Fill: What are we worth when motionless (2/?)pr_scatterbrainFebruary 10 2011, 11:15:41 UTC
It doesn't stop the department from sending Eduardo out again. Deep cover. Six months this time, in a CIA front company. He doesn't have to leave Singapore for that assignment. But after that assignment ends, he gets sent in to investigate an international recognised bank in Malaysia. Subcontracted again. Then once more, this time to the Middle East, where again he acts as a junior consular officer.
On the freight plane out, for some reason he runs into that first recruitment officer.
The guy breaks into a crooked smile when he sees Eduardo.
"Not as dumb as you look, eh, Bambi?" he laughs. "I never should have doubted you."
"No," Eduardo replies.
Eduardo thinks his record speaks loud enough. But sometimes that isn't enough.
It should be, but it isn't.
He's better with financial and trade related espionage. Other than knowing figures and being able to work out what they mean in the scheme of things, there is something about him that always appears efficient, competent, but not overly so. Never threatening. Nor to memorable. Just good, but not too good at what he does. Maybe it’s just his face or maybe it’s the fact in the right suit, or any suit, he looks younger than he really is. Younger and - he doesn’t know. It just works. He’s able to slide in and out of the corporate sector with ease.
But after his first stint in Jordan, he starts being sent on different missions. Ones where he doesn’t just track money or investments while smiling prettily. A month in Taiwan becomes three in Burma, or five in Pakistan. Information is still information, and Eduardo's always been good at getting a hold of it. Especially now he has learnt not to take thing at face value.
Within the course of an eighteen month period, he is promoted twice.
After the second, he is placed on a team and the missions change again.
Links between one assignment and the next start to become visible; paper trails of money and influence. Ivan, once his case manager and now his team leader, tells him to keep his nose to the ground. He tells Eduardo not to draw straws. To wait and to watch. In comparison Loren spends most of his time talking about banks financing terrorism, while Elsa, their new wrangler just talks about the bigger picture - because that’s what they’re dealing with. Eduardo thinks about all the hedge funds and tax havens he’s seen in his lifetime.
There are patterns.
He is starting to see them.
“I think we could be onto something big,” Loren says.
Fill: What are we worth when motionless (3/?)pr_scatterbrainFebruary 10 2011, 11:16:24 UTC
On an assignment in Brazil, he is shot twice, which is ironic considering how a year previously he was on his own and roaming through Afghanistan under the guise as a Red Cross worker. Or was he a UN peacekeeper? Sometimes it's difficult to keep track. The military doctor who picks the bullets out of him and stitches him back together says it isn't uncommon. His team members don't say anything.
A few months later they are sent back to Afghanistan so it all feels like a moot point anyway. Embedded with a squadron of Marines, those fake business cards feel so far away as does his farce of an apartment.
"It can always be much worse," he says, when one of the marine's he's riding asks what he's thinking.
The marine nods.
Eduardo thinks most of the squad know what he and his team mates are. How could they not? Nothing is said though. Not to their faces. A fortnight later they are dropped off in Bagdad and Eduardo becomes someone else. Different name, accent, even a different walk. He still knows how to hold a gun like someone who knows how to use it. He uses it like a person how knows how to, when push comes to shove.
"You look so thin," his mother says when Eduardo visits her after he gets back.
Sitting out by the pool in the sun, the back of Eduardo's neck prickles; sun burnt and raw under the crisp white dress shirt. He shrugs and lets his mother feed him seconds and complain about what he's done with his hair ('You have such beautiful hair. Why did you cut it so short?').
Ivan doesn't say anything. They concentrate on writing up reports, attending branch meetings, briefing the relevant personal and prepping for the next mission and - Eduardo is good at this. He knows how to say the right things in order to get his hands on what he wants. He gets the job done. He is good at that. One of the best. What he does means something. Something more than the amount of zero’s in his bank balance or the ones that are added to that totally every financial quarter.
He - he’s in Kuwait working as a P.A to an oil magnate when out of nowhere he is extracted and told to report to Washington D.C. When he asks why - why, when he was so deeply embedded in his cover and so close to discovering the evidence the CIA needed they pulled him out, ruining months and months of work and setting the investigation back at least a year - they tell he they need him for something more important.
When he gets to the bureau though, he finds out they don’t need him at all.
They need Mark. Mark fucking Zuckerberg. And apparently Eduardo’s the only one that can get him.
Re: Fill: What are we worth when motionless (3/?)penguinparityFebruary 10 2011, 11:24:45 UTC
Yes!!!!!! I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS STORY! SUCH A PROMISING BEGINNING! I saw that prompt and immediately started tracking it, thinking, pleeeeeease, someone fill this.
And you did and so for it is awesomesauce. I can totally see Eduardo being all efficient and badass, while still looking innocent and innocuous. This is going to be amazing. :D
On the freight plane out, for some reason he runs into that first recruitment officer.
The guy breaks into a crooked smile when he sees Eduardo.
"Not as dumb as you look, eh, Bambi?" he laughs. "I never should have doubted you."
"No," Eduardo replies.
Eduardo thinks his record speaks loud enough. But sometimes that isn't enough.
It should be, but it isn't.
He's better with financial and trade related espionage. Other than knowing figures and being able to work out what they mean in the scheme of things, there is something about him that always appears efficient, competent, but not overly so. Never threatening. Nor to memorable. Just good, but not too good at what he does. Maybe it’s just his face or maybe it’s the fact in the right suit, or any suit, he looks younger than he really is. Younger and - he doesn’t know. It just works. He’s able to slide in and out of the corporate sector with ease.
But after his first stint in Jordan, he starts being sent on different missions. Ones where he doesn’t just track money or investments while smiling prettily. A month in Taiwan becomes three in Burma, or five in Pakistan. Information is still information, and Eduardo's always been good at getting a hold of it. Especially now he has learnt not to take thing at face value.
Within the course of an eighteen month period, he is promoted twice.
After the second, he is placed on a team and the missions change again.
Links between one assignment and the next start to become visible; paper trails of money and influence. Ivan, once his case manager and now his team leader, tells him to keep his nose to the ground. He tells Eduardo not to draw straws. To wait and to watch. In comparison Loren spends most of his time talking about banks financing terrorism, while Elsa, their new wrangler just talks about the bigger picture - because that’s what they’re dealing with. Eduardo thinks about all the hedge funds and tax havens he’s seen in his lifetime.
There are patterns.
He is starting to see them.
“I think we could be onto something big,” Loren says.
Eduardo doesn’t say anything.
Not yet.
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A few months later they are sent back to Afghanistan so it all feels like a moot point anyway. Embedded with a squadron of Marines, those fake business cards feel so far away as does his farce of an apartment.
"It can always be much worse," he says, when one of the marine's he's riding asks what he's thinking.
The marine nods.
Eduardo thinks most of the squad know what he and his team mates are. How could they not? Nothing is said though. Not to their faces. A fortnight later they are dropped off in Bagdad and Eduardo becomes someone else. Different name, accent, even a different walk. He still knows how to hold a gun like someone who knows how to use it. He uses it like a person how knows how to, when push comes to shove.
"You look so thin," his mother says when Eduardo visits her after he gets back.
Sitting out by the pool in the sun, the back of Eduardo's neck prickles; sun burnt and raw under the crisp white dress shirt. He shrugs and lets his mother feed him seconds and complain about what he's done with his hair ('You have such beautiful hair. Why did you cut it so short?').
Ivan doesn't say anything. They concentrate on writing up reports, attending branch meetings, briefing the relevant personal and prepping for the next mission and - Eduardo is good at this. He knows how to say the right things in order to get his hands on what he wants. He gets the job done. He is good at that. One of the best. What he does means something. Something more than the amount of zero’s in his bank balance or the ones that are added to that totally every financial quarter.
He - he’s in Kuwait working as a P.A to an oil magnate when out of nowhere he is extracted and told to report to Washington D.C. When he asks why - why, when he was so deeply embedded in his cover and so close to discovering the evidence the CIA needed they pulled him out, ruining months and months of work and setting the investigation back at least a year - they tell he they need him for something more important.
When he gets to the bureau though, he finds out they don’t need him at all.
They need Mark. Mark fucking Zuckerberg. And apparently Eduardo’s the only one that can get him.
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And you did and so for it is awesomesauce. I can totally see Eduardo being all efficient and badass, while still looking innocent and innocuous. This is going to be amazing. :D
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This is going to be SO good!
I love it. It's about to get deceptive and angsty and gorgeous and SEXY and I cannot WAIT.
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YOU ARE MY HERO. SO MUCH. SO SO MUCH.
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