Leverageland: Hiest 7, Challenge 11 "What Time is it, Mr. Ford?"
Team: Hitter
Era: Post-Atomic Age
Title: Not At Liberty
Word Count: 713
Rating: PG; Gen
Warning(s): Quick!writing mistakes, unbetaed (read at your own risk!), mild spoilers for S5.
“So, what'd you do on your vacation, Eliot?” Parker watched Eliot as he moved around the brewpub's kitchen, putting together a meal for the team.
“Traveled,” Eliot answered, tasting the chilly before adding a little more seasoning. “Met up with some friends. The rest is classified.”
It had been nice to see Vance again and kick some ass together like old times. Not to mention, the President was very pleased, unofficially, of course, that Iran was no longer threatening to launch a nuclear missile. It had been a while but not that long; he certainly didn't remember Vance being that tall. It did him good to work alone again sometimes, but he found himself missing the team. Hardison had sent him occasional texts, and when he had reception, he may have texted back.
“How come you get to do all this super secret stuff that you can't talk about?”
He wiped his fingers on the dish towel slung over his shoulder. “'Cause it's my job.”
“Wait!” Parker brightened as an idea struck her. “Was it something for the Council?”
“Council?” he asked innocently, momentarily turning away to select a knife. Sometimes it was just too much fun not to mess with Parker about conspiracy theories.
“You know, from the Hunter Job?”
“Oh. I'm not a liberty to discuss that with you.”
“Come on, Eliot,” Parker wheedled. “Can't you even tell me if you're a member?”
“No, it could compromise the agency,” he said, barely managing to keep a straight face. He avoided her eyes and focused on chopping the cilantro in front of him, ignoring her stare as she tried to figure out whether or not he was messing with her.
“Oh, oh! I just remembered - Hardison was looking at some stuff online and he left the page up and I started reading it and it was about conspiracy theories and all this really cool stuff, and...” the thief trailed off when he gave her one of his exasperated, there-better-be-a-point-in-there-somewhere looks.
“Anyway, I saw some thing about the sixty-fifth anniversary of the aliens crashing in Roswell, only they said it wasn't really aliens, but that the government was doing really super secret stuff they don't want anybody to know about. Is it true that a spaceship didn't crash in Roswell, but that the government was using it as a secret nuclear test site?”
Her question caught him off guard. Eliot Spencer did not believe in aliens, and knowing the government like he did, he wouldn't be surprised if that's what they were trying to keep covered up.
“I'm not at liberty to discuss that. Hold this,” he said, handing her a bowl, and reaching for a ladle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Tell me more stuff, Eliot!” Parker interrupted him as they were carrying their dirty dishes to the kitchen, after he'd given up on trying to talk some sense into Hardison about learning how to make decent tasting beer and choosing a freaking brewpub as their headquarters.
“Have you heard about Chernobyl?”
“Well, yeah, duh, everybody has. Big nuclear disaster.”
“No, not that, the other story about Chernobyl.”
He knew her interest was piqued so he continued.
“Legend has it that a Soviet agent got greedy and turned into a thief, and is rumored to have hidden some of his loot in Chernobyl and the government found out about it several years after the big accident. The government thought that it was such a good idea that they unofficially had him killed so no one else would know about it.”
“Chernobyl? Seriously?”
“Yeah. That's where the Ukrainian government keeps a lot of their money. They figure it's safe since everybody's too afraid ever go there.”
He could practically see the dollar signs in her eyes as she wavered between not believing him and that it was true. Nate had the misfortune to walk by and Parker turned her attention to him. “Nate! I wanna go to Chernobyl, Eliot said that there might be some really important, valuable stuff there.”
Nate shot him a look. He returned it with a shrug and a wink behind the thief's back.
The mastermind sighed. “No, Parker, we're not going to Chernobyl, there's no money or expensive stuff to steal.”
“Are you sure? Eliot said-”
“Eliot was just messing with you.”
Era: Post-Atomic Age
Title: Not At Liberty
Word Count: 713
Rating: PG; Gen
Warning(s): Quick!writing mistakes, unbetaed (read at your own risk!), mild spoilers for S5.
“So, what'd you do on your vacation, Eliot?” Parker watched Eliot as he moved around the brewpub's kitchen, putting together a meal for the team.
“Traveled,” Eliot answered, tasting the chilly before adding a little more seasoning. “Met up with some friends. The rest is classified.”
It had been nice to see Vance again and kick some ass together like old times. Not to mention, the President was very pleased, unofficially, of course, that Iran was no longer threatening to launch a nuclear missile. It had been a while but not that long; he certainly didn't remember Vance being that tall. It did him good to work alone again sometimes, but he found himself missing the team. Hardison had sent him occasional texts, and when he had reception, he may have texted back.
“How come you get to do all this super secret stuff that you can't talk about?”
He wiped his fingers on the dish towel slung over his shoulder. “'Cause it's my job.”
“Wait!” Parker brightened as an idea struck her. “Was it something for the Council?”
“Council?” he asked innocently, momentarily turning away to select a knife. Sometimes it was just too much fun not to mess with Parker about conspiracy theories.
“You know, from the Hunter Job?”
“Oh. I'm not a liberty to discuss that with you.”
“Come on, Eliot,” Parker wheedled. “Can't you even tell me if you're a member?”
“No, it could compromise the agency,” he said, barely managing to keep a straight face. He avoided her eyes and focused on chopping the cilantro in front of him, ignoring her stare as she tried to figure out whether or not he was messing with her.
“Oh, oh! I just remembered - Hardison was looking at some stuff online and he left the page up and I started reading it and it was about conspiracy theories and all this really cool stuff, and...” the thief trailed off when he gave her one of his exasperated, there-better-be-a-point-in-there-somewhere looks.
“Anyway, I saw some thing about the sixty-fifth anniversary of the aliens crashing in Roswell, only they said it wasn't really aliens, but that the government was doing really super secret stuff they don't want anybody to know about. Is it true that a spaceship didn't crash in Roswell, but that the government was using it as a secret nuclear test site?”
Her question caught him off guard. Eliot Spencer did not believe in aliens, and knowing the government like he did, he wouldn't be surprised if that's what they were trying to keep covered up.
“I'm not at liberty to discuss that. Hold this,” he said, handing her a bowl, and reaching for a ladle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Tell me more stuff, Eliot!” Parker interrupted him as they were carrying their dirty dishes to the kitchen, after he'd given up on trying to talk some sense into Hardison about learning how to make decent tasting beer and choosing a freaking brewpub as their headquarters.
“Have you heard about Chernobyl?”
“Well, yeah, duh, everybody has. Big nuclear disaster.”
“No, not that, the other story about Chernobyl.”
He knew her interest was piqued so he continued.
“Legend has it that a Soviet agent got greedy and turned into a thief, and is rumored to have hidden some of his loot in Chernobyl and the government found out about it several years after the big accident. The government thought that it was such a good idea that they unofficially had him killed so no one else would know about it.”
“Chernobyl? Seriously?”
“Yeah. That's where the Ukrainian government keeps a lot of their money. They figure it's safe since everybody's too afraid ever go there.”
He could practically see the dollar signs in her eyes as she wavered between not believing him and that it was true. Nate had the misfortune to walk by and Parker turned her attention to him. “Nate! I wanna go to Chernobyl, Eliot said that there might be some really important, valuable stuff there.”
Nate shot him a look. He returned it with a shrug and a wink behind the thief's back.
The mastermind sighed. “No, Parker, we're not going to Chernobyl, there's no money or expensive stuff to steal.”
“Are you sure? Eliot said-”
“Eliot was just messing with you.”