Reconnoiter || Guns N Roses, David Bowie, Bon Jovi

Reconnoiter: Two

I felt so terrible plotting to stick my nose where it obviously didn't belong, especially since not even an hour had passed since I'd been assigned my cubicle. That's the funny thing about curiosity, though; the more you try to keep it down the wilder it grows.

I knew that eventually someone would need Carlisle's help, and she would leave her desk to go assist. When that happened I hastily tiptoed between the rows of computers, constantly looking back over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Carlisle was busy enough, pointing emphatically to an agent's computer screen while snapping at him.

I approached her desk, decked out with photos and a half-drunk mug of coffee. When I sat down I noticed her swivel chair was a great deal softer than my own. With one last glance back at Carlisle I hacked in, my fingers moving just as fast as my mind was. My heart was beating so fast it hurt, and my intuition was screaming at me to get out, now.

But I couldn't, not after I spotted the first file.

William Bruce Rose; W. Axl Rose; The Rebel Sergeant.

I was in awe, his was a name that had more than once or twice crossed my television screen, and quite frankly I had more than once admitted to myself that he was familiar. I began sending all of the files to my home computer for later reading, every single file that even looked like it might have to do with the RUG.

I heard Carlisle's heavy footsteps returning and nearly screamed, exiting out of the database and putting her computer back on the home screen. As fast as I could I raced back into my cubicle, making it into my seat just as Carlisle passed. "Doing alright?" she casually asked, biting into a thick doughnut. Nervously I nodded, already feeling guilty, but simultaneously excited to get to some reading.

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When Cap asked me about my day as we rode the elevator back up to my apartment floor, I had nothing to say. It made me feel even guiltier, given the fact that his floor is below mine and he stayed on just to keep me company. Of course I couldn't tell him that I was crazed out of my mind to begin combing through my findings, so I just said 'good'.

A crease appeared between his eyebrows, the crease that was always indicative of worry; a crease that told me I was slouching, playing with my hair, or eating a souffle with a salad fork. I left the elevator before he could interrogate me, tossing a slurred 'goodbye' over my shoulder. The maid left my dinner on the table, but I wasn't hungry.

I slammed my bedroom door behind me, not bothering to turn the light on. Impatiently I pressed the power button on the side of my computer, almost feeling nauseous. When the screen lit up blue, I got the notification that several files had been imported from an exterior source. My files.

I opened the first one, and took a deep breath.

William Bruce Rose; W. Axl Rose; The Rebel Sergeant.

Age- Unknown. Height-Unknown. Weight- Unknown. Hair color- Red. Eyes- Green. Ethnicity- Caucasian.

Allegiance- Rebel Underground (RUG)

Known among his peers as The Rebel Sergeant, and to the world as the outrageous front man of the band Guns N' Roses, he is the son of The Anarch- the man who lead the Heist on the White house in 1978. Solitary leader of all branches of the RUG across the country.

I never would've guessed. I clicked the next file, which was even more surprising than the last.

Saul Hudson; Slash.

Age- 23. Height- Unknown. Weight- Unknown. Hair color- Dark brown/Black. Eyes- Brown. Ethnicity- biracial.

Allegiance- Rebel Underground (RUG)