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Date: Sun, 22 Mar 1998 17:20:08 -0700
From: Montage 
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Subject: [JQ] FIC: Untitled as of yet 1/?

I'm sending this to both lists just to be safe since I have NO idea
what's going on with either! If you get it twice, I apologize profusely
now! :)

DISCLAIMER: I...do...not...own...them!  I'm just a loyal fan who is also
a writer...sorta!;)


To be Titled 1/?

"C'mon, Eric, you *know* I hate working with a partner!" the tall blond
man leaned his chair back and tossed an M&M into his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mark, but I don't have a choice.  They want two people and
they want my best agents; my hands are tied."

"I am *not* working with Miller.  I'll quit first!  He's an egotistical,
self-centered, pompous, obnoxious...need I go on?"

"I'd actually prefer you didn't.  And you won't be working with Miller."

Mark frowned, "I thought you said they wanted..."

"My two best agents, "Eric finished for him.  "Miller got bumped to
third."

Mark laughed so hard he almost toppled the chair, "Miller got...ha!  Do
you know how long I've been waiting for this?"

"Rough guess...five years.  And you got bumped to second."

The front legs of the chair slammed to the floor as Mark sat upright,
"What!?"

Eric shrugged, amused at his friend's reaction, "She's good.  Completed
the course in 40 flat and hit him right between the eyes.  She can break
into anyplace, no matter how it's rigged.  Not to mention she can wield
any weapon you can name...and probably a few you can't.  She slaughtered
your accuracy scores on every test.  I wouldn't have believed anyone who
told me her qualifications if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes.  I
know you're good, Mark, but she's better."

Mark scowled, "When do I get to meet our little Miss Perfect?"

"How about now?  I think she's down in the range."

His companion sighed, "Let's go get this over with."


The two men entered the sub-basement of the complex; Eric walking in
without a glance.  Mark, on the other hand, had to show  his clearance
card and give a handprint.

"Sorry, Mark, I didn't recognize you with the blond hair.  I liked it
black myself."

"What *is* your original hair color, anyway?" Eric asked as Mark
rejoined him.  "I've seen it every color from brown to green."

"Don't remind me of that assignment, Eric!  Ever...again!"

"Yeah, yeah...so what color?"

Mark smiled even as he rolled his eyes, "Yer lookin' at it."

Eric frowned at him, "I liked it green...OW!"

As they came into the firing range, it was deserted except for a lone
marksman in the very back corner.  As they approached she flipped a
switch and the target came toward her.

"Wallace, I'd like you to meet your new partner."

Mark studied her.  She was about 5'10" with dark brown hair and the
greenest eyes he'd ever seen...almost.  Her mid length hair was swept
back in a french braid with only a few wisps falling loose to hang in
her face.

"Amber Wallace, meet Mark Foster."

Mark hesitantly shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."

She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, "You, too."

He looked at her target and smirked, "Nice job," he said sarcastically,
noting the one hole in the middle of its forehead. 

"Very," Eric commended her, "perfect shot every time."

Mark looked at the score panel and gasped.  

Amber tried to hide her smile, "I'm sure you could do better." 

Eric let out a snort, gaining him a glare from his friend, "If we had
more time, I'm sure he'd try.  But we need to go."

Amber and Mark followed him back to his office, "So, what's this big
assignment you have that I couldn't have handled on my own?" Mark
inquired as he flopped down in the chair he had vacated ten minutes
earlier and grabbed a handful of M&Ms.  Amber stood off to his left.

"Have you ever heard of the "Proteus Experiments"?

"Sure, biological warfare."

Amber frowned, "I thought they shut it down because it was too
dangerous."

"They did," Eric confirmed, "but when they were clearing out the
chemicals they realized there were about five viles of the stuff
missing.  Logically, they assumed they were stolen."

"And *we* get the pleasure of finding them," Mark mumbled.

Eric nodded.

Amber rolled her eyes at her temporary partner, "Do we have anything to
go on?"

Eric produced a folder from his desk and handed it to her, "Just alist
of names of the people involved in the experiments and the government
and military officials who had access to the labs."

She looked less than thrilled with his answer; Mark looked indifferent.

"As of now, you two are on duty, so get your butts in gear."

Mark held out his hand as he stood.  Eric sighed loudly and handed him a
credit card, "I don't know why I'm doing this after last time," he
looked to Amber, "Try to get him to take it easy on the room service;
I'm still paying off the bill from Sarajevo!"

Mark grinned at his partner, "Don't worry, he can afford it; he's just
cheap."

She rolled her eyes as she left the room, Mark on her heels.



NOTE: I couldn't help but send this, even though I haven't worked on
"Every Thorn Has It's Rose" in the longest time!  I've had it around
since last school year, and wanted to see if anyone liked it enough for
me to start up on it again! (Sudden interest inspired by "Danger Girl"
and "The Peacekeeper".

Well?  I think I'll be able to work out the plot after all this time if
anyone is interested! Let me know what you think! :8^)

Always
~Montage~
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