IMF

"Come on Cassidy...you can't have just disappeared..." Garrett muttered, scrolling through things on his computer screen.

"Boss? We found her, but you're not gonna like this..." James Walker interrupted his thoughts.

"Show me."

James pulled it up for him.

Name: Cassidy Kincaide

Age: 21

Physical Description: Auburn Hair; blue/gray eyes. 5'8" tall.

Background Information: Orphan daughter of two IMF agents KIA. Resided as live-in girlfriend of Garrett Spencer, known criminal.

Garrett stared angrily at the screen. "Fucking shit. She works for the IMF."

"I knew you weren't going to like it... sorry."

He took a deep breath. "She'll rue the day when she chose to work against me."

James almost reminded him of her parting words to him, but thought better of it.

"You're dismissed."

"You got it, Boss." James left.

~*~*~

"Agent Kincaide? The Chief would like you in his office."

Cassidy nodded and headed for said office. "Morning, sir."

"Have a seat, Kincaide. I'd like to introduce you to Gerald Sherman. You've never heard of him, but he has greatly affected your life."

Cassidy sat and waited, knowing he'd elaborate if it was necessary.

"Cassidy, have you ever heard of the IMF?"

"I have, sir."

"I'm head of that organization, and I want you to work for me."

She paused only a moment. "Why?"

"Because of how well you performed, and because of how well your parents performed."

"That's how I discovered the IMF in the first place," she said, taking a moment to think. She thought of what her parents might have wanted, and of where she was going... 'THEY ABANDONED YOU!' 'You're a good fuck, use that to get yourself somewhere...' Garrett Spencer's words returned to her. "It'd be a privilege, sir."

"Good. Read this over, it states the stipulations of signing up with the IMF."

Cassidy complied.

After she'd signed Sherman nodded. "Raise your right hand."

She did.

He had her recite the IMF oath, swearing life long allegiance and setting aside all her rights, basically verbally reaffirming the paper she'd signed. Then he signed the paper as did the Chief. "I can't say I won't miss you Kincaide." He smiled, "But you'll do well."

"Thank you, sir." Cassidy smiled as well. She'd gotten on her own feet here.

"Welcome to the IMF, Agent Kincaide."

~*~

The door to Cassidy's room slid open, and she found the room's other inhabitant had already arrived. "Hi."

Calliope Johnson looked up as she heard the door open. "So you must be Cassidy Kincaide." She hopped off her lofted bed and smiled at the red haired girl. "Welcome, guess we're here to experience hell together."

Cassidy grinned. "Looks like. I'm assuming you're either Calliope Johnson or my room's been invaded."

"Yeah good guess." She was surprised to see the girl was close to her in height. Most women weren't. The girl seemed nice, and not too... frilly. "Call me Cal." She held out a stick of gum. "Gum?"

"Thanks. And Cass is fine."

Cal took a piece of gum for herself and chewed in silence for a second before hopping easily back onto her bed. "So...why'd you join up?"

"My parents were agents, until they died. I'm good at what I do, and I can be good at this. Plus a few more selfish, vengeful motives."

"Ah." Cal laughed a little. "One of those."

"I think everyone's got one."

Cal shrugged. "Yeah guess so."

"What about you, why'd you sign the papers in blood?" Cass asked, dropping her bag and kicking it under her bed.

"To keep my ass out of jail." She laughed. "Yes, Calliope Johnson, master thief extraordinaire at your service."

Cass grinned. "I'm not one, just date 'em. Which is... a pretty big part of why I'm here, actually."

"You gonna tell me the whole reason or just skip around it?"

"Eighteen, naive redhead gets her ass kicked out of an orphanage, hooks up with a very hot blonde who happens to be head of a criminal organization. She finds out a year later."

"Well that's fun."

"Criminals, by the way, are good in bed."

"Yeah I know."

Cass flopped out on the bed, enjoying not having to move her newly cropped hair.

"What was his name?"

"Huh? Oh. Garrett Spencer."

Cal's eyes narrowed a bit. "As in THE Garrett Spencer?"

"Yeah."

"I always thought he looked like a damn good fuck."

"Found out later he killed my parents. But yes, he was great."

Cal blew a bubble as she lay back. "What an ass."

"Agreed."

"So my guess is you want him dead."

"Completely dead. And once they say he's dead, I want to poke his corpse with my foot just to make sure it doesn't move."

Cal nodded thoughtfully. "Good deal."

"Anyone in your past?"

"Many, many men." She laughed.

"Well obviously, me too, but anyone in particular you're out to get or out to pay back?"

"Nope. Like I said, I'm just trying to keep my ass outta jail."

"Bet you find out you're good at this."

"I know I'm good at it. I've spent years breaking into things, now I get paid to do it and I get to stay outta jail."

Cass laughed. "Good deal for you, then."

"The dumbasses caught me purely on luck too. Everything was perfect until a cat blundered in and boom, I was in custody. But they offered me this nice deal and I woulda been stupid to turn it down. Besides, there are some damn fine guys around here."

"I didn't get a chance to look. Are there really?"

"Oh yes."

Cass grinned. "Excellent."

"Exactly my thoughts, we'll get along fine."

"I think we will. We'll have to get a system so if someone's getting laid the other one knows to keep her distance."

"Yeah...we'll definitely need one of those."

"Hang something on the doorknob or something."

"Why don't we just make a little sign?"

"Alert, Agents getting laid within?" Cass raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds good to me." She shrugged.

"The higher-ups might not like that one."

"They can kiss my ass."

"Fine with me. I'm not the one on the way to jail if I get booted." Cass grinned.

Cal shrugged. "Eh, whatever."

"You know? I think this is going to work out well."

~*~*~

Cal sighed as she walked into the room. "Okay...wasn't that a completely different guy from the one that was here yesterday?"

"I don't know, I was drunk yesterday."

"WHAT?! Cass, we're not allowed to drink!"

"We're not supposed to be getting laid all the time either."

"It's how I perform." Cal laughed.

Cass grinned. "I like this one, though. He seems to be a good guy."

"What's his name?"

"Krit. Krit Lee."

"Odd name." Cal laughed.

"Well it's Christopher, but he doesn't go by that." Cass shrugged. "Easy to remember, short to yell."

"Ah. Of course. All of us have nicknames, have you noticed that?"

"That we do. And seem to be four letters or less, as a general rule."

Cal thought about this and nodded. "Huh. Go figure."

"Guess everyone else goes by the easy and short rule too."

"So graduation is tomorrow...you excited?"

"Very. It's about damn time to move on."

"Yeah. I agree. This will be...interesting."

"Fun. Get put in our usual little work units."

"Knowing my luck I'll be put with some loser."

"Maybe, maybe not. Guess we'll find out."

"I do believe you've gotten laid more than I have...which is impressive."

"Eh, I lost track who scored more."

"I think we scored more than any of the other girls here."

"Most definitely. And as for me, the red hair gets them some of the time."

"Yeah, cheater."

"Can't hate me for what I was born with."

"Well I've got better boobs...and legs."

"Yeah if I had a few more inches of height I'd have pretty damn good legs too."

"Yeah but you don't."

"Good enough to get what I want."

"Yeah."

"We should sleep," Cassidy said. "Tomorrow's Graduation Day."

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