have to figure it out for myself, won't I? Because we both
know that dad won't hear anything I have to say and you won't care."
"Actually, I do care. So
let's sit and have a chat."
"So. You don't want to be a
mother, or you haven't decided yet?"
"I guess I haven't
decided."
"Well... you should talk
about it. About what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking I don't want to
have a baby."
"So you'll make the problem
go away."
"Then I'll have an
abortion."
"Can I tell you? I was forced
into that, a long time ago, and I've wondered what might have happened every
day since."
"I find that hard to
believe."
Cassidy sighed. "During your
father and mine's honeymoon, I was kidnapped... I didn't know I was pregnant,
but
"Well what am I supposed to
do? I don't want to be a mother."
"But you've made yourself one."
She sighed. "You could put the baby up for adoption."
"Adoption?"
"Yes. Someone else would
raise the baby. Maybe when you grew up some you'd be able to contact the
parents and maybe see them."
"And... honestly I don't want
to see you kill the baby."
"I don't know if I'd be able
to kill a baby."
"Good."
"It is good. I'd hoped I'd be
able to instill some values into you."
"I hardly think that not
being able to murder somebody is a value you can give me."
"
"I'm just saying....with you
doing what you do....you can't really take the credit for my values."
"I haven't raised you to do
the same. And where, exactly, do you think your values came from?"
Kayla shrugged. "I don't
know."
"Well they came from
somewhere."
"Maybe I came up with them
myself."
"Apparently not, considering
the situation you got yourself in."
"It's not like I really
planned this, mom."
"Were you careful?"
"Yeah."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Then how exactly did this
happen?"
"How the hell should I know?
Maybe the condom broke."
"Maybe, hmm?"
"What is your problem
now?"
"I'm not happy about this.
You know that."
"Yeah, no shit. I'm not
exactly jumping for joy either."
"Your father's even less
happy."
"I got that."
"Shall I tell him you're
planning to put the baby up for adoption?"
"I guess. Not like he's gonna
care."
"He will."