The Warling

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Mira’s language skills were unparalleled and using her magic, she had taught herself to be fluent in another four languages.

She was quickly promoted through the ranks of MI6 (or the Secret Intelligence Service as it was officially known) with ever increasing security clearance and when she was high enough, she began to bring in pictures of the bifrost markings left at each landing site, telling her colleagues that decrypting them was a hobby.

Of course, she was fluent in the Aesir language and symbols, but she made it look like she was trying to decipher them, working out a little at a time.

From reading books and articles on amnesia, she thought that retrograde amnesia was the one that most fit her. She had no memories of her life before a certain date (except her dreams, and she wasn’t sure they counted as memories) however she could remember everything she had learned, from being able to walk and dance (which to be fair, she could have learned as a human) to being able to read and write Asgardian, Vanirian and a couple of other language that her dreams hadn’t touched on yet.

Once she began her Asgardian translation puzzle, it only took another five weeks until she was approached by someone.

Her surprise when she was bundled into the back of a van was genuine, and it was only quick thinking that stopped her from fighting back, as she (or Little Dove) had been trained to do.

She was delivered to a SHIELD base, but of course they didn’t tell her they were SHIELD until she agreed to work for them.  She had studied so much footage from New Mexico that she recognised the man who sat before her. He hadn’t been at New York, but he was at the other two sites, New Mexico and Greenwich, which was just a few weeks ago.

She had watched the destruction by the Dark Elves with rapt attention, as had almost everyone else on Earth. Obviously her office was flooded with activity, but her workload actually lightened. It turns out that alien attacks actually deter terrestrial terrorists for a bit. Who knew?

Once her hood was pulled off, she had found herself in some kind of interrogation room, cuffed to a chair.  The man sitting before her, with his slightly thinning hair and sharp black suit, knew Thor. She was sure of it.

“Whoever you are, I don’t know any secrets.”

“We’re not interested in your present job, Miss Aves, we’d like to offer you a new job.”

“Most people take an advertisement out.”

“I’m afraid we can't do that, our organisation is underground.”

“My bosses will realise I’m missing, you know, they’ll come looking for me.”

“I highly doubt that, they think you’ve been transferred to the Foreign Office.”

“Who are you?”

“We’re the good guys.”