A Mind To Kill The Average Joe

Motives

Jane was checking out the arsenal. She was eyeing a sniper rifle that she'd probably never need for the mission with Will, because of the terrain and wild tropical plants and trees that grow freely as they go closer to the coast of the island. She was gonna take it anyway, if she can.

"Hey." Robert introduce himself in.  "What can I do for you?"

She took a glance at him. The guns and stuff were catalogued so she needed it approved from Jerry. "I, want to use this rifle on my next mission."

Though this was a first world country, it wasn't that abundant in high ground in terms of skyscrapers unless she was planning on shooting some from the side of a mountain, or hill. Robert really thought about it. He considered her using it from a hangglider, but the environment, not to mention jurisdiction and recoil of the gun. "Do you need it?"

She responded childishly, "Can I get it from you? Or not?"

"Yeah, I can." he replied, "but I need information from you."

A bit uncomfortable, she wanted to see where this was going since there were two other Jerry's in the compound. She faced him. "On what?"

"On Iggy." Robert requested, interested in her reaction.

She was tense, but hid it well. And the temptation of getting him on her side was alluring. She needed to play Iggy well if she didn't want him to call her out on her abuse of power. Robert might be the guy she needed to resolve the situation as she'd planned before. "Why do you need information on him?"

"Considered it need-to-know." he replied smug.

"Considered it classified." she returned the smug confidence.

"Imagine me as a Jane. With my imaginary Joe." he hinted, "Who's probably also the boyfriend character in this story." Jane listened, "Now this guy that I'm totally in love with has problems, like any other Joe. And I'd do anything to make him feel less bitter about the organization's recruitment methods." He commented, "Something that most children don't grow out of after they are trained by the organization." He continued, "Let's spice things up. Let's say, he made some children orphans. And that really got to him when I start talking about having imaginary-"

"--Enough!" she exclaimed, loosing her cool.  She swiped a dagger off the counter. "So you were the snake lurking in the hallway! What are you and that two-faced coward up too?"

"Most of every room is sound proof as it could be." he reminded her, "But your call in and out of here are monitored." She said nothing. "And you're a suspect so, we paid extra attention. You just made the mistake of thinking you weren't caught yet." He urged her calmly, "Now put that knife away and talk. Your loyalty is to this organization and no one else."

She got caught. Stuck between a snake and a mole. But if the phonecall was all they had on her, she could of played it in her favor. Iggy was assigned with codename Frank, number fifty five as part of a mentorship and final evaluation to determine whether or not he was qualified to be a codename Frank. Then, the incident happened. Unfortunately personal affairs don't show up on paper but in Iggy's case, he had motive to kill his Frank based on the evaluation he almost sent. This was information only Joe and Jane knew when they copied the Frank's file's to double check their digital footprint and deleted any traces of them. That information became more valuable when when Iggy started blackmailing her.  All that was left  was the footage of the incident. It was the one thing they left that both dragged Frank's name through the dirt, and washed their hands clean of the incident. Considering Frank fifty five's 'gross abuse of resources' from the organization, he 'got what was coming to him', or so the evidence tells. Jane just needed a way to draw his attention to Iggy without getting her or Joe in trouble. The only upper hand she had on Iggy was that he didn't know Joe was a part of it.

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"What are you doing here?" Danish said politely by the entrance to the training room in his doctor disguise. He was worried. Normally he and Robert would play crippled patient and doctor to make the training room feel more crowded and less reserved for Samantha. Though Robert would try to make small talk as always, it no longer bothered him considering the topic of conversation lately. To say the least, it was an unexpected surprise that he assumed Robert had something to do with. "Bringing me lunch?"

"No." she replied friendly with a little chuckle. Betty thought she'd bring Samantha's lunch this time. She made it specially for her, though healthy, practically tasteless, unless she ate with her eyes. This time, she'd wear civilian clothes, her normal clothes so to speak.  And she'd bring her tray into the training room this time. "I'm just here to visit a friend."

He took a good look at her ensemble. She looked like a lost highschooler trying to find a seat at the cafeteria tables. "What about Jane?"

"She's busy with John." she explained, "And they're definitely talking about something important. So, that's why you'll let me pass."

He assumed on a regular day, she'd be going outside to restock or something given what she was wearing. But she's just trying to be cute. He opened the door for her. "Okay, I guess...?"

Iggy was talking to Samantha. It didn't matter if they were the only ones in the room after that. She'd never remember. She'd be a stone hearted person pushing her limits as he tested her. Danish was feeling left out of the loop. First Betty and now Iggy are doing whatever they want today. Iggy was supposed to wait until they were already in the room.

Betty was amazed by all the stuff Samantha could do. All the things she never tried like doing the cartwheel and flipping like the acrobatic eye candy of a movie cheerleader. Now Betty knew what those metal rings hanging from the sealing we're for. It made her want to do it too. It would have came in handy at the last post she was stationed at, being that flexible and quick on her feet. Betty went over to talk to her after she changed back into her gown and sat on the wheel chair.

She assumed Samantha would be back to normal but that wasn't the case. She wasn't too familiar with this situation, even though she embraced the role and lifestyle of being grouped as a Jerry for her sugar coated suspension. Samantha was basically a robot. It was both alien and disappointing to her. But Iggy's ability to do that to her, was not. The fact that the human mind could be controlled like that be another person was fighting. If he had some superpower or alien technology, this would have made since. After all, this organization is community of ordinary citizens, well mostly ordinary. She wondered if all Iggy's could do that, since Frank's were more it. This 'doctor' got a lot more interesting.