The Weston Agency

The Agency

The burly woman stood with her hands in the pockets of her vest. She stared intently from behind a desk, watching a monitor that appeared to show the inside of a cell. Her intense, green eyes kept laser focus as she leaned onto the desk and pressed a button on the microphone in front of her.

"Five minutes, Lanala."

The monitor displayed a night vision view inside the darkened cell. Another woman, tall, thin, and muscular, struggled with tough restraints on the other side of the monitor.

She had been carefully bound with a tough adhesive tape with high tensile strength. It had been wrapped around her ankles and knees to keep her immobile. Several bands of the tape wrapped tightly around her arms and her wrists were bound behind her back. Another strict wrapping of tape sealed a soft sponge within her mouth in a tight gag.

The burly woman sat down in a chair and kept watch on the smaller woman inside the cell. She brushed a strand of her purple bangs out of her long, braided hair and crossed her strong legs. Without a mission so far today, she had chosen to wear her casual outfit for the day, consisting of a sleeveless white shirt, a thin purple vest, a short and frilled white skirt held up with a thick, purple belt. Brown, strappy sandals completed her favourite outfit.

The bound and gagged woman in the cell, Lanala, was dressed rather similarly to the burly woman who watched her. Her sleeveless shirt was black, in contrast to the burly woman, and her matching black skirt was much shorter and tighter, without the frills. A white belt was placed perfectly about the waist of her skirt and a light pink scarf dangled from her neck, swaying with her struggling movements. Also like the burly woman, Lanala wore strappy sandals although they, like the rest of her favourite outfit, were black.

Determined, orange-coloured eyes glared into the dark cell while she writhed back and forth in her stringent bonds. Her strawberry coloured, tied back hair was kept mercifully out of her face, for the most part, save for a few stray bangs.

"Mmph," she grunted. Why had Artema insisted on such a tough type of tape? Surely not even Artema herself could escape such strict bondage.

Lanala tugged and pulled at the tape that held her captive but it held on tight. Her mind drifted then to her current surroundings. The cell was dark and she could hardly see any of the padding on the floor and walls. She had no idea where the camera was and tried searching for it but she couldn't make out any shapes in the darkness.

It felt a little surreal to be here in this world so different from the one they came from. And it was equally strange to find themselves here in already well established lives at the Weston Agency. They were all spies now within this modern city, commissioned by the government to gather intelligence and put a stop to counter espionage by enemies of the state. Lanala didn't know what 'the state' meant since there didn't seem to be much information on the coastal city they now found themselves within.

Weston overlooked a long stretch of ocean and its southerly setting afforded them comfortable spring and summer temperatures practically year round. Its city centre was mostly made up of tall buildings but after that, it flattened out into residential and beautiful business and recreational districts. But the city wasn't without trouble.

High profile thieves made a name for themselves in Weston. The city had become notorious for its lax security and being a security guard in the city was quite dangerous. The thieves weren't killers or anything but security guards often found themselves the victim of kidnapping and forced confinement.

But the Weston Agency didn't just try to combat these thieves. Their main goal was a covert group who had infiltrated every level of the Weston government. This group, led by a woman named Jhana, called themselves the Guardian Agency Group, shortened to G.A.G. The leader of G.A.G., Jhana, was known mostly by the code name Cobra.