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Gold
Coast, Australia
The
cute accents were the delicious frosting on her Australian cake. She had been relaxing
at the beachfront property leased by her employers and just taking some time
off. After that job in Hong Kong there has been what another two or three she
couldn’t quite be sure as she sipped on her ice cold pineapple and lemonade
juice.
There
was that car chase in Tokyo, then the thing with the horses in Kentucky, the
unrelentingly cold nights of Siberia yeah she thought that was all of them and
having remembered her jobs she remembered why she had these times off to
collect herself, to pamper herself and just to be something other than the
ideally camouflaged operative that she was.
They
had said it was a strength of hers the ability to switch off avoiding or at
least putting off the chance of burnout that all too often happens to good
soldiers turning them into something that was a lot less about honour and
discipline and more about cruelty. She was no girl scout but she didn’t take
pleasure in inflicting pain or death it simply was preferable to her own demise
and necessary for the completion of the jobs she took.
They
said it was at least partly down to being trained at such a tender age but
Mission couldn’t be sure her thoughts on the subject were that people were just
different some more suited to jobs and roles than others, she had met enough of
them after all criss-crossing the globe half a dozen times on her jobs.
It
was true she admitted though that she could switch gears easily enough she had
done other jobs and they were fun but of course they didn’t pay nearly as well
as covert gigs and she had grown expensive tastes over the years plus she
really liked working with her team they had grown into a bit of a family
despite all efforts to do that lone wolf thing. It was true she liked her alone
time but who doesn’t like to curl up with a good book crank a few chapters and
then disassemble and clean HK .45 in their down time.
She
was a little bored though just relaxing in her top floor apartment so she
resolved to go to the beach, swimming in a chlorinated pool with the ocean less
than 10 miles away was sacrilege if she ever heard it so she selected her beach
attire grabbed an oversized t and board shorts locked up and went downstairs
and into the bright Australian afternoon.
She
slipped into the yellow FTO GPX she had the use of while here and drove out of
the car park and out onto the main road in the direction of Halcyon Cove the
local beach and while it may appear to the untrained eye that the young woman
who strolled out of her holiday apartment without a care in the world the reality
was that she was always aware of her immediate environment and didn’t take any
unnecessary risks. When you do what she did for a living it was amazing how
people could just ghost write out of nowhere pull out a gun and start shooting
at you without even a “by your leave” so once again it paid to be careful.
Even
the FTO was as close to bug proof as possible with all sorts of
counter-surveillance measure that Mission couldn’t begin to understand but she
was assured by those that did it worked very well indeed. There was a centre
console that the uninitiated would just assume was a DVD player or one of those
over the top diagnostic readouts from Fast & Furious but in reality its
sensors were pointed outwards to pick up on any transmissions nearby.
Within
minutes Mission was pulling into the car park next to the beach. After setting
the anti-surveillance passive sweeping and syncing it to her wrist chrono she
grabbed her tote bag with beach towel, her current book Indigo Spell by
Richelle Mead and some snacks. Then it was off onto the red hot sands to find a
slightly less busy place to set up and continue her relaxing time off, at least
that was the plan.
It
only took 5 minutes of walking to find a suitable spot which was mostly spent
weaving through the towels and parasols of sun kissed people. As she shook out
the beach towel which incidentally had an adorable picture of a chibi style
Goten and Trunks she pulled off your top and then slipped off her board shorts.
This was the part that she always felt a little funny about, strange to be so
weird about showing flesh when she was a trained killer but she was.
To
the wandering eyes out there sunning themselves they would see a 20 something
very athletic woman standing at 5ft 8 inches tall with short spiky blonde hair
and green eyes and a neutral complexion. The closest comparison people are
likely to make were with a sprinter as evidenced by her finely muscled legs and
arms, and Mission wouldn’t deny it she had to maintain herself far and above
just being a healthy young woman. Hanging from a ledge by your fingertips for
an hour just for a job is not something that happens as a result of just eating
your greens.
Even
if she didn’t necessarily like showing off her body Mission wasn’t one to balk
at fashion so she was proud of her yellow bathing suit with open side panels
that hinted at her six pack abs while leaving most of it to the imagination.
She liked it because it looked like one of those ridiculous battle suits that
the anime heroine would have to fight in so many shows with the fight likely
resulting in it being reduced to shreds.
