|AYI: The final chapter!
||[Feb. 23rd, 2005|04:24 pm]
Order of the Tulip
A Youthful Indiscretion|
“Agent 009 out.” The communiqué kept playing in my mind. What the hell was she thinking? Never had I expected such…..foolishness… from an agent like her. The single moment I had feared most in my life, and here it was, staring me down. Failure. The word crossed my mind. I had flung it around with others like it was their name. Failure. It had a certain sting to it, one that cut straight to a person’s very core. Failure. It just didn’t sound right used with her name. Favorites were always the hardest. A knock on the door of my office. “I’m here!” sang a cheerful voice. The innocence in it pained me. I never could understand how she managed to be two different people at once. Domino 50% of the time and Agent 009 the other half. So girlish and happy normally. A complete polar opposite on missions. I wondered which half possessed her to throw the game a week ago. Which half I should yell at.
She walked in, half smiling. I saw past her façade. Inside she was trembling. I could see it in her eyes.
“Ah, Domino, so nice to see you again. Feeling better?”
“I’m still a little weak…. But they said the bandages could come off my arm in three days.”
“I suppose that’s somewhat reassuring. Now let’s get to the matter at hand, shall we? Last week I sent you to EverGrande to steal a rare and powerful Flygon. You returned empty handed and unconscious on a medical helicopter. Your actions were a disgrace to the rank of Elite. Have you got anything to say for yourself?”
She stood in silence.
“Well? Have you?”
I could see her eyes narrowing. She was growing weak.
“SPEAK UP, FOOLISH GIRL!”
“If I went back and got myself killed, you still wouldn’t have the Flygon, and you’d have lost your best agent.”
She had a point. Still, like her, I had a reputation to keep.
“I figured, I’m about to die anyway, might as well die now.”
WHAT? What was she thinking? My apprehension turned into true rage.
“Your defeatist attitude, Agent 009, is the very kind of thinking that keeps my dreams from being truly realized. The least you could have done was call for backup. I want complete success at all costs. If that meant losing you but getting the Flygon… well, it would be better than getting nothing at all.”
“I-I don’t know what to say… I’m terribly sorry.”
She had slipped back into Domino mode. I looked into her deep, remorseful violet eyes. They gleamed like priceless, flawless amethysts. And nothing could touch a man, any man, like the beautiful, sad eyes of a girl. A sorry, horrible weakness, but an inevitable one. Still…
“What happened last week at EverGrande was incredibly selfish. I expect better from you.”
“Normally, incidents of this- magnitude- could not go unpaid for, but I suppose no harm could come from simply writing this off as a youthful indiscretion.”
A tense pause. I could see the shock spread across her face.
“With all due respect.. YOU’RE LETTING ME OFF? I practically SABOTAGED the whole thing and you’re letting me off? Good one. So are you really going to do?”
The shock was now mutual. Never had an agent actually spoken to me like this. Nor would they get away with it. But it brought a sense of satisfaction to me. Slowly, I was starting to see the strange creature that was Domino. Toying with someone had never been so intriguing before.
“Of course I’m letting you off, do you really think I have time for games? Unless you want to be punished. And I’d be more than happy to help you there. Now get out of here before I change my mind.”
“Oh yes. Right away.”
She shot a somewhat confused glance at me and flew out the door. I watched as her bright golden curls vanished in an instant.
A youthful indiscretion. Screw her, what was I thinking?
I'm too lazy to put in a cut.....