Catching him in the stairwell, she knows its against protocol to be openly affectionate but for three seconds she could care less, falling into his arms.
"Please tell me your off patrol soon," she sighed, "My day is just getting worse and worse."
Explaining to her that he just needed to grab Al, she pulls away and nods, asking him to meet in their room. At this point Katerina couldn't find the effort to be social with anyone, aside from Kevin. Trying to continue looking confident, Kat strolls back to her room, her shoulders sagging the instant the door is shut. While she might have to pertain a certain confident personality around the others, it was something she had grown over the past years stuck in Bolivia. Like a suit of armor, protecting her from people's shit. Today though she felt like crying, thinking about how little people around here cared for the citizens of Bolivia. Maybe it was her heritage, or the fact she had watched them struggle for years -whatever it was she hated that no one seemed to care if it meant saving their own asses.
While waiting for Kevin she decided to check the laptop, just to make sure there was no reply. Surprisingly there was, and she could here the cockiness in the words.
This is not some peace brigade agent. Remember that.
She wrote right back, and the replies came almost instantly after.
No its not, its a mission. But whats the point of fighting something that is tainting this country if we kill the country in the process?
We fight it so that taint doesn't spread to our country.
Wow. So who cares about an entire nation, as long as you the drugs off YOUR streets, and no one else's?
You signed up with the american CIA, not Bolivia's. Personal opinions are unwanted in the field.
I signed up for military first. Remember that. I'm here to protect people, first and foremost.
There was a pause and Kat blew out her breath, her hands shaking with anger. Her handler had always been like this, mission above all else. He was the one who had encouraged her to get into bed with Narcos to get close. In a way, he was the one making her life hell these last six years. She knew what she was gathering had been for the greater cause, and she knew the main objective of her mission was all well, but it was the details that tore at her, like faking information or telling her to sell her body to the devil for a few sheets of paper.
Minutes past then her email dinged, and as she brought it up she was surprised to see a video on it. It was feed from a security cameras, positioned so it stared down at a parking lot. She watched as five men pooled out of an unmarked black van and strolled towards the building. Underneath the feed was two words.
Mission failed.
Her breath caught and she waited, knowing there had to be more information. Sure enough a minute later the words began pooling in again on the word document, none of them good.
Your laptop was breached and while we did have protocols up to send them on a wild goose chase, they nevertheless found other information about CIA ties in Miami, courtesy of your email I presume.
She recognized the parking lot now. They had pulled her into the states for a few days between leaving the cartel and meeting the Ghosts. That parking lot had been where she met the Ghosts handler, who had then taken her out for a private lunch to be debriefed. Kat had never gone inside, but obviously it held a few CIA agents.
Six were killed because you left your property in enemy hands.
Wait, I had little choice and
You did not retrieve it in a timely manner, and six were killed because of that. On home soil. As well, you've made the Ghosts presence and the CIA presence known in Bolivia to the cartel, who if they gain sufficient knowledge can take to the Bolivian government and start a whole new war.
There was a long pause and Kat's stomach knotted painfully, knowing she was being berated now, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.
We have had to take extreme measures to move our remaining agents in Miami. Being as the Ghosts are considered dead, and had no part in this mission they have been excused this once. The cartel cannot gain evidence of them, being as your team technically no longer exists.
"I however do," Kat whispered to herself, feeling the bile rise, knowing she was in a deeper hole than she could crawl out of.
Your family has been notified of your death agent. You no longer exist. As you know, we chose you do to your background and excelling at spy work. As such, your only mission -gaining intel- has been successful up until this point when we were exposed. Your mission is now concluded.
Do I have a new mission then?
Negative. At this point we have no need for your services, and termination of your employment seems evident. At least for the CIA. If your team decides to continue using you, you may stay with them.
If not do I return to America?
There was no reply, and there never would be. Even as she went to type something the computer hummed and then the screen went black. When she turned it back on she found the entire thing reset, every file, every password gone. They had erased everything. If they hadn't done so before, it had probably been because Lion hacking skills outmatched them, which explained the breach. They hadn't been able to wipe the computer clean, but she suspected during that entire conversation they had been setting up for a complete reset.
And now she was fucked.
Her temper surged and just as the door opened and Winters walked in she screamed and through the laptop at the wall across from her, breaking it instantly.
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