Sebastian grinned a bit, “Maybe that’s the way I like it,” he said with a wink. “Actually, my files a higher classification, that’s why they didn’t give you much. You know how paranoid SHIELD gets. I think they’re being overly cautious, but they’ve got good reason,” he said, waving his hand.
He chuckled, “Don’t panic. It’s not like it’s pass or fail. That’s how things are in the field. Pass and fail is hazy, can’t really tell when you’re passing or when you’re failing, you just have to go with your gut. Don’t think too hard, just think about what you need to know.” He leaned against the table, waiting for Jo to collect herself. He smirked a bit when she asked the questions.
"Mission coordinates are one fancy beach house in Santa Monica. Facilities we’re infiltrating are all underground. We’ll have to hack into the system and keep the guards from alerting a break in, either by avoiding them all together or taking them out. Unfortunately we’re on our own, we get caught, we aren’t SHIELD. They don’t want anyone to know we’re going in."
"Not bad, but, you missed one very important one." He paused, "What is it you’re doing? I’m disabling the device, could easily be a one man job, so…why two instead of one?"
“What classification are you?” The question is with innocent intentions, and Jo realizes a moment after she says it that it could be, well, classified information. She clears her throat nervously. “Yeah, SHIELD’s rather paranoid about everythin’.” Jo realizes that she may have just accidentally insulted the institution she works for, so she quickly amends her statement. “Not that that’s a bad thing,” she adds, one rushed word tumbling onto the next. “I mean, they’ve got a lot of enemies and a lot of things to look out for. I mean, it makes sense.”
“Yeah, right. It’s just live or die. Y’know, it’s nothin’ like pass or fail.” Jo immediately scolds herself for being so rude – if she was going to work with this man on a top secret SHIELD mission, she should probably show him more respect. “Sorry,” she mutters. “This mission’s not quite what I’m used to. It’s a little stressful.” She avoids his gaze, suddenly rather interested in the practical pair of combat boots she is currently wearing.
She nods, comprehending the situation through the information he was disclosing to her. “I take it we’re on our own for transportation there too. When are we set to leave?” Jo runs a nervous hand through her hair, hoping the motion conceals how uneasy she is regarding this mission. “What’s our cover this time?”
Jo bites her lip, pondering his question for a brief moment. “I suppose there’s several reasons. If somethin’ goes wrong, two are more likely to be able to react faster than one. There’s also the fact that it’s easy for one to go rouge, especially if there’s some sort of reward involved for the treason against SHIELD, not that I’m sayin’ you’re gonna turn or nothin’, and there’s always someone to watch the other’s back. I guess I’m kinda there to watch out while you’re disablin’ the device.”
"Well, this has never happened before, not that I’m aware of anyway. I suppose you are free to do as you wish. Since you are not an angel created by God, you have no orders. You do not have to be assigned to a certain location or human. You are free to do as you wish." she told her with a smile.
"So there’s nothin’ in particular I’m supposed to do?" Jo asks, trying to clarify Bridgette’s words. Nothing in this situation made much sense, and Jo is desperately striving for clarity.
Sebastian nodded, “You’ll have your work cut out for you, I assure you,” he told her, “But, I glanced at your file, I think you’re plenty qualified for the job, so don’t worry too much,” he said with a slight smile. He stood up and stretched a bit more, “Yeah, they like to that with new promotions, make you talk with the leading officer or something,” he shrugged. “Ask away, I’ll fill you in on any details you need.”
He paused, “Think of it as a test of sorts, making sure you’re asking the things you need to know to survive.”
She listens attentively, already aware that she would most likely have to place her life in this particular man’s hands during at least one point throughout their mission. “Thank you,” she says, not expecting praise. “Well, my file’s got nothin’ but the mission name, your name, and the name of the device we need to disable.” When he mentions treating her questions as if this was a test, she immediately begins to get nervous. “Freakin’ fantastic. Never did well on tests.” Jo takes a deep breath, allowing herself a moment to process her thoughts. “What are the coordinates of the mission, specific threats we may face, and will there be an extraction team?”
Sebastian’s eyes flicked up when a woman approached his desk. He set down the gun he had been cleaning, turning to gave her. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said. “You must be Agent Harvelle, then,” he commented, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. He’d been hunched over the weapon for a few hours now, making sure it was in the best shape possible for the mission. “Sebastian Moran, nice to meet you,” he said, wiping his hand off on a rag before extending it to shake hers. “Congratulations on your promotion,” he added.
Personally, this job was a bit of a down step for Sebastian. He was used to working precise spy missions and assassinations, but SHIELD had gotten a little fussy over his last operation and insisted he work alongside someone new and give them some experience. “So, I’m guessing you’re looking for more information on the op.”
Her gaze trails the movement as she sets the gun down, watching it with caution. She wasn’t terrified of guns, on the contrary she was rather comfortable with them, but for some reason, this man with a gun electrified her nerves. “It’s nice to meet you too, Agent Moran,” she says, shaking his extended hand. “And thank you.” It wasn’t often people congratulated you for a promotion within SHIELD, especially because they are aware that the raise in position may cause the downfall of the person receiving the promotion.
"Yeah. There wasn’t much intel in my case file," she says, glancing down at the meager supply of information scattered throughout the papers filling her file. Though she wasn’t sure why SHIELD would withhold information from a person working the case, but it did not sound unlike something they would do.
Clara Oswald had always wanted to be a real field agent, but S.H.I.E.L.D thought she was better suited for more tech stuff. It wasn’t as awful as it sounded though. Clara had an array of things to do, and she was always properly happy in air condition and she could always walk over and get something to drink or eat. Some of the lab technicians joked that Clara must have had a super power being able to just look at a device and be able to figure out how it worked, how to work it properly, and how to take it all apart. She was also a great hacker, and when she wasn’t doing something important, she was hacking into everything.
But now, she was notified that she would be going into the field and Clara was ecstatic. Nervous too, but excited to see where she’d be going and who’d she be going with. She was promised that the person had been on several missions before so it wasn’t going to be both rookies heading blindly into the field.
She had just finished putting a few things that she might need on the case when someone walked up to her. She had only seen the picture after doing a quick scan of level 7 field agents and with a name to match up with, she was pleased to see that it was indeed her partner. “Yes, yes I am!” She said excitedly, reaching out her hand towards the girl.
"Sorry, I’m just really excited. I’ve always wanted to travel before, and go out in the field. Shield always thought I’d be better suited next to the computers and advanced tech though." She let out a laugh, tiling her head a little. "You’ve been a field agent though for awhile, right?"
Jo takes the hand extended to her, shaking it with an amused grin smeared across her lips. “I’m Jo Harvelle, field agent, but I guess you at least somewhat recognized me.” She meets the girl’s eyes, noticing the excitement that resides within them, and recalls for a brief moment her very first mission.
The singular reason it had been assigned to a rookie was because Jo was the only person within proximity of the building who already had access to the codes because she worked there. S.H.I.E.L.D. had contacted her, promising her lavish rewards for her service, but she had declined in hopes of becoming a consistent agent. Needless to say, it had been a success.
However, that did not appear to be the case with this girl. She obviously was very acquainted with technology, though Jo wasn’t quite sure how those skills would translate over to the field.
When the girl admits that she is advanced tech, Jo is not surprised. “It’s alright. I mean, first case in the field. That’s always thrillin’,” Jo says with a small smile. It was nice to be working with someone enthusiastic for a change in comparison to most of her stoic partners. “Yeah, coupl’a years now, but it hardly feels like a minute. What about you? How long’ve you been tech?”
|Well, if it helps put you at ease. Although, in a bit I’m afraid it will have very little effect.” she shrugged. “If you have any questions or worried I’d be happy to help.” she offered.
"Yeah, I’m beginning to notice," Jo says somewhat sulkily. She used to consume alcohol rather frequently, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that it wouldn’t have the same effect. "What does this all mean?" she asks, gesturing to herself. "I mean, what am I supposed to do with it all?"
If Dean was expecting anything at all, it wasn’t this. Was it ever not this. First a gentle whip of blond hair he’d recognize anywhere and, as the woman turned, he resisted the urge to take a step back, “Jo…”
Man, it looked like her… and sounded like her. But Dean had been down this road before and there was anger behind his features when he drew his gun and aimed it, “Oh man… did you ever pick the wrong face.”
She’s not shocked when he aims the weapon at her; on the contrary, she slightly expected it, knowing that Dean was fond of his guns and likely to be suspicious of her return. However, the anger evident on his features does surprise her.
"Whoa, whoa. Hold your fire Winchester." Jo raises her hands in a gesture of surrender, glancing around at the swarms of people around them. "Y’know, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to carry a gun in London. You might wanna put that thing away."
Jo Harvelle, a field agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., had finally achieved level seven classification, meaning she now had access to a variety of different missions she wasn’t even aware of before. She held the title for about a week before they assigned her a particular mission to infiltrate a secure area and deactivate a device that posed a threat.
She glances down at her partner, not recognizing the name printed at the bottom of the file. The file also announced that her partner would know what device they were attempting to find and how it would be shut down.
Jo hated walking into missions blind, especially when she was unaware of what potential threat she was dealing with, so she decided to track down her partner prior to the mission, demanding information.
"Uh, excuse me, but are you assigned to mission 0-14998?" she asks, hoping she caught the right person.