Tuesday, May 22, 2007

SL Mission Impossible....Part 1

I knew I was pressing my luck. I haven't been an active field operative in quite some time now. I was wandering, exploring as I usually do while most decent avatars in my North American time zones are fast asleep. In the quiet stillness my "company" phone began to ring. It hadn't rung in so long I forgot the special ringtone.

It quickly dawned on me - a flood of past images, missions, assassinations, close friends lost in battle or undocumented covert ops, other "friends" exposed as moles.

*sighs* I knew my carefree days were over. "Frak."




"Reactivation," I cursed loudly though no one could hear me within 96 meters.




I reported to divisional headquarters, though I knew the chief wasn't in. My incoming call was an automated message and they know my habits and schedules far too well. Were they watching me now?

The Chief was another "decent" avatar who was fast asleep while I looked for something, anything, aimless trouble, to keep me amused. Perhaps I needed a little focus? No not *this* way. I had to find a way out of this.

But as I sat in the conference chair, back in familiar territory, my curiosity got the better of me. I had to know what was going on and why the Chief felt he needed me again. Frankly, I was itching for action and a good fight.

I shook off my thoughts, took a deep breath, and triggered the identification scan.

After the laptop booted, a video file from the desktop opened and began to load. In a minute I would see my boss again. I had butterflies in my stomach. We had a long and sordid past, but mostly a professional one. We kept each others secrets, from our families and the citizens we protect.

I'll admit it was good seeing his face again and I caught myself grinning.

The audio file was slightly out of sync with the video due to the SL lag, but a few seconds later, his familiar voice filled my eager ears.

"Good Morning, Ms. Connolly..."

My eyes welled with tears.

>>>>To be continued<<<<
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