The story so far:
Dr. Greek left shortly after setting out two bottles of painkillers for Kelly and Kate. Kelly pulled her shirt back on and poured two mugs of coffee and seasoned them with cream and artificial sweetener. Carrying the two mugs, she walked out on the terrace where Kate sat smoking. Kelly looked down and saw that Kate had already smoked two.
“Jesus, Kate, you might want to slow down,” Kelly said, holding out the coffee mug.
“If you weren’t here I’d be smoking something else so don’t complain,” Kate replied with a sharp tone. She took the mug and paused before bringing it to her lips. “You didn’t poison it, did you?”
“No, ****,” Kelly said, smiling. She settled into the chair next to Kate and sipped her coffee. “I’m sorry for breaking your nose.”
“Sorry for cracking your ribs,” Kate said. “And for bringing up Neil, that was **** up of me.”
“Yeah, it was…” Kelly agreed. “Still, it probably didn’t deserve broken bones.”
“Probably not,” Kate said. “Now, are we done with the sister ****? We do have jobs to do.”
“Yeah, I’m done. Just remember that I can still whip your **** if I need to.”
“Yes ma’am,” Kate sighed, crushing the rest of her cigarette. “Look, I know you’re the senior officer and all but do you think it might be possible for us to leave the dirty details out of our report to Sam and Fran?”
“I don’t see a problem with that,” Kelly said, standing. “But if you ever pull a stunt like that again…”
“I know, I know, you’ll beat the **** out of me,” Kate said.
“Well that, but I’ll also take your clearance away and shut down this team. You’re the team leader, Kate, and I can’t have you putting yourself and the team at risk like that,” Kelly said. Kate nodded.
“I got it,” Kate said, standing. Kelly leaned over and hugged Kate gingerly. Kate grinned over Kelly shoulder and squeezed her tight.
“Ow! Bitch,” Kelly cried, pulling away. She met Kate’s amused look and had to smile back.
“You may kick my ****, Kelly, but I’ll give you something to remember,” Kate laughed. The two sisters re-entered the living room where the other four waited. Jack and Max looked completely fine while Iris and Emily were still pale and sickly looking from their hangovers. “So what do we have?”
“Flight plans for April fifteenth,” Max said, looking over his stack of papers. “All leaving Heathrow.”
“That’s a week away,” Kelly said.
“That’s not the worst part, there’s also schematics for the Prime Minister’s jet and his trip itinerary for next week. He lands at Heathrow on the fifteenth at two in the afternoon.”
“What are they planning to do?” Iris asked.
“No clue. They’re either going to blow it up, highjack it or try to kidnap the Prime Minister,” Jack said, looking over the paperwork. “They have access to the plane so they could easily plant a bomb on it. Highjacking would be near impossible but with the Connolly’s connections it’s doable. And kidnapping, well, that would be downright easy with the information they have.”
“How so?” Kelly asked.
“They have the flight crew schedules, which means they can infiltrate the plane. They have secret service details, which means they can get in to the security details. Most importantly, they know which cars will be decoys and which one will actually have the Prime Minister,” Jack said, pointing to each different piece of information.
“How the hell did they get all of this?” Kate asked.
“It’s not too difficult. Heathrow’s personnel has all of this on file so they can coordinate with the secret service. All they needed to do was hack into the program and download it or they have someone on the inside,” Max said.
“Any idea who?” Iris asked.
“Not yet, but I’m running background checks on all Heathrow employees. If anyone has a tie to the Connollys then we’ll know it,” Max said.
“Good work,” Kelly said. “I’m going to turn this over to MI5, national security is their responsibility. Now…” Kelly turned to face Kate. “What’s your read on Pierce Connolly?”
“He’s charming, no doubt about that, but he’s used to getting his way. Honestly, I probably would’ve been in a tight spot if I had turned him down.”
“What makes you say that?” Kelly asked.
“Instinct; he’s killed people, that’s for sure,” Kate said.
“How do you know,” Max asked. Kate fixed him with a steady stare.
“We know our own,” Kate said. “When you take a life, a part of your humanity goes with it. You do it enough and you can recognize who else is missing pieces. Pierce is definitely a predator.”
“And he has no idea that you knocked him out and stole his intel?” Kelly asked.
“None, he was still asleep when I left,” Kate said.
“What alias did you use?” Kelly asked.
“Trisha Waggoner, photojournalist from California,” Kate said. “I gave him a card with a fake number on it.”
“Do you know how to contact him?” Kelly asked.
“Officially, no, he didn’t give me his number. But I could easily tell him that I got his number from someone in the royal family, he thinks we’re tight.”
“Okay… this intel is going to MI5. You five are heading home tomorrow. If we need a contact on the inside Kate will go in. You will not sleep with the target again, understood?” Kelly asked, glaring at Kate.
“Sis, I have a broken nose and two black eyes, I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone for awhile,” Kate said.
“Good point. Now, best case scenario this is the only copy of the intelligence that they can get and the operation will be stopped. If not, then MI5 has a week head start,” Kelly said. “On another point…” Kelly paused to look at Jack, Emily, Iris and Max separately. “I don’t have a problem with lying to the brass to protect Kate’s dumbass. That being said, I want to give each of you a vote in the matter. Do we lie or do we tell them the truth?”
“**** lie,” Emily said, sounding more alert than she had all morning. “She got the job done.”
“Agreed,” Iris said.
“I don’t have a problem with it,” Jack shrugged. Max looked nervous.
“Look, Kate, it’s not that I don’t like you or anything it’s just that… well, I’m a really shitty liar and my bosses are not the same as yours. I’m a member of the US military and if I get caught lying to my superiors then I could get court-martialed.”
“Isn’t that what your father is for?” Kate asked.
“My father would sell me down the river before he took care of a court-martial,” Max said.
“I understand your concern, Max,” Kelly said. “Maybe this will help.”
Kelly handed Max a piece of paper with the government seal at the top. It read National Secrets Act.
“This form states that you are bound by law not to reveal any details of any intelligence mission to anyone, lest you be thrown in prison for the rest of your life. Your superiors can’t touch it.”
Max quickly bent over and signed the form. He glanced up at Kate and smiled innocently.
“I have no idea what happened that night, I’m just a lowly tech,” Max said. Kate smiled back.
“You’re alright, Max, for an Air Force guy that is.”
“And you’re alright for a jarhead,” Max said.
“Semper Fi, bitch,” Kate replied.
“Speaking of which,” Iris started. “Kelly, Kate has a USMC tattoo on her right arm.”
“I know, I was there when she got it,” Kelly said.
“Don’t you think it might be dangerous to have a black ops agent marked like that?” Iris asked. Kelly turned to Kate.
“As much as I hate to defer to him, what did Neil say?” Kelly asked.
“He didn’t care. He said if I got to a point where someone saw it I was probably **** anyway. It actually got me out of a few jams in the field,” Kate said. “One time, I missed my pick up and was completely stranded in the middle of Nicaragua. I go into a bar to make a phone call and the **** bartender has the globe and anchor tattooed on his forearm. I was on my way home within the hour.”
“The tattoo stays,” Kelly said. “Does anyone else have any tattoos they need to share?”
Emily raised her hand.
“It won’t be a problem, it’s a four leaf clover,” Emily said.
“You got a tattoo but you won’t get your ears pierced?” Kate laughed.
“I don’t remember getting the tattoo,” Emily retorted.
“I don’t have any,” Iris said.
“Nor do I,” Jack said.
“Kelly, you know about all of mine,” Kate shrugged. The others looked over at her. “USMC,” she said, pointing to her right arm, “and a phoenix to cover a nasty knife wound,” she said, pointing to her right thigh.
“Max?” Kelly asked. Max shook his head. “Alright, one more thing; Sam is requesting you come up with a team name.”
“Already done,” Kate said. “You’re looking at the Sisterhood of Spies or SOS for short.”
“Very cool name,” Kelly said, nodding. “How did you guys come up with it?”
“Kelly, take our word for it when we say you don’t want to know,” Jack said, laughing.