Kate. Pull out your black lace. This'll be a good one" Philip
Branding strode in and plopped an inch thick folder on the
her eyes, "It's Agent Lance to you, Branding. I'm so sick of your
damn sexist comments. Need I remind you that along with that
black lace comes a 10 millimeter." Kate pulled her newly polished
handgun out of its holster and slammed it down on the table. She
was proud of that weapon. It had taught a great many assholes a
valuable lesson and it was definitly not a child's gun.
"Woah! Cool it
sweetcheeks. That thing could have gone off." Branding said
cooly, but moving away from the gun all the same.
better if it had. Then maybe you'd give me some respect." Kate
spat, sliding her baby back towards her. "You can breathe though.
It's not loaded."
an involuntary sigh of relief escape before he began briefing.
Kate laughed inwardly and only half listened to his speech.
Branding was an ass and didn't take her or any of the other women
involved in Operation LoveSick (Kate hated that title...most
likely thought up by some man) seriously. But Kate knew that he
was secretly scared shitless of her. And who in their right mind
wouldn't be. She was one the highest ranking agents involved in
this new form of investigation and she could handle a weapon far
better then most of the men in the Agency.
LoveSick was the CIA's new attempt to pin terrorists, mobsters,
whatever. If you were commiting crimes and making a shitload of
money doing it, you were fair game. Apparently, someone in the
CIA had finally come to terms that all men were men, and as such,
had certain...desires. That was where Kate came in. Women gain
control of men all too easily, exspecially the good-looking ones.
Kate didn't find herself all that attractive but it was her
inexplicable charm that had drove the male breed to her, even in
her teenage years. Past expierences had taught her to hate most
men, which made her perfect for the job. The objective? Get close
to the assigned target, gather information, and then go in for
the kill. The CIA encouraged arrest but more often then not,
Kate's finger would accidently slip and her target would find
himself staring straight at the barrel of her gun before he
Kate Lance had
an impressive record of 18 successful missions out of 18 assigned
missions. Of the chosen targets, 13 were in their graves from one
of Kate's deadly bullets. Two had been killed on arrest by the
Agency. The other three were facing life in prison. She was the
best and everyone knew it. Her fellow female agents looked up to
her and continously called her up for assistance and guidance.
They weren't all friends exactly. Just connected through the job.
Kate had few freinds and liked it that way. Less people to deal
with, less people to care about. It was easier that way.
Ridilini...29...believed to have mafia affiliation...new leads
suggest he is involved in terrorist activities..." Branding
droned on. Kate grabbed the file and flipped to the cover page.
There was the general info on her target...including a head shot
taken by the agents that had probably been tailing this guy for
months. Kate looked closer at the photo. He looked young, even
for 29. Rarely did she get young targets, even though she was
only 27 (the youngest of the agents in Operation LoveSick..which
made her record even more impressive.). He also had an
intellegent look to him, something that she admired in a target.
It created a game. How intellengent was he? Intellegent enough to
guess who she was before it was too late? She doubted it. Reading
through his general info, Kate added to memory certain facts. He
had blue eyes, black hair, a tattoo of a black rose on his bicep,
and frequented a joint called The Rearing Panther. Random facts
maybe, but Kate knew that it was these details that would help
her get to him. She didn't even bother with the intel until she
had met the target. It was simply more efficient that way. There
would be absolutely no suspicsion on his part if she really
didn't know anything about the case.
Branding finally said. "Any questions?"
Kate got up.
"Are there ever?" She sighed. The system was drilled in her head.
She knew the plans by heart, they were the same for every
mission. "So much for my vacation." Kate said to herself,
holstering her weapon. "Time to pack. What time's my flight?"
smiled. "9:00 tonight. And don't forget that little black dress
you got. Mr. Ridilini will go crazy for that."
Kate glared at
Branding, fingering her gun. If he wasn't a damn agent she would
have shot him a hell of a long time ago. "Fuck you, Branding.
Tell me, when's the last time you got out of your cubicle."
Branding shut up faster than an Indian on flaming coals. His lack
of on-the-job missions was a sore spot for him. He sincerely
hated his desk job. "That's what I thought. I'll be in touch."
Kate said as she slipped out of the conference room and down the
Ahead of her
lay a few hours of packing and protocol security checks. After
that, it was a peice of cake.
Kate walked down the well-lit corrider, the clicking of her
heeled boots echoing off the walls. Secretaries and men in suits
(even a few agents with guns) scurried out of her way as she
passed, giving her nervous looks. Agent Lancing didn't even
notice them. She was used to people being afraid of her. There
were rumors flying everywhere about where she was from and what
terrible things had happened to her to make her so anti-social
and so deadly. Of course, none of them were true. Little was
actually known about Kate Lancing and she liked to keep it like
that. She even found that the rumors helped her reputation and
kept people away from her.
Turning the corner, Kate almost ran into a small blonde holding a
pair of handcuffs.
"Little early for arrests isn't it?" Kate asked, continuing
on her way, the blonde at her heels.
The blonde laughed. "Trish left them in conference 324. I was
just taking them to equipment before she gets fined for losing
Kate rolled her eyes. "You should just let her take the heat for
her carelessness. If she learned to pay attention to detail she
"..be assigned to more cases," the blonde finished for her. "Yes,
I know. Anyway, I heard you got Ridilini."
"Confidential information moves fast around
"Yeah well, the agency has been trailing him for months. He's
very elusive, very smart, and...very cute, as I've heard it," she
said with a sly smile.
Agent Lancing smirked. "Should be fun," she said sarcastically.
Without breaking a step, Kate turned into her office. It was a
large, private room, complete with a small kitchen, a small
conference table and her own personal gun case. Tapping in the
lock code on the LCD screen, Kate continued her converstation
with the girl who she knew was standing in the doorway. "You know
i don't go out there looking for men. They are criminals. It
wouldn't matter anyway. They all end up in
"Don't you mean dead?" the blonde said,
Kate placed her gun in the cabinet. "I rest my case."
"Yes, I know, but you could always fall for one of their
bodyguards or someone like that. Someone who could take you in a
"All guilty by association,"
Kate said, "and it's very unlikely anyone can handle me in a
"Is there something you wanted, Cris?" Kate asked, tiring of the
converstation. She eyed the girl in front of her. Her name was
Cris Fessina. She was short, cute, and funny...not your normal
"gunslinger" type. More then that though, Kate knew her to be
happily married to a dentist. Cris trusted men, or at least, her
man. She was sweet and talkative. Kate could not figure out what
she was doing with Operation Lovesick, except when she saw her on
a case. Her beauty and charms worked so well on men, that Kate
had, at times, did not believe that Cris would be able to turn
the guy in. And then Kate saw her action. Cris handled a weapon
like she handled her hair, with care and precision. She was an
excellent shot. Cris, however, was far more inclined to arrest
then shoot her target, which, of course, the Agency liked. Though
not as successful as Kate, Cris was working her way up fast and
was improving with every case. Kate hated to admit it, but she
kind of liked Cris Fessina, or at least, tolerated
"Nope," Cris said happily, breaking Kate from her thoughts. "Oh!
Well, actually, there was one thing. I wanted to warn you.
Headquarters is on their way down. According to captain's stress
level and his personal displeasure with you shooting your last
target, I would assume they are coming to talk to you...again.
Better be up and out before they get here."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Will do. Thanks Cris. I'll do security and
equipment early and then get a head start to the airport. Hanson
can handle headquarters for me."
Cris snorted. "Captain
Hanson will not be pleased."
"Is he ever?" Kate replied indifferently, grabbing three guns
from her case and then locking it. "I'm heading to security. I'll
see you later."
"Good luck," Cris replied.
"Like I need it," Kate said, only half-joking.