The person that created alarm clocks should be stoned. Seriously, no other ringtone except for one that sounds like a fire drill. If I have the power ,I'll destroy all the alarm clocks in the world. But for now ,let me stop this one.
As I stretched my arm,I became painfully reminded of some facts
- Out of anger I broke my alarm clock,both at my sister's house and GIB living quarters,so I was not in my house.
- My arm felt like lead and there were wires connected to it(oh no,they're extracting my brain).
- This was not my room,I'd never put on the lights.
- The alarm clock was in fact a heart monitor.
The memories then came rushing back ,chasing him down,getting shot,Donovan carrying me. I groaned and I heard a chair creak followed by someone saying she's awake.
I tried to open my eyes,the brightness burnt my eyes.
"Which one of you dimwits decided it would be nice to kill me by too much brightness since I didn't die by a Gun?" I croaked,my throat felt dry.
"I told you she'll complain" I heard Johanna say
"And I don't know why I'd have preferred your death" Arthur ever the charmer said lovingly
"So sweet,baboon" it hurt to talk,I requested water. Johanna gave me the cup of water and I drank it.
"How did the roles get reversed? Before you left here,Donovan was supposed to get shot." Johanna commented
"Thanks for the love guys" Donovan said as he came in.
I felt that my wrist was in fact empty,so I turned to face Johanna.
"Despite your bring subconscious, you did not allow anyone that was not Arthur to touch it" Donovan said
Way to go subconscious me.
"Can we please get out of here,I feel like I'm dying or something" I said,ripping off the IV lines.
I saw that I was just in a sports bra.
"Well,I wouldn't mind at all" Arthur replied
Soon we got to the room. There were still some CIA officers around so it was necessary.
"What next now?" I asked
"Nothing,you go back to your vacation,we are handing over to the CIA in cooperation with GIB Miami" Johanna said.
Gloooooooryyyyyy,Bahamas here I come.
I stood up then.
The case is over.
"Goodbye guys"
"Bye Phoenix"
Mr X
I was beyond furious. I stared at the ex-GIB officer.
"How can a mere girl outsmart you?"
I looked at the box again.
"E... Sir... She's a GIB officer"
"GIB huh...."
FIONA
The next day
Alert Agent Phoenix,you have a message
I instantly got up all the while praying it was not Ethan that sent me a message.
CODE WHITE
Do these people not understand the concept of a vacation?
What was going on anyway?. A code white signified a very formal event that requires us to wear White and it usually is the installation of a head or vice head.
I rushed ,really I did but it was just a code white,so I got there fifteen minutes after the function started.
We settled down at the declassification room(for agents who have died during battle or done something brave), my name was on the wall too.
I sat next to Agent Louis(known as cheetah ) as we listened patiently to Johanna.
Now,allow me to explain something.
GIB is what is called Emergency and Domestic Violence department, every other thing is for formality sake. We are like the NIS except more anonymous.
On the list of security agencies we are registered under the CIA,so when you check the list you have CIA(Emergency and Domestic violence department).
"...So,I'd like to appoint Agent Sylvester as our Vice Head" johanna said and everyone started clapping
"Wait what?" Who said that? Oops me.
The Hall was silent now,well might as well go through with it. I stood up .
"Agent Sylvester I don't think has ever gone on a field work,he is just a negotiator and you feel he will be suitable ?"
"Agent Fi,who do you think would be suitable then?" Johanna asked
"Pick whosoever you want but he is not my Vice Head and will not be regarded as such"
I walked to the door,held it open and said loud enough for every one to hear
"Vice Head my foot!!"
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