Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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We left off on the agency plane flying back to the US from Colombia. You had a nightmare, and the President invited us to dinner at the White House. I had told you this, and I was thinking about wheather to ask you to join my agency or not.
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(Right, okay! Whose turn was it?)
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(crap, I cant remember, ill just go)
I sat on the bench, looking at you and wondering if I should ask you to join the Agency, DAG. -
(M'kay. Thanks)
I'm still sitting down, staring at the floor, when I remember something. "They knew you..." -
"who?" I ask quietly.
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I glare at the ground, trying to remember. I giggle. "The guy I shot. Right before he knocked me out the first time, he said that the him and I had a 'mutual friend'."
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"well, it seems you paid him back, with intrest," I say with a half smile. Then I look down, "they wanted to get to me, so they took you."
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I smile at your first comment. "Yeah, but there were more of them. And they have my cell phone, meaning they have your number and god knows who else's information."
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I think for a moment, "NSA can kill it, fry your phone." I think a little more, and laugh. Remembering an old story.
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(*goes back 124 pages, finds our soap and feels like a boss* xD)
I look up at you. "What?" -
(like a boss)
"Old story, we fried a mid level Al Qaida operators phone once, and we made sure he got a replacement. With ten grams of C4 inside" -
(Yeah, like a boss. Very very proud of myself. xP)
I laugh. "Well, that's a nice present." -
(as you should!)
"ive only heard stories, but his last call came from the Director of the CIA." -
(shall I revive it, or shall we just continue here?)
I tilt my head a little, and feeling slightly stupid, ask. "Whose last call?" -
"the guy we got the explosive phone too, lets just say we... blew up his phone," I say with a grin.
(bump it, but lets continue here.
And thats a true story too.)
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