Operation Alauda (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Burned

"Okay, everyone. This is all how it's going to go down." 

I've never really led a mission before (you know, because previously that was Louis's job) so I'm just going to pretend that I know what I'm doing. 

Well, I do have some ideas, but I've never really had an experience as a leader. I'm experienced in absolutely everything except leadership. That's something I'll have to ask Louis. Except, I was too much of a coward to ask anything because if I did they'd think I wasn't good enough yet for this mission. That would be the last thing I would want the others agents to think. But maybe just this time, I prayed, no I begged, that Branson would walk in and help me out. 

I'm overthinking again. Just breathe. 

"Um.. Jenelle? The plan?" Harry waved is hand in front of my face and I shook back into reality. 

"Oh yes. The plan... Well-" 

My prayers were answered. I almost cried out in joy. I'd have to thank Branson later for saving my sorry ass. Twice. 

"There is no need for this. I've got the basic layout for your mission and the rest is all up to you," Branson said, coming in and taking a seat next to Zayn. 

"You all will take a flight to Brazil this Saturday and will arrive there at approximately 13:25 Sunday afternoon. From there, you will take a taxi to the hotel where Medici is staying. Or walk; its only about a kilometer away. Now for obvious reasons, do not make direct contact with each other. If so, make it to a minimal. Any suspicious activity could be fatal to us all. You will need a more advanced form of communication, recently developed by the latter of the most prestigious engineers known. This technology will be of use to you once you arrive at Los Angeles International Airport before your flight, of which the code will be 'quite helpful'. There will be someone there to give it to you. 

When you arrive, each of you will take a separate form of transportation to the hotel. There you will find Medici. This is personal backround."  

Branson shoved a 8 x 10 sized photo towards us and other papers as we examined them carefully. 

He was of 24 years of age, about 30 years younger than I had expected. Born in an underpopulated city in Italy, he had not been raised fairly well. His parents had died from a small epidemic and he was left to fend for himself at the age of 14. 

"Is this all we need to know?" Liam said and motioned to the small stack of papers in front of us. 

"Well... There a few... Minor facts that you need to know about him." Branson spoke uneasily and fiddled with his fingers.  

"Like what?" Alex said. 

Branson looked briskly at me for this moment, then replied, "He likes to take the women he's interested in to dinner. He tends to be a little bit of a - what's the word - a pimp, or player, if you will." 

I almost gagged. 

"And your point is?" Alex said. I could see the wheels turning in his head, as they were turning in mine. I even noticed Liam clench his fists. 

"The point is... If it becomes necessary... You would need to go to all measures to become closer to him and his information, and to do that you would need to-" 

"Branson!" Alex slammed his fist on the table and everyone flinched. 

"Sit down, Agent Callaghan! She is a legal adult and if you want the excess information that not only we, but the agency needs, then you would have to go to extraordinary measures to do that, even if it means seducing the man."