Session 2 - The Enemy
As soon as she received the 'all clear' message Agent Fox finished typing her update and stood up, stretching her muscles out. There was little to report, but there was little that she could do until Martin was stabilized. She frowned at her muscles; they shouldn't be so cramped after this. She had to keep going, and it was likely that she would be forced to endure more and more breaks as the horror of Martin's experience took its toll on the both of them.
She stepped out into the hallway, wearing a lab coat to conceal her cat suit as it attracted considerably less attention. Someone paying attention might notice her black combat boots or gloves, but for the most part she looked the part convincingly enough for the locals. The only glances she got were from men checking her out.
That was something she couldn't help, yet she knew that this could be a positive or a negative depending on the mission's needs. She was attractive, standing at 5'7". Her body was very slim, yet she was blessed with natural C-cup breasts. Her hair was long and brown, arranged as the mission dictated. Certain stealth missions required mobility, and she could bundle her hair up. Others required mingling with wealthy men in the company of beautiful women hanging on their arms. Even without the aid of make-up, Fox could fit in with those women.
Her male colleagues called her a 'femme fatale' because of this, but she was more than that. Some of the techies called her "the Baroness" behind her back, alluding to a dangerously sexy fictional character. She didn't care for that, but they were smart enough to never call her that to her face.
Keeping her stride direct and purposeful, Fox moved towards the secure section when she abruptly stopped. Every mission had parameters, yet to expect the unexpected was a must.
Even so, the sight of the blonde Brea arguing with the soldier was jarring.
"I will NOT leave," she proclaimed defiantly. "I did not come all this way for nothing!"
Rather than come to the soldier's immediate aid (he was in no danger), Fox analyzed the situation. How could Brea possibly be here? This woman looked exactly like Brea, except that her hair was radiant blonde. She wore a leather jacket, but beneath that was a party dress cut perfectly to accent her figure.
Considering the dress, and the presence of make-up (although she didn't need much), it took Fox a moment to sort it out. Her files on Brea were not very complete; indeed her very significance was not understood by her superiors. She would have to address this at a later time. To her own surprise she recalled Martin's thoughts about Brea.
When he picked out Brea's engagement ring, he had to seek out help from a sister of Brea's. The sight of the blonde Brea again brought another detail of the memory into clear focus.
Brea had a twin sister. Tracy.
"I'm sorry miss," the solider apologized, trying to diffuse the blonde woman's agitation. "But you are not allowed to go any further."
As Fox expected, Tracy didn't take the news well. "I will not go away! I heard about the quarantine, and I drove five hours straight to get here as soon as I heard about Martin..."
"How did you hear about the patient?" Fox interjected. The soldier glanced at her and backed down, both intimidated by her and grateful that Fox was taking care of this problem instead.
Undaunted, Tracy folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at Fox. "Unless you're willing to give me some answers, I don't see why I should tell you anything miss...?"
"Fox," the Agent answered simply.
Tracy cocked her eyebrow at her. "Fox...what? Doctor Fox? You expect me to think that you're a doctor wearing those boots?"
Fox was not amused. "Just Fox. As for your knowledge of the patient, I could have you arrested for with-holding the information."
Rather than be intimidated, Tracy just gave her a challenging smirk. Fox realized just how different Tracy was from her sister; Brea seemed sweet and composed while Tracy was much more feisty.
"Then arrest me," Tracy said. "I haven't heard from my sister in days, and trust me she would've called me much sooner than that. She was going to receive some great news."
Intrigued by Tracy, Fox decided to startle her. "Pertaining to an engagement?"
This had the desired effect, and Tracy's confidence faltered. "How did you...?"
"We know everything," Fox lied. "We know about the ring, about your assistance in picking it out...shall I continue?"
Tracy's face fell. "No...that's fine..."
"Good." The sight of Tracy losing her confidence somehow made Fox feel for her. Not even sure why, Fox gestured to a nearby waiting lounge. "Currently we are questioning Martin, miss. When we know anything about your sister Brea we will let you know."
Biting her lip for a moment, Tracy finally offered Fox an appreciative smile. "Thanks...I just want to know what happened to my sister."
Confused why she was feeling so sympathetic, Fox offered an awkward smile. "Of course. When I find anything relevant I will let you know. Until then, stay close. You may know something that may be of value to me."
Tracy nodded eagerly, yet when Fox turned she felt herself confused. Why was she willing to help this woman that she'd just met? Tracy was nothing to her...no, it was worse than that. Tracy was a threat to her mission.
Somehow, she found out that Martin was being kept here. That information was classified outside of military circles and Martin's family, which she knew disproved of Martin's relationship with Brea. They certainly wouldn't have told her anything.
Fox cleared her head of such distractions. She would report this to Doctor Emerson and her superiors, and let them content themselves with searching for the leak.
She punched in the code and re-entered the main room. The doctors were still monitoring Martin, but it was clear from their demeanor that the crises had passed. They paid her no attention aside from odd looks, which suited her just fine as she passed them by. Fox quickly entered her own private room, sparing a glance at Martin in the adjacent room. He was relaxed, heavily medicated and attended to by his strikingly hot Asian nurse.
"It's time to continue this Martin," Fox said quietly. She knew that he couldn't hear her, but she felt the need to say it anyhow. She took up her seat and placed the ring on her head. Her hand lingered on the switch before finally switching the device back on.
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"I don't see anyone," Cammy pointed out, using her flashlight. She gave the drawings of cavemen fighting dinosaurs a strange look before dismissing them.
"They caves go down deeper," Martin said, disinterested. He held the ring in his hand, staring at it. Why was it that events always seemed to get in the way of this perfect moment? It wasn't fair!
"How much further...oooh?" Cammy's startled sound finally made Martin look up. Her eyes stared at the ring, causing him to pocket it quickly. "What is that?"
