PRPs

Feeling a bit stupid, though not showing it, Ward nodded as he listened to Wendy explain the blue prints. He understood her meaning in regards to something being in that room. “See you in seven minutes.” He said with a nod as he gathered the papers and went to his room where he quickly changed into a better looking suit and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Something felt off about this mission. Not only was he working with a newer team, but they were working with a tighter timeline. Shaking his head, Marcus threw away his doubts and grabbed the documents needed as he made his way to the entrance of the jet. Two minutes were left to spare as he looked down at his watch and waited for Wendy. He wasn’t upset or impatient for he knew ladies in general needed more time to look the part of the mission. Therefore, as the rest of the team members came on board, Ward made sure to explain to them their part in this mission and asked if there were any questions. After answering a few of them, Ward made his way up the jet and took a seat buckling in. The sound of high heels on coming up the jet caught his attention causing him to look up at their new arrival, and he had to admit, she was very easy on the eyes.

There was hardly any time for Wendy to think about the items she was gathering. Her packing consisted mostly of throwing around things she assumed they would need on their journey. Wendy had made a mental note and checked whatever she had already taken. She retrieved the dress from her closet and opened the shroud that protected it. Hurling the soft black fabric over her head, Wendy adjusted the dress to her body and zipped it up as far as she could reach, which wasn’t all the way up. There was a leg holster attached to her right thigh where she had a knife hidden, just in case there were any emergencies. She fixed her short hair in a slick hairdo. Her green eyes framed by makeup that resembled a cat’s eyes, with eyeliner tilting its corners. Her lips colored in deep rouge. Wendy threw some other things inside a clutch and rushed to where the aircraft was on the patio. She came over to the jet and took the final few devices she would need upon their landing before heading over to her seat. She fastened the straps of her seat belt and looked at Ward while placing her earpiece and other accessories. “Did you pick up the ring?” She inquired, sparing him a glance. “And, what exactly is our story? We are Mrs. and Mr. Who?” Wendy had wondered whether he had given any of that thought.

Loud screams and shrieks came from the building behind Nerida causing her to look back in shock as she saw all the people run out of it. Then Nerida narrowed her eyes knowing it was all too much of a coincidence that those lights had just happened to go out as soon as she left. Perhaps another inhuman, she wondered? Maybe thats who they were really looking for and just happened to get lucky when they saw Nerida in the middle? Shaking her head casually, Nerida’s eyes scanned the place once more before whispering and giggling in the girls ear next to her. The girl besides her nodded with a smirk before taking Nerida’s hand and leading her away from the crowd, closer to a sidewalk that was a bit more populated with cars. Though given that the people coming out of the location she was recently at, were all racing to their cars and driving away, all the streets became more populated. Nerida mentally told herself to relax, that there was no way that the stranger who wanted her would find her. Suddenly the girl who held her hand tugged it out of Nerida’s grasp cursing and whining about how cold her hand was out of nowhere. Swallowing hard, Nerida forced a smile on her face and gave a casual shrug arguing that she suffered from blood circulation. However, the girl’s eyes did not believe her as she started to back away slowly. Well….shit, thought Nerida. This was not helping.

The chaos, the mayhem, Lincoln had created had served its purpose beautifully. In the distance, he could already hear the sound of sirens approaching. This place would be crawling with firemen, and whoever might nurture an interest in catastrophe, soon. Lincoln was pushing through the bystanders in a rush. He had to find her before others did. Odds were, they would both be in trouble if either of them ended up caught. Randomly, Lincoln chose a direction in which to walk. There wasn't much he could do about it. He wasn't a tracker, so, there wasn't anything he could do to improve his chances, unfortunately. "I've lost her," he appeared to be talking to himself. However, it was just him speaking to the earpiece that connected him to the rest of the team. "I know," came a prompt reply, and in the background, he believed he heard fingers hitting keys on a keyboard. "We're trying to triangulate the location, but people are beginning to crowd the streets making it hard for our face recognition software to work. Proceed carefully," The person speaking to his ear concluded the thought. "Great," he was sarcastic. "I can still hear you, Lincoln," the person pointed out. "Sorry, still getting used to these devices," Lincoln was sheepish. He hated having to wear that earpiece. It was like having someone stuck in his head, sharing his thoughts with him. In a completely accidental occurrence, Lincoln landed eyes on the asset once more. Someone was backing away from her in what he would surmise was panic and crashed into him. "Leave," he said in a hard tone and watched as the girl disappeared. "I don't know what it is that you've done, and there isn't time to talk about it. We need to make ourselves scarce."

Now Ward sighed and looked irritated. “Fine, you want a cover with all the details? Great, we can settle those one the way to the gala.” He said shaking his head before taking the tablet from her. They didn’t have time for these little details. If he were working solo like he normally likes to do, coming up with answers would be easy and simple and in the field. There was no need to go over every detail when it could be made up on the spot. But, of course, Ward could never have anything go his way. “What am I looking at?” He questioned as his eyes went back and forth from the tablet and Wendy’s face. Frowning a bit, he continued to read the information and waited for Wendy to explain this. Though his phone continued to beep and beep and finally Ward had enough. “Just give me a minute.” He said and answered his phone real quick with a Sir. Great, it was the director wanting to know how things were going, which Marcus had no problem telling him that everything was going as planned, but apparently the timeline had been moved up and they needed to leave in the next 15 minutes. “Yes Sir….of course, right away.” He ended the conversation before turning to Wendy and saying, “You have 5 minutes to explain this. Plans changed and we need to leave in the next 15 minutes, meaning I’ll have to prep the rest of the team on the jet on the way towards the gala.”

Wendy arched an eyebrow at his question. It should have been obvious what that was. “Those are blueprints of the house we’ll be going.” She started. Wendy waited until he was through with the call before any farther explanation. Hearing they would have to depart so early certainly hastened her plans. Her dress had been delivered along with the briefing of the mission, so, that part was covered, but she would likely need time to work on her hair and makeup. “Anyway, blueprints. According to older layouts the city hall possesses, if you put those in overlay, something stands out... If you take a look at the most current blueprint of the estate that is shown around there,” she moved to the next one, “it leads me to believing that what we’re searching for had been secured in this room, which was conveniently added during the previous month on the base floor.” Wendy showed the room that was highlighted. “I’ll let you study these as I gather everything I need and I shall meet you at the jet in,” Wendy paused to look at the time, “exactly seven minutes.”

Nerida gave a soft chuckle and rolled her eyes. “That’s what they all say,” she said under her breath before making it out the back entrance. Quickly, she froze the door with her hands before turning and taking off running. She did however hear feet behind her though she didn’t know if it was the “good” guys or the “bad” guys. It didn’t matter though, she would not be a puppet or controlled by anyone. Nerida quickly looked around and saw a building that was populated with people all doing many things. So, Nerida did what she did best, blended in. Taking her jacket off, she fixed her shirt enough and let her hair down before making her way to a group of girls who looked like escorts. Easily, Nerida smirked, flirted, and made connections with these girls with her back to the crowd of people. She made sure to flirt with all those who passed her and began to make an exit plan…though it was hard to find a candidate that would work this late. But one would have to do…right?

Originally posted by oaktavia

Now that was just grand. This evening was taking a turn from bad to worse at an alarming rate. Not only he had lost the asset, but the damn girl had made sure to block the passage on her way out. Hadn’t he been so disturbingly irascible, he could have complimented her attention on the whole not getting caught part. However, Lincoln wasn’t in a mood for praising. Especially not now that he had to find another way out. He needed diversion, he thought as he rubbed his index and thumb together. The friction ignited a light spark between his fingers and he glanced at light fixtures over the ceiling and in a snap decision, created a spark designed to short circuit the wires. A scarlet ball of fire spread through the room setting sprinklers everywhere off. A cacophony of screams involved the location. An alarm rang ans suddenly the room was being evacuated. Lincoln made it out to the streets and began searching for the girl. There could be hell to pay - as long as it was something that could be paid some other time.

Ward listened and nodded as Wendy spoke her ideas. Ward bit his tongue at the idea of that prick liking to mess with others wives but oh well. Nodding Ward said, “I had thought of going as a couple. But you’re correct, adding a ring on your finger will without a doubt have his eyes on you for the evening.” Looking down at his phone he began texting what they would need. “I’ll get the rest of the team on board with their assignments and will have your attire and the ring brought to you later today.” He gathered a couple more files from the pile that was on the desk before looking up at her and adding, “The rest of the plan is simply for me to go in and acquire the files while you distract. We okay with that?” Marcus didn’t think he should have added the last part but it didn’t hurt to reinforce the rest of the plan, just in case Wendy decided to not follow the orders, but Ward would be prepared regardless if she did or didn’t. He just really hoped nothing would go, well, too wrong on this mission.

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

“I wouldn’t say that would be all,” the woman announced with a shake of her head. “It’s not merely about having something that would display the fact that we’re together. We might need to put up an act.” Wendy continued. “So, I thought that we should also work on our cover story. Who we are, where we met, how did you propose, when did we get married, what’s your favorite color,” she enumerated a couple of things she thought would be indispensable for them to know if they were going to accurately portray a couple. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t believe they would need all the things that she was listing, however, it was mighty amusing to watch his discomfort with the idea. “But, yes, that last part of it you have pinned out perfectly. I’m the distraction, the one who will acquire you the keys to the place where he stores those files, and you’ll go get them. On that subject, I thought there was something else you might want to take a look at before you relent the task to others...” Wendy trailed off, picking up a tablet and turning it on. “There’s something here that might interest you.”

The hand on her arm made her freeze, literally as her arm became ice cold, and figuratively as in narrowing her eyes as she looked up at this stranger with an attractive face. “What?! No.” Nerida snapped as she pulled her arm away hoping the temperature would scare him off. But as the lights flickered again she quickly began to look around realizing that she wasn’t alone and given that this man here was not asking but ordering her to go with him, she knew that he had backup. Giving her pray one last look knowing she wouldn’t be able to get to him tonight, she smirked at the hot stranger who stood infront of her and winked before slyly making the floor slippery beneath him. Then she took off running.

Originally posted by kingmaric

“I’m your best choice!” Lincoln conveyed in a serious tone. Sure that her choices weren’t all that many or all that bright, so, the fact that he represented the best one among them wasn’t exactly something to be considered positive in many other scenarios, but, in his head, it was still better than becoming some sort of Hydra lab-rat. At least S.H.I.E.L.D. offered some kind of autonomy. And other people who would invariably have your back. He had been tugging on her arm, trying to make his way to the nearest tactical team. She, however, was a sneaky one and got away from him. As Lincoln lost his footing he cursed. Retaliation definitely crossed his mind at the moment, however, this would only slow the two of them down, and they were already lacking time as they were. “There will be a moment in which I’ll remember this. And you’ll pay.” He warned as he put himself up and got his bearings.

Ward held in an eye roll and sigh and instead nodded. “Sure. Any ideas?” He asked simply. He had many, but since he wasn’t a complete asshole, he was willing to hear hers. Though if they didn’t sound like they could work he would more than happily tell her to go with one of his plans. The mission was a simple one: go in and retrieve a file that team Hydra had access to. However the building was guarded and therefore they needed to go in undercover. Thankfully, there would be a gala tonight so some handshaking and conversation was nessacary. The easiest way was of course to go as a Mr and Misses, but whether she’d agree with that was a different story. They could always go as servers for the gala….

A condescending smile appeared on Wendy’s lips as she heard his question. Of course she had ideas, what did he think? That this was her first rodeo? “I went through the files that mention our host for the evening, one Walter Livingston. I’ve come to know that he’s the sort of man who’s notorious for his conquests, and he sees women as prizes. With that in mind, he tends to prefer women who are married. With a dominant personality, he likes to assume he can just take whatever he wants, and that’s how we can work together. If we go undercover as a married couple I can certainly try to have his eyes on me so that would provide a distraction.” She elaborated on the plan. She had no idea how they would act as a married couple, but it seemed a decent idea. “Do you happen to have any other ideas as in how we should do this?”

Marcus sighed and ran his hand through his hair, frustrated like usual as he had already told the director of how he preferred to work. But at least Wendy and him were on the same page of not really wanting to work as a part of a team and would much rather be solo on these cases. “I’ve read them already, and as the files say, we will follow protocol and what needs to be done. I’ll do as I’m told on the sheet as will you. No diverting or changing the plans in any instance. Got it?”

“Just what every girl wants to hear,” she said the words under her breath, masking them into a sigh. “Whatever.” Wendy dismissed. She really wasn’t there to talk about rules and protocol. She knew about them already, she didn’t need Ward to recite them back to her. “But we still have to come up with our cover story. And I supposed you’d like to get the strategy discussed, unless you’d prefer we each went our own ways and whatever happens, happens.” She explained, trying hard not to roll her hues.

“Listen,” Wendy paused as she analyzed the files of her next mission. “We have to work together whether that’s something you like you not.” She said with a roll of her eyes. She hated having to work with someone else. The whole team work premise was never what she had been good at. Especially cause the teams she had been used to in life had made sure she couldn’t trust anyone but herself. “So, we’d better go through it as soon and as efficiently as possible.” Wendy ran her finger through the file before sliding it over to Marcus, the paper making a swooshing sound as it glided through the table’s surface.

Name: Lincoln Campbell

Alias: Sparky

Inhuman.

Name: Wendy Colburn

Age: 26

Date of Birth: 09/25/1990

Clearance: Level 6

Traits: sarcastic, independent, headstrong, witty, sore loser.