The Unknown

"Date: July 23rd, 2094; Location: Jacksonville, Florida; Target: Mrs. Brianne Dane"

Oliver looked over at her partner, Lindon, and sighed, This'll be just great, she thought, Easy peasy! We'll have it done by morning!

"Will do General Royle. We have all of our information and we can have it done ASAP." Lindon said to the director over the video chat.

General Royle nodded his head, quickly brushing his mahogany hair out of his atlantic blue eyes - that, as Oliver had seen, had never shown any form of kindness to his agents- and ended the call with the touch of the screen. Oliver stood up from the uncomfortable, hard and straight back grey chair, one of three around a stark white table covered in paper and computers, and bounced on the balls of her feet.

"So when are we going?" Oliver chirped, "I can't wait for this to be over! Then I'll get at least a week off from doing the General's work."

"Oliver," Lindon started, "Just because this is our last assignment before our break doesn't mean we can be sloppy or over excited."

"I know, but-"

"No. We should start gathering information on this Mrs. Dane woman." And so the long amount of time spent on research began, Oliver never stopped moving and Lindon not moving at all. When they were done, they had set off to get the target to safety. Their plan had been to contact her right before the press conference and tell her the danger she was in. Then they would have her take the amiodarone pill to stop her heart and have one of their own snipers shoot her during the press conference, then when all the other people in the room had cleared out, they would save Dane from death. But the plan didn't go as smoothly as the NSA had planned for, and that had always been a large possibility.

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Oliver looked around the press conference lobby room and batted her coal colored hair out of her ivory face and apple green eyes, not spotting Dane. She looked down at her communications unit, a watch that tripled as a timepiece, a communicator and a distraction using the sun when needed. The chocolate faced and gold numbered Switzerland watch gleamed slightly at her in the sunlight, not standing out much from her dove button up shirt barely showing from behind her navy medium length dress coat, raven dress pants and midnight black dress boots going up slightly past her ankles, with only one inch heels. While looking down at her new com. unit, she didn't see the similarly blue clad partner stop beside her until he touched her shoulder. Oliver jumped slightly and Lindon chuckled at her little squeak of protest she gave and he hugged her.

"You don't have to go so over the top with our cover relationship..." Oliver murmured as she looked at his sapphire blue suit coat arm below her head.

"Too bad, and you can never go over the top in a relationship," Lindon said, pulling away from her, "Plus we are supposed to be newly wed's Mrs. Stanley."

"Of course Mr. Stanley," Oliver said slipping on the simple gold band that she always wore when they needed to be a married couple.

"Have you found our target?" Lindon asked, "Because I can't seem to find her."

"Do you think they might have gotten to her first?"

"Doubtful, but still possible." Lindon muttered adjusting his arctic tie and his snow white shirt and resetting his matching black on black Switzerland watch, that was also the same kind of com. unit that Oliver had on her wrist.

"Helpful," Oliver snorted back, "But we aren't one hundred percent certain she could be late."

"There is also that possibility, but hopefully she gets here before the conference starts." Oliver nodded and looked around once more.

"Found her," Oliver said, nodding her head in the direction where one Mrs. Brianne Dane was just walking into the lobby, "We'd better move or someone could get to her before us."

The two NSA agents clad in different shades of blue moved over to the green clad target and asked her to see her away from everyone else, Dane accepted and they moved off into a corner, Lindon explaining everything to Mrs. Dane in a hushed voice. They convinced her to go with the plan and the plan carried out as planned, until one person, who they believed to be from the rival agency, stayed back to 'help' Mrs. Dane because he was a 'nurse.' Lindon tried to get the man to let him treat Mrs. Dane and showed him his fake ID of a nurse, but the man wouldn't leave, saying he knew her on a personal level. When the man carried Mrs. Dane out to his silver Mustang GT claiming to take her to a hospital, then drove away in the opposite direction of the nearest one, the two partners knew something was up and immediately called for backup to help find the rival agent. They hopped into their wine red Toyota sports car and raced after him, eventually reaching a large, two story, shadowy, broken down factory building by the edge of a rock face leading to the open sea. They quickly got out and raced for the building's entrance, spotting the poorly hidden silver Mustang GT just behind the building.

They heard a gunshot and, with no delay, sped on. They stopped at the back of the building where there was no wall separating them and the cliff leading to the water below, as they saw a needle near Dane's heart, and the fresh bullet wound on her head, "No." Oliver gasped in disbelief.

Lindon slowly moved up and felt for a pulse, "She's gone."

"But-" Oliver was cut off as she was shoved off the ledge and into the water below.

"Oliver!" Lindon shouted, turning around he found nothing. He growled and turned back around, dropping his gun and diving into the water after her, his splash the last thing he saw and the rushing air around him, with water rushing around him.

The water was still, calm and quiet.

Oliver's head popped up from under the water as Lindon dragged her unconscious form onto the nearby beach, "Oliver? Hey, come on you can get through this," He muttered to her, starting to administer CPR.

"One, two, three, four, five six..." Lindon muttered, he pushed on her chest thirty times and then leaned down and tilting her head back, breathed into her mouth twice, seeing her chest rise and fall with the breaths, before going back to to compression. After repeating himself four and a half times, Oliver's chest rose and fell in a steady movement and Lindon stopped administering CPR. While Oliver was slowly regaining consciousness Lindon pulled her up out of the water and onto dryer sand. Lindon looked over the semi-calm water and the azure sky slowly turning into a fiery red sunset sky, praying silently that Oliver would be fine.

"Beautiful sunset..." Lindon heard a raspy voice say beside him, "What happened? I-I can't remember..."

Lindon explained what had happened at the rival agent's base disguised as an abandoned factory building. How the agent killed Dane, and almost killed the two of them by throwing them out into the raging water over the edge of the cliff. Lindon told Oliver how they had survived and how he thought he almost lost her.

"Oh," Oliver coughed, her voice slowly returning to normal, "Well, thank you for saving me!" She beamed at Lindon and hugged his soaking, shaking frame, realizing how cold it was suddenly.

Lindon also noticed that Oliver was shivering, "Let's go home and dry off. Didn't we have some time off?"

Oliver beamed again and nodded, pulling away from the wet, yet warm, hug and picked herself up off the now wet sand underneath them. Lindon followed suit and looked up at the now almost dark sky above them. He sighed and the two partners trudged off the beach and into the city, making their way home, arms wrapped around each other for comfort, warmth and support. They knew this was what could only be the start of a long string of missions, all leading back to, as the NSA knew them as, Sparrow, a group of treasonous NSA and CIA agents trying to destroy the government.