Evelyn "Adept" Ward (kinesthetic) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-05-17 14:49:00 |
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Following Orders
Narrative
Evelyn was stood in front of her most senior of officers, being commended on a job well done. She'd managed to kill a high ranking senator without the press or anybody being any the wiser that the assassin was in the service of their very own country. The Irish in her wanted desperately to speak out of turn, but the soldier instinct was stronger, so Evelyn held her tongue.
"We have a new mission for you," her superior officer continued. "It's more subtle than you're used to, but I have complete faith that you'll complete it with as much finesse as you've shown on other areas.
"An' what's the mission?" Evelyn asked, her Irish accent lilting the syllables and making every word seem like a spoken word of poetry.
Her superior officer held up a finger and turned his attention to his laptop for a second, bringing up a picture of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning "Do you know what this is?"
Evelyn lifted her eyes to the projection board. She knew exactly what that place was, but decided to play dumb. "No, sir, I don't. D'you care t'enlighten me?"
He snorted quietly. "That my dear soldier Ward is the school where all the freaks, excuse the phrase, learn how to control their powers." He shifted through various photographs of the school and its occupants. "We would like to ascertain its threat level and whether or not it's in need of an intervention."
She frowned, only briefly, clearing her expression a few moments later. "An' what does this have t'do wit' me?"
"Oh, but it has everything to do with you." He stopped the slide-show on two pictures in particular: one of dark haired man and another pure white haired woman. "Meet the headmaster and headmistress of the school itself. Mutants themselves, imagine that?" He met her impassable gaze and then shrugged his shoulders. "We need somebody on the inside, to monitor and report back what happens there, see if we need to take action."
"An' ye t'ink I'm the lass for the job?" Evelyn questioned, knowing that this was a bad idea, a very bad idea.
Her superior officer nodded his head. "Exactly. You have the qualifications, not to mention that little glitch in your DNA that makes you perfect for this job."
Evelyn's jaw tightened at the suggestion that her mutation was a glitch in her DNA and just breathed through it. "All due respect, sir. I t'ink there are better people fer the job."
"All contrare, solider. There are not."
She swallowed hard. "An' how am I supposed t'get inside? They aren't gonna let any old riff raff inside their doors."
"Again, you're wrong." Her superior officer gathered up a file and rose to his feet, presenting Eve with it. "Your official documents and your cover story. Trust me, they'll buy it."
Evelyn took a hold of the folder and lifted her light hazel gaze to her superior officer's face. "So I'm jus' supposed t'watch the place?"
He nodded. "For the moment, yes. We'll be sure to feed you new orders as the time goes by. We simply want to assess the school's threat level and if it's worth risking all out war with the mutants to wipe it off the face of this planet."
She opened the folder and looked through the information, wondering how long she had to learn the details by heart. "How long until I ship out?" She knew there would be no more arguing, clearly this is what her superior officers had their hearts set on.
"In a few days," he replied. "I'd suggest you take that time to learn your story, we wouldn't want them suspecting a thing." A slight pause and a slow smile. "Dismissed."
Evelyn lifted her hand fired off a salute, turning on her heel to leave the room. She felt like a weight had been pressed onto her shoulders, one she wouldn't be able to shift for a very long time. They had to be testing her, like she hadn't proved herself hundreds of times over.
Fine, she'd do the job, get in and get out.