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Black Ivy

Dorian's (aka Kiran) POV

We swiftly climb up the short flight of stairs and into the lushly decorated jet. The left side is lined with a large beige coloured couch and a dark wooden table in front of it. The right side has a few smaller couches in the same beige leather. I take a seat on the large couch and Maple plops down beside me, while Darcy chooses to sit on the opposite side of the plane.

"Oh, I forgot Dorian, here's your phone and laptop back" Maple says as she hands me my phone.

We aren't allowed to take our actual phones on assignments with us just in case we are being tracked, instead we use burner phones. But, we get our regular phones and laptops back once the assignment is over. I tap the screen and a dozen messages from my sister Aamilah pop up. I tap on the first one ' OMG KIRAN I NEED HELP, THAT GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT ASKED ME OUT!!!!!' I roll my eyes at the message. Aamilah has a habit of always keeping me thoroughly updated on her never-ending boy troubles.

Aamilah is a model, so she gets more boy attention than she needs. That combined with the fact that she's way too trusting of everyone, it always leads to disaster. The plane suddenly jolts forward, signalling that we are finally beginning to taxi down the runway. I tuck my phone away, deciding to respond to Aamilah's boy drama later.

As the plane rounds a corner and starts to gather speed I glance over at Darcy who looks extremely tense and uncomfortable. His hands are gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles have turned white and his jaw is clenched while his eyebrows are furrowed. I guess he isn't too fond of flying. His eyes catch my glance and I send him a small smile, he just blinks and his shoulders seem to relax a little.

The plane begins to ascend and I decide to use this time in the air to get the post-mission brief out of the way. I open up my laptop, plug in my headphones and begin to type away. A few minutes later I notice that Darcy's head slumps to the side indicating that he's dozed off. Maple has kicked her heels off and has her legs curled up beside her, she also has her headphones in and I can hear the faint classical music emanating from them.

Since the two of them are sleeping I take the liberty to lip-sync and dance a little to a few Megan Thee Stallion songs, while completing my work. After an hour I'm finished with the brief, and since there's still just under 6 hours left of the flight I pull out my favourite book, The Picture of Dorian Gray. I know, I know, real original basing my codename off of my favourite book. I quickly get lost in Oscar Wilde's poetic writing and before I know it I can feel the plane start to descend. Both Darcy and Maple quickly wake up when they also start to feel the plane descend.

The plane lands smoothly and taxis off to the terminal meant for government officials and foreign dignitaries. Since we're in Ottawa and many bureaucrats, ambassadors, world leaders and such visit there's a separate terminal for us to keep the press away. We exit the plane and there is a black SUV waiting to take us to CSIS headquarters. 

We all climb into the car and the fatigue of the days before and the flight starts to hit me. I internally whine at the fact that I'll probably be in a briefing for 2 hours before I can go home, shower and sleep. We pull up to the sleek triangular-shaped building. I step out of the car and straighten my blouse and skirt as Darcy and Maple step out behind me. We all enter the sleek building and head straight for a conference at the behest of Maple. The conference room has all glass windows and a long black table down the middle with a single flatscreen TV at the front of the room. Already seated at the table are a few other senior agents. Maple strides to the front of the room and begins.

"So as you all know the target that agent Dorian was supposed to acquire was a known affiliate of the dangerous North American crime ring Black Ivy. The agreement with CIA officials was that we would be able to send in our agent to extract the target and have him extradited to Canada." Maple explains in a professional manner. "Unfortunately, the Americans had their own plans and sent in one of their own agents for a kill mission on our target.

The target was shot dead by CIA agent Darcy." Maple says as she gestures to Darcy who is seated on her left-hand side. 

"Therefore, we're basically back to square 1 with this case. Black Ivy has only continued to grow their income and their forces. They have a virtual monopoly on illicit drugs in North and South America, apart from that they have been known to be part of human trafficking and illegal arms dealing. The CIA have now requested that this be a joint mission, which we have decided to accept considering the huge amount of resources that they have access to. Agents Darcy and Dorian will be leading on the case." 

As Maple says this I see Darcy glance at me out of the corner of my eye. Working with that dickwad will be a real test of my patience, and I'm not looking forward to it.