[RP Log] Fuji - Mission #006 - Part 5
Date: Right after log # 004
Rating: G
Summary: The Evil Pair went their separate ways.
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That has got to be one of his worst exits in his entire career, Fuji sighed, but oh well, he'll make it up to Saeki another time. Some how.
Keeping his pace hurried but even, the spy walked for an extra thirty minutes to be out of any range of any possible static disturbances or signal interception before he put on his earphone and made the call.
His handler picked up right away, almost as if the other was waiting for the call. Which he should have, if he had gotten what Fuji send over that morning. Granted, Fuji took the liberty to... spice up the delivery a bit more.
"Did you successfully meet with the informant?" The American asked breathlessly.
"Yes." If he meant successful as in drugging and interrogating a defenseless woman, but details, details. "Our suspicions are true, someone else outside the country has a copy of the file, but it did not look like they grasp how much importance is in that file yet."
Eric sighed loudly over the phone and Fuji chuckled, carefully tacking the earphone under his helmet. The spy got on his bike and sped off in a blink of an eye.
"How can you laugh right now? This is serious!"
"Won't it be all more important to not panic because it is serious?" Fuji answered gently.
"Our options are quite limited right now." The handler murmured, trying to complain to Fuji about his behavior was like singing Carmen to a deaf fly. "Our best choice is probably to go in and neutralize the threat directly. Dude, how in the world did we allow so many leaks? Someone's going to get grilled for this one."
"Beats me but... do we even know where the target is?" Fuji asked as he navigated onto the highway. The helmet's visor helped in keep out the noise on the road. "The last I heard, we are not exactly buddy-buddy with North Korea, a little fight over the nuclear power and all."
Eric was silent for a while longer. "Get back to your base and call again, I need to talk to the big shots regarding this."
"You are the boss." Fuji teased and hung up, turning his attention back on to the road. Weaving through the traffic like a graceful swallow, the spy thought about his own options carefully.
In truth, the whole ordeal won't look so severe... or rather that severe from neither side’s view. But for Fuji, it looked like the headlights of an incoming trunk and that if he did nothing but stand there, he would be crushed under it. Thankfully Tezuka had assigned him to this mission. Not that he wouldn't eventually found out about it, but being there as thing happen definitely gave him more time to react.
First there was the woman.
Silently, the spy sighed to himself, how could he have forgotten? No wonder Kimura looked familiar. John had showed Fuji a photo of his new girlfriend a while ago. But the woman looked a bit different then and the spy didn't pay too much attention to the picture, still, Fuji should have known even with a map of underground tunnels in front of him that he needed to decode within the next ten minutes.
Clearing his mind, Fuji analyzed the situation again.
There was a spy inside the Japanese agency, Kimura Jun, that was taken into custody last week by himself (acting on the Japanese behalf) and Saeki. In her home, Fuji found a cabinet of files that contained some information on American activities in Japan. Unfortunately, Fuji himself was caught twice by the photos, nothing too incriminating, but still bad. Fortunately, as far as he knows, Saeki (and the rest of the Japanese side) remain clueless about the said files. To make matters complicated, Kimura apparently was also the girlfriend of another agent stationed in Japan; the two had apparently met while the agent was on another mission and the two started dating. A big no-no that everyone insists on breaking, but it is most likely that she gotten the information of the US from the agent, directly or through surveillance.
As of the moment, Kimura was basically of no more importance. She couldn't do much while under detention. And she didn't seem to be aware of Fuji's identity; especially not with the added drug he gave her that will be slowly eroding away her senses. It was a nearly untraceable drug, since it primary made up of natural enzymes that is found in any human body, a US made special, with lots of love.
Now where the problem really is.
While in her drug-induced haze, Kimura confessed that there was one other copy that was send to another, outside the country of Japan. To a man by the name of Lao Kim Seung. Whom Fuji actually met on a past mission, one that had been wipe off the records because it was a under table's table trade between two nations that disliked each other greatly. The only reason that Fuji had been send was because it was a highly risky mission, and since at that time he was still a new recruit, it won’t be a big deal shall he not lived through the mission. Although completing that assignment was able to earn him many merits for his later career.
The man was capable, organized, and a decent challenge. But he suffered one of the three main faults that plagued men everywhere: Power, fortune, and women. The man loved women's company, along with a bad abuse of alcohol (like someone else he knows, Fuji thought almost bitterly.)
Another problem: Saeki.
Usually Fuji won't mind placing a few lies, or better, resort to sabotage if necessary to achieve his ends. But the thought of placing Saeki in the hospital with a broke neck just... didn't go over very well with his stomach. The analyst wasn’t stupid, and he would be surprised if the man hasn't suspected something was going on already even before this whole merry-go-around started. Which only hastens this due date for this assignment, the faster Fuji could remove the obstacles, the faster Saeki could move onto another mission that he'd forget about this until he decided at 4:56am on a Wednesday morning to wake up and take a bathroom break where while on the toilet finally connecting the dots. THEN Fuji will do something about it, after the other cleans up.
Pulling into the parking space behind his apartment, Fuji pondered when was the last time he thought of the two-bedroom as home. Granted he was here nearly everyday, but the spy spent more nights sleeping over his friend’s place than his own. Stepping out of the elevator, the man murmured the passwords that disarmed the security quietly as he made a show of taking out his keys and opening the door with them. It was only when he was safely behind the metal doors and sure that nothing was strange before the spy removed his helmet.
The walls were lined with many bookshelves filled with literatures ranging from diamond certification to habitats of the electronic eel to the local legends of Mongolia, there were a light coat of dust on most of them as their master haven't had time to pay attention to them lately. A message board decorated with many photos of Fuji's travels also hangs on the wall along with a few postcards and personal letters. And the collages, no one can ignore the collages since they sometime almost took up entire walls.
There was no couch, just a few beanbags surrounding a low coffee table on a thick carpet. Which Fuji plopped down in unceremonially after he removed his shoes. He was exhausted, having done nothing but running around for the past few weeks. Looking up, his eyes rested on an old photo and couldn’t help but to smile.
It was the summer after their second year in high school, and what does two troublemakers do when they have time off from school? Go to Disneyland. They were so young back then, Fuji mused as he studied the photo. Their smiles were still innocent, Fuji in the bunny ears that Saeki got him, Saeki in the jester hat that Fuji picked out, double-teaming against the poor fellow wearing the Mickey Mouse suit. Things used to be so simple back then, the spy thought, and… he better stand up before he falls asleep.
Grabbing the phone on his way into the kitchen, Fuji called up his handler again as he checked over the pantry.
The reporting in was pretty standard, the spy told what he wanted to and withheld what he did not particularly felt like sharing. Played 50 questions with each other just to be completely sure that they were on the same page and reading the same paragraph in the same language.
"From what the analysis team told me, the woman came in contact with John during one of his missions." The handler sighed. "He should have known better."
"Absolutely." The spy said nothing that would gave away that he already knew that fact already. "While we are on the topic, where is John?"
"Removed." Came the simple reply.
Fuji paused. That wasn't an answer he really wanted to hear. That word could mean a lot of things, and most... all of it bad, some border lining worst-cases.
"So what should our plan be?" Fuji spoke into the headset as he poured himself a cup of soup that he had been warming up on the stove. Canned, but it didn't taste too bad, with a little modification of course.
"You are not going to like this." The handler sighed loudly. "Pack up, buddy, you are taking a little trip, wabbit season has just opened."
"You are kidding me." The slight surprise in Fuji's voice gave no hint of the smugness that was on his face, how did he knew he was going to be the one to be called?
Certainly not because he added some information that weren’t there to begin with to make the situation more critical than it actually was (since those information were those he intercepted from the Japanese side, it couldn’t be traced to him.) Certainly not because he twisted the words a bit to make Seung more of a threat than he actually was, thus needing someone who had interacted with him to be brought in. Certainly not because everyone else was busy taking care of something that he may or may not have anything to do with. Hey, he was a busy man, how could he have a hand in almost everything?
"I have a exhibit coming up. I need to be here."
"But you are the only one who is not on active duty." The sound of paper shuffling almost muffled out the incoming sounds. "And you are on stand by this week. Don't worry about your cover, I'll ask the gallery to postpone the exhibit due to... When's the last time I used family emergency?"
"Long enough. But, this is a mission for field agents, Eric." Fuji murmured as he sipped the soup lightly, blowing on the hot liquid to cool it off. "I don't even know where the man is."
"Just do this, Syusuke. You know we are understaffed because of the Middle East situation." The voice sounded almost as exhausted as the spy was. "Do it and I'll get you that paid vacation to Cancun, deal? You know we are all getting the ax if anything leaked out. It's been difficult times lately."
"You are getting the ax, I probably get a silver bullet, in my back." The Japanese man smiled. "Fine, I'll carry this one out. Where would the briefing be?"
"I'll book you on the next flight heading over. Someone will meet you at the airport with your gear and any information we have. Any requests?"
"Alright." The spy nodded. "I just want my normal equipments, a tape to learn Korean in 24 hours or whatever is the closest to that time, and a dictionary"
"You got it." More sounds of computer clicking. "Oh and Syusuke..."
"No side trips, yes I know." Fuji laughed.
"Good, it's a urgent mission. I don't want you to be seen at all if possible. Go in, squash the bug, and get out."
"Acknowledged." The spy smiled. "But next time, ask the exterminators, not the gardeners."
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Fuji was boarding the plane when he realized the little light that signals that he has a voice mail was blinking. Curious, the man flipped his phone open. Missed a call, hmm, he didn't realize he had any that came in at all. He dialed into his voice mailbox.
"... Fuji... The water wasn't necessary, but thank you for worrying about my dehydration. It's your turn to host the banquet, by the way.
Oh! And I bought some fresh strawberries yesterday. But I can't decide if they'd go better with other fruit or on shortcake. Maybe you could help?"
The voice was unmistakable and the spy blinked in surprised, then smiled warmly. Same old Saeki, he never changes. But the message was clear, the chase was on. And for Fuji, everything was on the line. Without farther delay, he boarded the plane.
Heading to North Korea.
Rating: G
Summary: The Evil Pair went their separate ways.
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That has got to be one of his worst exits in his entire career, Fuji sighed, but oh well, he'll make it up to Saeki another time. Some how.
Keeping his pace hurried but even, the spy walked for an extra thirty minutes to be out of any range of any possible static disturbances or signal interception before he put on his earphone and made the call.
His handler picked up right away, almost as if the other was waiting for the call. Which he should have, if he had gotten what Fuji send over that morning. Granted, Fuji took the liberty to... spice up the delivery a bit more.
"Did you successfully meet with the informant?" The American asked breathlessly.
"Yes." If he meant successful as in drugging and interrogating a defenseless woman, but details, details. "Our suspicions are true, someone else outside the country has a copy of the file, but it did not look like they grasp how much importance is in that file yet."
Eric sighed loudly over the phone and Fuji chuckled, carefully tacking the earphone under his helmet. The spy got on his bike and sped off in a blink of an eye.
"How can you laugh right now? This is serious!"
"Won't it be all more important to not panic because it is serious?" Fuji answered gently.
"Our options are quite limited right now." The handler murmured, trying to complain to Fuji about his behavior was like singing Carmen to a deaf fly. "Our best choice is probably to go in and neutralize the threat directly. Dude, how in the world did we allow so many leaks? Someone's going to get grilled for this one."
"Beats me but... do we even know where the target is?" Fuji asked as he navigated onto the highway. The helmet's visor helped in keep out the noise on the road. "The last I heard, we are not exactly buddy-buddy with North Korea, a little fight over the nuclear power and all."
Eric was silent for a while longer. "Get back to your base and call again, I need to talk to the big shots regarding this."
"You are the boss." Fuji teased and hung up, turning his attention back on to the road. Weaving through the traffic like a graceful swallow, the spy thought about his own options carefully.
In truth, the whole ordeal won't look so severe... or rather that severe from neither side’s view. But for Fuji, it looked like the headlights of an incoming trunk and that if he did nothing but stand there, he would be crushed under it. Thankfully Tezuka had assigned him to this mission. Not that he wouldn't eventually found out about it, but being there as thing happen definitely gave him more time to react.
First there was the woman.
Silently, the spy sighed to himself, how could he have forgotten? No wonder Kimura looked familiar. John had showed Fuji a photo of his new girlfriend a while ago. But the woman looked a bit different then and the spy didn't pay too much attention to the picture, still, Fuji should have known even with a map of underground tunnels in front of him that he needed to decode within the next ten minutes.
Clearing his mind, Fuji analyzed the situation again.
There was a spy inside the Japanese agency, Kimura Jun, that was taken into custody last week by himself (acting on the Japanese behalf) and Saeki. In her home, Fuji found a cabinet of files that contained some information on American activities in Japan. Unfortunately, Fuji himself was caught twice by the photos, nothing too incriminating, but still bad. Fortunately, as far as he knows, Saeki (and the rest of the Japanese side) remain clueless about the said files. To make matters complicated, Kimura apparently was also the girlfriend of another agent stationed in Japan; the two had apparently met while the agent was on another mission and the two started dating. A big no-no that everyone insists on breaking, but it is most likely that she gotten the information of the US from the agent, directly or through surveillance.
As of the moment, Kimura was basically of no more importance. She couldn't do much while under detention. And she didn't seem to be aware of Fuji's identity; especially not with the added drug he gave her that will be slowly eroding away her senses. It was a nearly untraceable drug, since it primary made up of natural enzymes that is found in any human body, a US made special, with lots of love.
Now where the problem really is.
While in her drug-induced haze, Kimura confessed that there was one other copy that was send to another, outside the country of Japan. To a man by the name of Lao Kim Seung. Whom Fuji actually met on a past mission, one that had been wipe off the records because it was a under table's table trade between two nations that disliked each other greatly. The only reason that Fuji had been send was because it was a highly risky mission, and since at that time he was still a new recruit, it won’t be a big deal shall he not lived through the mission. Although completing that assignment was able to earn him many merits for his later career.
The man was capable, organized, and a decent challenge. But he suffered one of the three main faults that plagued men everywhere: Power, fortune, and women. The man loved women's company, along with a bad abuse of alcohol (like someone else he knows, Fuji thought almost bitterly.)
Another problem: Saeki.
Usually Fuji won't mind placing a few lies, or better, resort to sabotage if necessary to achieve his ends. But the thought of placing Saeki in the hospital with a broke neck just... didn't go over very well with his stomach. The analyst wasn’t stupid, and he would be surprised if the man hasn't suspected something was going on already even before this whole merry-go-around started. Which only hastens this due date for this assignment, the faster Fuji could remove the obstacles, the faster Saeki could move onto another mission that he'd forget about this until he decided at 4:56am on a Wednesday morning to wake up and take a bathroom break where while on the toilet finally connecting the dots. THEN Fuji will do something about it, after the other cleans up.
Pulling into the parking space behind his apartment, Fuji pondered when was the last time he thought of the two-bedroom as home. Granted he was here nearly everyday, but the spy spent more nights sleeping over his friend’s place than his own. Stepping out of the elevator, the man murmured the passwords that disarmed the security quietly as he made a show of taking out his keys and opening the door with them. It was only when he was safely behind the metal doors and sure that nothing was strange before the spy removed his helmet.
The walls were lined with many bookshelves filled with literatures ranging from diamond certification to habitats of the electronic eel to the local legends of Mongolia, there were a light coat of dust on most of them as their master haven't had time to pay attention to them lately. A message board decorated with many photos of Fuji's travels also hangs on the wall along with a few postcards and personal letters. And the collages, no one can ignore the collages since they sometime almost took up entire walls.
There was no couch, just a few beanbags surrounding a low coffee table on a thick carpet. Which Fuji plopped down in unceremonially after he removed his shoes. He was exhausted, having done nothing but running around for the past few weeks. Looking up, his eyes rested on an old photo and couldn’t help but to smile.
It was the summer after their second year in high school, and what does two troublemakers do when they have time off from school? Go to Disneyland. They were so young back then, Fuji mused as he studied the photo. Their smiles were still innocent, Fuji in the bunny ears that Saeki got him, Saeki in the jester hat that Fuji picked out, double-teaming against the poor fellow wearing the Mickey Mouse suit. Things used to be so simple back then, the spy thought, and… he better stand up before he falls asleep.
Grabbing the phone on his way into the kitchen, Fuji called up his handler again as he checked over the pantry.
The reporting in was pretty standard, the spy told what he wanted to and withheld what he did not particularly felt like sharing. Played 50 questions with each other just to be completely sure that they were on the same page and reading the same paragraph in the same language.
"From what the analysis team told me, the woman came in contact with John during one of his missions." The handler sighed. "He should have known better."
"Absolutely." The spy said nothing that would gave away that he already knew that fact already. "While we are on the topic, where is John?"
"Removed." Came the simple reply.
Fuji paused. That wasn't an answer he really wanted to hear. That word could mean a lot of things, and most... all of it bad, some border lining worst-cases.
"So what should our plan be?" Fuji spoke into the headset as he poured himself a cup of soup that he had been warming up on the stove. Canned, but it didn't taste too bad, with a little modification of course.
"You are not going to like this." The handler sighed loudly. "Pack up, buddy, you are taking a little trip, wabbit season has just opened."
"You are kidding me." The slight surprise in Fuji's voice gave no hint of the smugness that was on his face, how did he knew he was going to be the one to be called?
Certainly not because he added some information that weren’t there to begin with to make the situation more critical than it actually was (since those information were those he intercepted from the Japanese side, it couldn’t be traced to him.) Certainly not because he twisted the words a bit to make Seung more of a threat than he actually was, thus needing someone who had interacted with him to be brought in. Certainly not because everyone else was busy taking care of something that he may or may not have anything to do with. Hey, he was a busy man, how could he have a hand in almost everything?
"I have a exhibit coming up. I need to be here."
"But you are the only one who is not on active duty." The sound of paper shuffling almost muffled out the incoming sounds. "And you are on stand by this week. Don't worry about your cover, I'll ask the gallery to postpone the exhibit due to... When's the last time I used family emergency?"
"Long enough. But, this is a mission for field agents, Eric." Fuji murmured as he sipped the soup lightly, blowing on the hot liquid to cool it off. "I don't even know where the man is."
"Just do this, Syusuke. You know we are understaffed because of the Middle East situation." The voice sounded almost as exhausted as the spy was. "Do it and I'll get you that paid vacation to Cancun, deal? You know we are all getting the ax if anything leaked out. It's been difficult times lately."
"You are getting the ax, I probably get a silver bullet, in my back." The Japanese man smiled. "Fine, I'll carry this one out. Where would the briefing be?"
"I'll book you on the next flight heading over. Someone will meet you at the airport with your gear and any information we have. Any requests?"
"Alright." The spy nodded. "I just want my normal equipments, a tape to learn Korean in 24 hours or whatever is the closest to that time, and a dictionary"
"You got it." More sounds of computer clicking. "Oh and Syusuke..."
"No side trips, yes I know." Fuji laughed.
"Good, it's a urgent mission. I don't want you to be seen at all if possible. Go in, squash the bug, and get out."
"Acknowledged." The spy smiled. "But next time, ask the exterminators, not the gardeners."
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Fuji was boarding the plane when he realized the little light that signals that he has a voice mail was blinking. Curious, the man flipped his phone open. Missed a call, hmm, he didn't realize he had any that came in at all. He dialed into his voice mailbox.
"... Fuji... The water wasn't necessary, but thank you for worrying about my dehydration. It's your turn to host the banquet, by the way.
Oh! And I bought some fresh strawberries yesterday. But I can't decide if they'd go better with other fruit or on shortcake. Maybe you could help?"
The voice was unmistakable and the spy blinked in surprised, then smiled warmly. Same old Saeki, he never changes. But the message was clear, the chase was on. And for Fuji, everything was on the line. Without farther delay, he boarded the plane.
Heading to North Korea.