"What in the world happened out there, Miss Months?!" Megan suddenly saw Dennis appear in front of her out of nowhere and she jumped in fright.
My God, did covert people have to be so creepy?! she screamed in her head, recalling her first meeting with Arthur in her apartment and the unsavory way he had scared her too. This time, Dennis had been lurking just beside the elevator to assault her with his question before she even had the chance to fully step out.
Megan made to tell him how much she hated the charge but when she turned and saw the look in his eyes, she froze. He was mad, she realized. He was very, very mad.
To be honest, it was only logical that Dennis would be angry. The Rio mission had failed tremendously. The team had gotten neither the int
Dennis glared at Ricardo and he glared right back, no word passing between the two of them for what felt like almost thirty minutes; although Megan was fairly certain it was five. They glared at one another like they were in some mental debate only they were privy to.But that tactic wasn't going to get anyone anywhere, Megan thought, groaning inside at what was becoming a visual torture for her. From what she could observe,whatever Dennis was trying to do to Ricardo, which she herself wasn't quite sure of as of yet, wasn't working. The latter looked just as unmoved as he was at the beginning of the encounter. Perhaps even more so now, she judged from the defiant aura that had started to surround him like a shield.It was going to take more than a stare down to break Ricardo DiSanto, she concluded and ma
Dennis rested his back against the table as he began. "The origin of Item 13 goes back to a man named Ernest Ruskin..."Ernest Ruskin was a chemical engineer who lived in Moscow during the time of the Soviet Union. He was closely in association with the government at that time and worked as lead scientist on a number of projects for them, including one codenamedPrevoskhda.The project was aimed at creating a weapon that would have the capability to cause irreparable damage to the enemy at just one strike and thus, gift the Soviet Union swift victory in battle."With the ingenuity of Ernest Ruskin, and a lot of government funds, Prevoskhda was brought to reality," Dennis narrated, "but not for long."As it turned out, th
Havana, CubaSunshades, Hawaiian shirts and shorts, and with a cup of mojito in hand, Ricardo and Megan looked just like every other normal tourist couple in the roadside restaurant they sat down to wait for Ricardo's contact, Sammy on the sunny afternoon.However, anyone who took a closer look at the duo would realize that there was nothing normal- or coupling- about them.For starters, they had barely said a word to one another for the past half an hour they had been seated together; or smiled; or shared any facial expression for that matter that would indicate that they even knew of their proximity to one another. All Megan did was concentrate on the fashion magazine in front of her without turning a page, and Ricardo's attention was on his phone; holding the device
It was like Megan was having an out-of-body experience when things began to happen around her. One minute, she was watching Sammy talk, and the next, she couldn't even explain how she was supposed to feel about anything.The last moment before Megan became a passenger in her own body was when she heard the bike crash into one of Sammy's bodyguards just behind her and she turned to see the biker, still with his helmet on, take out the remaining three guards in quick succession.By the time the biker pointed the gun towards where she was sitting and shot, she was completely logged out of her functions. She heard a scream as she looked to see Sammy fall backwards in his chair- it was actually her voice but she had no recollection of emitting the sound.Like a machine on autopilot, Megan f
"We're all going to die. That's the big idea, is it?" Sammy asked with a look around the room some minutes after Kei's announcement. He still looked a bit groggy but had to be feeling better if he had the strength to ask the question, at least that was how Megan viewed it."Well, is it?" he asked again.Dani looked to Ricardo, and he to Megan; and she just looked at the ceiling with a sigh. It didn't take superpowers to know that they were all at a loss to what to do.No one bothered to consider Kei at all as the last time Dani tried to strike up a conversation with her- he had only wanted to know if she wanted a bottle of water- she had shot him a glare so stern that if looks could kill, he would have been buried; and even then, she still had a mean look about her that had the others
Ricardo drove the Jeep up a hill that overlooked the city before he pulled it to a stop. The moment he did, Sammy got out of the car and stomped round it angrily to face him."What the hell just happened back there, Rick?!" he shouted. "No one said anything about getting shot in the chest." He zipped down his jacket for Ricardo to see the dent the bullet had left in his bulletproof vest.Ricardo sighed exasperatedly. He looked over at Megan who was just getting out of the Jeep alongside Kei.She was fine, he saw to his relief. For a moment before, he had actually been worried that she had been hit in the haze of the bullets raining down on them in the restaurant earlier and was just too excited to notice. From what he could see though, she was fine- a little distracted perhaps by the ordeal they just went through, but fine
"Olympus has been infiltrated," Megan said to Dennis the moment the door slid open to admit her into his office to see him sitting behind his table with his head buried in the tablet in his hand.He looked up from the device, the expression on his face a cross between surprise and confusion. "Please tell me that's a joke, Miss Months," he said."Unfortunately Director, that's something she won't be able to do," Ricardo returned coming in after Megan.Dennis seemed to stop for a few heartbeats at the statement, unable to respond as he watched Megan take the seat opposite his desk and Ricardo make himself comfortable resting against the glass wall."Do you have any evidence to support this wild theory of yours?" he finally asked.
Chersky, Russia"Mum, watch out!"Megan's eyes jerked open as she felt a touch on her shoulder and her sensation returned to the sound of tires screeching against the tarmac.The Chariot had landed, she realized.She looked up to see Ricardo standing in front of the pulled back leather armchair she had dozed off in with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You were moaning in your sleep.""I'm fine," she replied, shaking away his hand from her shoulder- he was the one that had jerked her awake- alongside the last cobwebs of sleep in her eyes. "I'm just tired, that's all."Ricardo didn't seem to be buying any part of that expla