Post by alix desi sherwood on Jun 23, 2012 14:19:33 GMT -5
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so i tell myself that i'll be strong
THEY'RE CALLING CALLING CALLING ME HOME
Alix picked up her pace as she neared one of the many entrances into the Ministry. She’d gotten a page this morning with the code that said to report to headquarters as soon as possible, so here she was briskly walking down a deserted path. Her heels clicked on the asphalt as she listened closely for any sounds that would indicate someone was following her. Her cover was still solid but that was no reason to get careless and cocky now. Those emotions ruin some of the very best agents, Alix sighed as she entered a phone booth and silently watched as it worked like an elevator, transporting her down. She has a special access code that would allow the phone booth to transport her directly to the Ministry’s Magical Law Enforcement, Undercover Division. The last thing she needed was every witch and wizard on the main floor pointing a wand at a wanted death eater when she stepped out. The U.D. were aware of her operations, and they didn’t normally call her in unless it was an emergency. She could only imagine what had forced them to pull her right now; they just normally sent her handler in with whatever intel they had to pass on to her.
As the booth stilled she readjusted her purse and stepped lightly out into the hustle and bustle of the U.D. Glancing from side to side, to see if anything had changed, she headed to her bosses office. They had added a few more plants to the main room, as well as reorganized the desks. The walk ways were suddenly a little bigger and far less cluttered. As she passed her handler’s desk she realized something that made her cold inside. Celia’s desk had been cleared off, and that could only mean that the young woman was dead. Celia had been a dedicated agent that would never have transferred or left her hanging out in the field without telling her something was up. Anger and determination seeping into her petite form Alix resumed her steps with a much more forceful gait.
How dare they not tell me she was going out into the field for something…what were they thinking sending a green as grass agent into whatever situation that suddenly cropped up. Glowering at any that stepped into her path she marched to the door and, without knocking, stormed in. “Jack/Naomi, what’s the meaning of this? Celia is gone, why didn’t you contact me sooner? I could have helped or something.” Focused entirely on her boss she neglected to follow her training and scan the room. She was only aware of the figure before her and she was anxiously awaiting an explanation for the death of one of her only real friends. It was hard to develop deep friendships when people either thought you were a death eater or flaky cause you cancelled so many appointments. Alix had to keep a tab on both her life at the Ministry and her life as a well-known death eater. Not many knew her name of course, but it didn’t stop them from knowing her face; even if the U.D. did it’s best to limit the amount of press she got. She cocked a hip and slid the door shut behind her as she waited impatiently for an answer.
As the booth stilled she readjusted her purse and stepped lightly out into the hustle and bustle of the U.D. Glancing from side to side, to see if anything had changed, she headed to her bosses office. They had added a few more plants to the main room, as well as reorganized the desks. The walk ways were suddenly a little bigger and far less cluttered. As she passed her handler’s desk she realized something that made her cold inside. Celia’s desk had been cleared off, and that could only mean that the young woman was dead. Celia had been a dedicated agent that would never have transferred or left her hanging out in the field without telling her something was up. Anger and determination seeping into her petite form Alix resumed her steps with a much more forceful gait.
How dare they not tell me she was going out into the field for something…what were they thinking sending a green as grass agent into whatever situation that suddenly cropped up. Glowering at any that stepped into her path she marched to the door and, without knocking, stormed in. “Jack/Naomi, what’s the meaning of this? Celia is gone, why didn’t you contact me sooner? I could have helped or something.” Focused entirely on her boss she neglected to follow her training and scan the room. She was only aware of the figure before her and she was anxiously awaiting an explanation for the death of one of her only real friends. It was hard to develop deep friendships when people either thought you were a death eater or flaky cause you cancelled so many appointments. Alix had to keep a tab on both her life at the Ministry and her life as a well-known death eater. Not many knew her name of course, but it didn’t stop them from knowing her face; even if the U.D. did it’s best to limit the amount of press she got. She cocked a hip and slid the door shut behind her as she waited impatiently for an answer.
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