Room 234/236 : late Saturday afternoon
After a morning sleeping in, and part of an afternoon celebrating with Weiss, Parker had finally headed back to her room.
For long minutes, she stared at the flashdrive in the palm of her hand. All the information available on Centre databases around the country regarding Rumor on one tiny drive. It could be empty; Rumor could be dead. It was unlikely, though. Whatever was on the drive was going to determine the next course of action she had to take, and that might change the rest of her life.
When her need to know the truth finally outweighed her fear of what she'd find, she connected the drive to her computer, and opened the files. Seven of them.
The first five were records of the last few contracts Rumor had fulfilled, over the last two years. So; still active.
The sixth was labeled ACTIVE FILE.
Current assignment: Dr. Mark Jeffries
Date for contract to be completed: March 17
Location: Baltimore, MD - AMA Medical Conference
Operative is to complete termination in as public a manner as possible.
There were details about Jeffries. He was under sanction for public criticism of Centre medical testing conducted outside of the U.S., as well as concealing information regarding the project's completion.
He was a widower. He had two daughters. Emily and Amy. Nine and five. Parker closed her eyes, sick.
The final file was ten times the size of the other six.
Operative: RUMOR
Name: Brigitte
Former Name: Erased from official records
Birthdate: 6/7/80
Recruitment Date: 12/31/95
Skill set: Seduction, explosives, firearms, assasination, sabotage.
Family: None
Associates: Centre-approved.
Current recompense level: S6....
There was more. A psych profile. Details on her recruitment. Work evaluations. It was as detached and mechanical as the plans for her mother's termination. No, her murder.
Parker caught herself with her fingernails scraping down the computer screen across Brigitte's photo, breath catching in what were trying to become sobs. She closed the file, unable to read any more, and put her head in her hands.
Two weeks. Rumor was going to kill someone else again, orphan more little girls, in two weeks.
[establishy only. No interaction possible; ooc comment okay.]
For long minutes, she stared at the flashdrive in the palm of her hand. All the information available on Centre databases around the country regarding Rumor on one tiny drive. It could be empty; Rumor could be dead. It was unlikely, though. Whatever was on the drive was going to determine the next course of action she had to take, and that might change the rest of her life.
When her need to know the truth finally outweighed her fear of what she'd find, she connected the drive to her computer, and opened the files. Seven of them.
The first five were records of the last few contracts Rumor had fulfilled, over the last two years. So; still active.
The sixth was labeled ACTIVE FILE.
Current assignment: Dr. Mark Jeffries
Date for contract to be completed: March 17
Location: Baltimore, MD - AMA Medical Conference
Operative is to complete termination in as public a manner as possible.
There were details about Jeffries. He was under sanction for public criticism of Centre medical testing conducted outside of the U.S., as well as concealing information regarding the project's completion.
He was a widower. He had two daughters. Emily and Amy. Nine and five. Parker closed her eyes, sick.
The final file was ten times the size of the other six.
Operative: RUMOR
Name: Brigitte
Former Name: Erased from official records
Birthdate: 6/7/80
Recruitment Date: 12/31/95
Skill set: Seduction, explosives, firearms, assasination, sabotage.
Family: None
Associates: Centre-approved.
Current recompense level: S6....
There was more. A psych profile. Details on her recruitment. Work evaluations. It was as detached and mechanical as the plans for her mother's termination. No, her murder.
Parker caught herself with her fingernails scraping down the computer screen across Brigitte's photo, breath catching in what were trying to become sobs. She closed the file, unable to read any more, and put her head in her hands.
Two weeks. Rumor was going to kill someone else again, orphan more little girls, in two weeks.
[establishy only. No interaction possible; ooc comment okay.]