Jacqueline Veronique Legrand // Boba Fett (worthalottome) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-12-30 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam saxondale, jacqueline legrand |
Who: Jacqueline Legrand and Adam Saxondale (briefly)
When: 30th December, 2009
Where: All over, followed by a CORE safe house.
What: An introspective setting up tomorrows plot. Also features Jacqueline handing over files to Adam.
Warnings: Um, for plot? Nothing else.
There were a million things Jacqueline would rather be doing, for example, she’d much rather be jumping over ditches in five inch heels while napalm exploded all around her while a drug lord was trying to shoot her with a rocket launcher, or she’d rather be breaking into an embassy near where she lived in Paris, and at that exact moment in time she’d rather be in church than where she was. It wasn’t that her job wasn’t easy because acting like a member of the paparazzi was simple work compared with the many other things she could do in her sleep, it was that she was beginning to have moral objections to what she was doing.
It was new, and she didn’t like it. Not one bit.
It was also cold, uncomfortable and incredibly boring, but those things didn’t bother her as much as the niggling feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing helping along the threatening of strangers, people she didn’t and would never know, and another thing to do it to... well, they weren’t friends exactly, but they were people she liked. To a certain extent. At least they were people she didn’t want to see hurt by what she was doing. Getting involved with the community had obviously been a very stupid idea, and one she’d rectify if it wasn’t for her growing attachment to people. Or rather, her growing attachment to her son, which was a different kind of idiocy that she was happier not thinking about. The possibilities for hurt (his) and control (over her) if Saxondale or Morgan found out was immense, she had far too many enemies to be comfortable with the fact that they were talking even if he had no idea who she really was.
She would really be far more comfortable in a ridiculous outfit being shot at. Being stuck in a car waiting for her target to leave a restaurant with nothing more than a camera was grating on her nerves and leaving her far to susceptible to her conscience. She thought she’d got rid of the thing when she joined the CIA but apparently it was just lurking beneath the surface of her conscious mind and waiting to make an appearance.
The car got ditched after she finally got her pictures, leaving it in Peckham to get picked apart by thieves before someone torched the damn thing. She really didn’t care what happened to it because it wasn’t hers to begin with.
She changed her look ten times over the course of the day, switching outfits, hair colours and prosthetic faces after every series of photographs. There would be security cameras all over the world and Jacqueline Legrand wouldn’t appear in any of the footage, even as it caught glimpses of her many varied aliases. The focus on the mission didn’t help her uneasiness a bit; in fact it made it slightly worse.
The whole thing was designed to cause panic, and it’d probably work. There wasn’t much worse than the nonverbal threat and promise that we know where you are and we can kill you as easily as we can take your picture, if there had been actual gun fire at least they’d all know what was coming. She might not be the brains behind the operation but being a key player in causing certain peoples panic just made her feel vaguely ill. She’d much rather be fighting her way out of somewhere after being tortured for three days than doing this.
Waiting for Saxondale was almost as bad as waiting up a tree to get the perfect shot of someone sleeping. Not because it was uncomfortable or creepy, but because she disliked having any dealings with the man. The CORE safe house was protected from prying eyes with a variety of techniques, but she heard the creek of the stairs and went into a defensive position before Adam Saxondale poked his head around the door.
“Hello!” He waved perkily. God, what she’d give for someone to shoot him in his smug little face, or be paid to do it. She wouldn’t even charge them a lot of money for the privilege.
“Saxondale,” Jacqueline greeted, handing over the camera. “The pictures are all on the data chip. I presume you have people who can sort all of that out for you.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Excellent work, Jacquie,” She narrowed her eyes but he ignored it, which even she’d admit was probably a good thing for her as well as him. “Now your payment has been wired to your bank account, what was it again?”
“Ten thousand for every set.” She should have charged CORE more, but she didn’t want to push her luck too much. They were beginning to look like the winning side, even if she didn’t necessarily like the idea very much. Their money was still good with her and if she needed to then she’ll just use it to disappear.
“That’s right. Good, glad we’ve got that settled.” He looked at her for a moment. “That means you can leave. I have another appointment here and I don’t need you glaring at them.”
She was glad to get out of there, and would be even happier when she finally got back to Paris, but she still couldn’t shake the growing feeling of guilt. It was probably something else she’d just have to learn to live with.