brady kerrigan ➻ lady marian (notbold) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-06-21 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | brady kerrigan, riley o'connell |
Who: Brady Kerrigan and Riley O'Connell
What: Camelot and the Agency may be on the same side, but who says that means they can't still spy on each other?
Where: One of Camelot's armories.
When: Thursday night, June 21st, 2012
Warnings: Probably a little violence. These kids don't know any better.
The sky was practically lavender, the horizon tinted with a rosy yellow as the sun set over the nondescript building in the middle of nowhere – but in truth, that particular building was about as unremarkable as the boy spying on it. Masked and hooded, he hid in the bushes and watched the comings and goings through high-tech binoculars. He took note of the people who left and the ones who stayed, paid special attention to the changing of the guards and stayed long enough that he was able to predict the next shift, almost down to the second. No one was in a rush here, but everyone had their orders, and everyone followed them to the letter. That much was obvious, even from one hundred feet away.
And that was very boring.
Brady Kerrigan heaved a quiet sigh and set his binoculars down, just for a moment and just to rub the sleep from his eyes. From his position flat on his stomach and adequately concealed at a safe distance, he'd done everything he'd been told to do on this mission, and for once, that was incredibly disappointing. Sometimes reconnaissance was the most thrilling thing an adrenaline junkie could ask for, and other times, well... Other times it was this. It was fighting off yawns and zooming in on unsuspecting guards who picked their noses when they thought no one was watching. It was a drag. He'd worn Marian's stupid mask tonight for bloody nothing. Some super-spy he was, eh?
With one last bitter look at the facility, Brady put aside his disappointment and allowed himself some perspective, something Marian was annoying fond of. He knew how many people manned the armory, approximately, and he knew how many shipments they received over the course of the day, so he knew exactly what to report back to his bosses: Camelot was absolutely ready for a full-scale war against anyone who happened to oppose them. Today that was the Resistance, but tomorrow, who knew who that could be, and that was the frightening bit. If Camelot wanted, they could be even worse than the Resistance, but thank God that was a big if.
For now, at least, Brady thought pessimistically, and he just turned his head to clip his binoculars back to his belt when he saw it, just out of the corner of his eye: a flash of red speeding around the building. The binoculars immediately found his eyes again, zooming in rapidly as he let out a soft, curious whisper, touched with an Irish timbre. "What the devil... ?"
But whatever it was, it was gone. He lowered the binoculars, and as he did, one eyebrow raised, considering. He knew everything about what was outside the armory, sure. But he didn't know anything about what was inside, did he? And besides. He was almost positive he recognized that sharp flash of red. That warranted some additional investigation.
A small grin spread across his mouth, and within seconds, Brady was sprinting across the field, taking cover in the bushes whenever instinct dictated. He located a weak spot in the chain-link fence that he'd seen from his perch hours before and slipped through without a soul noticing, and he took off in the direction of the red. Suddenly his mission parameters had expanded, quite drastically. Tonight was beginning to shape up after all.