Secret Intelligence - A DW AU

Gereth Suns

Clara was outside watching Amy's heat signature on a small holographic image as she climbed through the inner workings of the massive building Clara was underneath currently.

"The records room should be on that floor, look for an opening that leads inside." Clara told her partner through the earpiece as she continued to look at the screen in case of enemies.

"Yep, an opening," Amy responded, "I'll take a look around."

Amy stepped over pipes and wiring and ducked under the heating ventilation. It was pretty dark, only a few dim lights barely allowed her to see, and she had to use a gravity hook to climb up the majority of the building, a gravity hook being somewhat of a grappling hook only it can attach to any surface as long as the surface can be seen.

"So, Agent Oswald, how exactly did you get into the whole time agent thing?" Amy asked casually.

"I hardly think this is the right time to discuss personal information." Clara told her.

"Oh c'mon, it's not like we've got anything else to do." Amy responded.

"On the contrary I'm working on making sure this operation goes smoothly, I hope you're doing the same, Agent Pond." Clara tells her with a bit of a snobbish sounding attitude.

"Right I didn't think you were going to tell me anyway," Amy says, "but what's it like? Being a top agent, I mean."

Clara thought for a moment, coming to the conclusion that Amy won't stop asking questions, and decided to indulge her.

"It's rewarding, Agent Pond," Clara told her, "you can do what you want to help the universe. You get to see your impact on history and time for the better. Of course you can't change fixed points but... it felt very heroic to help those who could be saved."

Amy smiled at the answer, "I'd like to do that someday."

"I'd like to do it again, someday." Clara told her.

"What's your name, Agent Oswald?" Amy asked curiously.

"You know my name."

"No I mean your real name. Your first name."

"I can't tell you, you know that, and especially over coms like this." Clara told her.

"I told you my first name," Amy retorted, "it's only fair."

"Anyone could be listening in." Clara said.

"This is a subnet. No one can hear except us." Amy said and Clara instantly regretting telling her that.

She hesitated to answer but eventually figured she had nothing to lose, "It's Clara..."

"Clara... Clara Oswald," Amy smiled, "nice name."

"It's way too much." Clara said shyly and then quickly got back her professional attitude, "find that opening yet?"

Amy moves some wires out of the way and then spots a service hatch in the floor. Quickly going over to it, she activates her earpiece to speak to Clara.

"Found the opening," She reports, "but I don't know where it goes."

"I have a visual on your position," Clara tells her, "yeah it seems to go into some janitor's closet. Be careful I'm detecting a lot of heat signatures near where you are."

Amy then unlocks the hatch with the sonic device Clara gave her before they were separated. She lifts the heavy door and climbs down the ladder which led to a small closet-like room. It was dimly lit and Amy jumped down to find nothing more then tools and cleaning supplies. She sees the door with a window on it, looking through it to see a fancy looking room with people working at desks and walking around doing very business-y things.

"Oh! I see the records room." Amy told Clara in an excited whisper.

"Alright, we don't want to tell the whole building." Clara chastises.

"There are way too many people in there. I'll definitely be seen." Amy concluded.

"I'm working on your distraction right now." Clara assures her.

In fact, Clara had been working on the distraction the entire time. She knew that the records room wouldn't be left out in the open. Agent Oswald was known for her genius computer hacking skills, something she acquired on her first training mission by accident, and was nearly done hacking into a company email account. Once she was finished with that she began her master plan.

It's like she always says: It's never the security, it's the people.

Then, all at once, every employee on that floor got an email telling them that there was an urgent meeting two floors down. Amy watched all of them get up to go to what was assumed to be the elevator.

"Oh, Clara Oswald, that is genius." Amy grinned with excitement.

"It was nothing, way too easy," Clara told her, "and I would recommend not calling me Clara Oswald again unless you're looking to get your limbs replaced."

Amy laughed a little, Clara frowned as she wasn't intending for it to be funny, and then Amy opened the door and crept out of the small closet. She glanced around to make sure no one was around, when the coast was clear she went across the room as fast as she could trying to keep as quiet as possible.

She unlocks the door with the same sonic device and quickly enters the room that had shelves and shelves full of electronic storage devices.

"So this is where all the information is, yeah?" Amy asked.

"Yep we are looking for data report 16;18;49." Clara informs her.

"Is that a date?"

"Looks like it, I'm not sure but I think that was about a week ago so it's fairly recent. Try looking near the front, for the most recent data report."

"Right, 16;18;49." Amy repeated and began looking through the shelves looking at all the labels.

She picked one up, "15:8;49... nope that won't do, 15;40;49, yep not that one, oh 16;3;49, we're getting closer!"

"Do you have to narrate everything you do?" Clara started growing rather annoyed.

"Sorry." Amy apologized and then rummaged through some more records.

"Try to hurry it up, the distraction won't work for much longer." Clara warned.

"I've got it! 16;18;49!" Amy celebrates.

"Right yes, try to keep it down." Clara said as she adjusted her earpiece.

"Oh... sorry," Amy whispered, "but I got the data record."

"Okay, good," Clara looked at her screen and then saw two heat signatures blocking Amy's way back, "oh no, you've got some people in the room next to you."

Amy went over to the door and opened it a crack to see two men in brightly colored suits discussing something some distance away. They were just walking through and Amy could probably sneak past them. She couldn't make out most of what they were saying because they were quite far away.

"I think I can get past them." She whispered.

"Be careful, you don't exactly look innocent in your high-tech gear and carrying one of their data files." Clara told her.