Peacemaker7

Attn Agent Ethan Hunt FYEO!

Suspect spotted in Basra stop Boarded BA flight 736b to Kuwait City stop May be armed stop Agent Smith on board stop Meet Smith in usual place for de-briefing stop

Suspect is to be kept under observation stop Do not approach unless life or death stop repeat Do NOT approach unless absolutely critical stop

Message Ends.

Code 27G.

HD

Susie was confused, for two reasons. Firstly because the note had taken just three seconds to self destruct and she was concussed. Secondly because for all his press al-Hussein was not a physically intimidating man and as a rogue operator he was not supported by any manpower. Why were her orders not to engage him? It simply didn't add up. In addition, why were the Bureau contacting her a matter of hours after she'd received explicit orders to go quiet, to refrain from attempting to communicate with any other operatives or agents? Something didn't add up and she wasn't exactly sure what.

Life in Baghdad was tumultuous at the best of times and with operatives ten years younger than her landing the prized assignments she was far from happy with her lot. A small-time tin-pot wannabe who couldn't tell his arse from his elbow was not a legitimate terror threat. The Bureau had stuffed up somewhere along the line, this was not the best use of her talents. She had been in the field for a long time, she had earned her spurs in Israel, she had infiltrated the Canadian government, she had taken out a major terror cell in Syria. She was pretty damn good and she knew it. So why al-Hussein? A man who spends half his time running stolen goods and the other half running what passes for the Iraqi national football team? Something didn't add up and she wasn't exactly sure what.

...

Tashkent. Why was he going to Tashkent? Football on the face of it. The operative in Susie was screaming "cover!", but the logical side was saying "cover, yes, of Time magazine when you bring him in, but get real, he's nobody." Nobody, but at the same time somebody the US Government and Agencies were spending a lot of money on keeping tabs on. A man with a past that 18 months of observation had led Susie if not to forget then to dismiss as poor intel. She was the one out here, not them. She saw with her own eyes. Whatever the price on his head he was nobody. Orders not to engage, fine, but Tashkent beckoned, if only because the change of scenery would do her good, and who knows, maybe some real terrorists would show up. That Time magazine cover may not be so unrealistic...

Peacemaker7

London, Jan 21st

The message was clear enough. The question wasn't. Al Quada had previously no links with Kuwait, except that time he had declared himself related to the Emir, Sheikh Jabir al-Ahmad al-Jabir al-Sabah and had been calling himself Sheikh ever since. He seemed quite proud of the title. Smith had tailed him in Berlin, but Smith was an idiot and if he had done his job properly then no-one would have been harmed. Of course the casualities were of no concern in the whole scheme of things, it was Smith's incompetance that was the problem. Berlin was a right screw up, and everyone at MI6 knew it.

Now it seemed Al Quada was in Kuwait, and Smith was on his tail. But not this time, this time Ethan would make sure Smith didnt screw up. Even if he had to be dispossed of. A bad agent was an agent not worth having, and bad agents were accident prone. Ethan wondered what the weather was like this time of the year in Kuwait City, and started to pack. He had flight to catch. Or rather Steve Dickson had. He wondered if that was some smart arse in-joke at his expense...

coddlewalup

???????/ this has a lot 2 do with what these forums are about doesnt it???????????//

Peacemaker7

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Peacemaker7

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by cooldude89:
???????/ this has a lot 2 do with what these forums are about doesnt it???????????// <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Yes, it does thanks.

HD

Eighteenth February at a surprisingly clement National Stadium in Tashkent. Susie was almost basking in the eight degree celsius heat. She was also concerned. Why was al-Hussein here? She'd bought the football story, but his side were demolished 6-0 by the Uzbekis, if he were a legitimate football coach that could never have happened.

Do Not Engage.

The words made more sense now. The more she tried to revert to her default, he is nobody, stance the more she couldn't quite work out what was going on. Worryingly she had lost track of him for about eight hours prior to the game, she'd taken a circuitous route to the football stadium, she hadn't tracked him at all. But surely if there was something happening here local operatives, or locally based operatives would be on it. She rebuked herself for the laziness. In her work that could cost you your life. She was alive now, but out of the loop. Her eye was off the ball, so to speak, though sporting metaphors were perhaps not the most appropriate now.

There were people she would have to speak to when she got back to Baghdad. Suddenly she was thinking more than she had for months. Auto-pilot was disengaged. This was real. What had she been thinking?

HD

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by cooldude89:
???????/ this has a lot 2 do with what these forums are about doesnt it???????????// <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I disagree. Thank you, come again.

Peacemaker7

Kuwait City, Feb 2nd

Smith should have been taken care of. His incompetance had proven too much, he had nearly blown the case. He should not have been in the flat, even if his find did seem to be crucial. He could have alerted Al Quada, and then who knows what could have happened. It was simply unacceptable, and by the time the authorities found his body, Smith would have been unidentifiable. There were ways and means, and Ethan was no rookie. There would be no links back to him. But he would bide his time, one more error and Smith was history.

Andorra. Ethan tried to think hard about what on earth could be in Andorra. Hurriedly, he managed to book a flight there, that would arrive the day before Al Quada was due. If he was going to Europe, there must be something big on. And then he remembered, Prince Charles was due in tiny Principality on the 5th. That was classified A-1, but Ethan had A-1 clearance. He would make a short report to HQ, but there was no need for panic, there was no need to take action. Not yet. The Royal visit would not be cancelled on a whim, but it was vital the Prince be kept safe. Al Quada was not going to Andorra for no reason. He would set Smith to secure the Prince's route, it would be his last chance for redemption and there was plenty of other security around the visit. Smith had no chance to screw this one up.

Ethan tailed Al Quada from the moment he landed. What the hell was he up to, travelling with the Kuwaiti national team. Ethan was no football fan, he detested the game, he had no idea that Kuwait were playing a game here. And if this was right he would have to endure it. He could not lose the man, not now, not this time. London still hurt. It was his one admission of his own potential weakness.

The match was a bore to Ethan, he should have sent Smith here. Smith was a football fan. Perhaps that was part of the reason Ethan hated him. The game apparantly ended 1-0 to Andorra which was not a good result for Kuwait. Not that Ethan cared. Al Quada hadnt left his sight and his plane would leave it seemed before the Royal visit. It didnt seem there was any purpose here at all, and Ethan felt quite humiliated....

HD

bin Ayen

Ahmed paced nervously across the polished floor of his apartment. No man can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to one, and despise the other. This dilemma permeated each of his waking hours and when he slept it got no easier. When he could sleep. Susie would call, he knew. He knew her well, where she shopped, when she ate, who she called, when she called them. He knew her flat inside and out, he knew Susie inside and out. She trusted him, he knew. There was a lot he knew, but in one key aspect he was unsure. You cannot serve God and mammon. He had to stay alive, his life depended on it.