Guardian Angel
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Greg MD on 10-06-2009, 09:00:05</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 09:00:05</strong>
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				Anzhela Bogdana walked coolly through the brightly lit corridor of MI-6, a seductive grin fixed permenantly on her face. The first time she'd ventured down these very halls she had been a different woman. That was before she'd become acquainted with her mentor, a fellow agent in the British secret agency. He was higher in rank than her at the time though, and getting close with him though she'd been hesitant to do so, had gotten her foot in the door. A few strenuous months of training had done Anzhela a world of good. Just that morning when she arrived at MI-6 Headquarters her Double-O status papers were sitting in her locker and she was now on her way to the head cheif's office to receive the final signature that would make it official.<br><br>Anzhela hadn't originally joined the agency to become a killer. Following the death of her older brother her only option fresh out of University with a major in Linguistics, MI-6 seemed like a promising way for her to battle the demons that haunted her dreams. She intended to become a spy for the Queen in the hopes of protecting her fellow countrymen from suffering the same fate her brother had at the hand of terrorists.<br><br>Presently she rounded the glass walled corner to R's laboratory where she watched the strange man working on some random new gadget implanted in the hood of a purple Mercedes Benz. She liked the color, but shook her head wondering how R had come to pick such a gaudy look for a luxury vehicle. Past Robinson's office Anzhela paused to for the tenth time press down the front of her black leather catsuit and adjust the bun in her thick red hair before turning the knob and stepping into the mysterious M's lair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 08:27:08</strong>
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				M's eyes flick to the sound of the door opening. Seeing who it was, she gave a smile as she placed her pen to the side. "Morning Ms. Bogdana," She said in a sweet tone. "Have a seat."&nbsp; Indicating to the seat in front of her as she prepared to tell her some serious news.<br><br>Once she was sat down, she leaned forward in her chair. "007 has been captured," It was no use in sugar coating it. "He was captured during his mission in Brazil." Her eyes watched her as she waited for her reaction. <br><br>"I know that you two were close and that why I am sending you to Brazil." The screen behind her lit up and showed a picture of a young women. "We know that one person that may know his whereabouts. This is Alexandra Andrews. She is the sister of Nicolas Andrews. Nicolas was born in England and moved to Brazil to start the biggest trade in illegal weapons. We sent 007 down there to stop him from selling those weapons to the enemies, we haven't heard from him since. <br><br>Sliding a file to her. "Inside the file contains information on Ms. Andrews and where she can be found. Your plane leaves tomorrow morning." M stayed silent as she waited for any questions she might have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 23:29:58</strong>
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				Every bit of breath escaped Anzhela's young, limber body while she took in every word the old woman was saying. The sensual look that had moments before been plastered to her face was replaced by one of bewilderment. She remembered just a week prior the fleeting glances she'd exchanged with Bond in R's laboratory when when he kidded about bringing back a bag of Brazillian roast the two of them could share. The man to whom she'd become so attached, opened herself up to, that man was presently no doubt in great danger. For what? A pile of guns? After all she knew he'd faced in his years with MI-6, trips to the moon, run ins with voodoo witch doctors, battles with seemingly immortal foes, in now this Andrews fool who hardly had so much as a single page in a file in the British government's archives, this nobody wannabe criminal was probably preparing to kill or ransom Bond this very moment? Anzhela hadn't expected to be hit with such a task as retrieving the highly elusive 007 when she'd stepped from her BMW 3 series that morning in the lot beneath MI-6.<br><br>M abruptly stopped speaking and Anzhela gripped the file in her now cold sweaty palm, wondering if she was expected to speak now, and choked out "Ma'am...I'm not so sure this is right for me. You want me to go alone? I---" she stammered, trying to make sense of what she'd just heard, attempting to find the right words to express her hesitancies, "I---I'm too emotionally involved" she finally admitted. Surely now that M knew Anzhela had a crush on the man, she would decide to pull her off the case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:53:07</strong>
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				"I understand that," M told her, knowing that she was indeed had a crush on the Bond, as so did many other women. "But your the only one I can trust to go on this mission. Besides I know that you noted that this is a simply mission, actually 007 was checking to see if this Andrew's had an sort of nuclear weapons, ones that can be use to destroy Wasington or London." M paused for a moment before contuining. <br><br>"Besides the fact that you already 007 well stop any mistrust he has about working with you." She knew that Bond liked to have someone to trust at his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 09:38:43</strong>
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				Seeing it was pointless to resist accepting the assignment, Anzhela conceded silently, exhaling.<br><br>"What sort of help can I expect? Do I have a cover identity, how about firepower?"<br><br>This was it. Every task Anzhela had been handed from MI-5 and 6 up to date had been childsplay compared to this rescue mission. She knew what kind of opposition she was up against, the dangers involved if her identity were discovered. Still, knowing all of this didn't ease her nerves. Despite all the book learning and field practice with petty villains, she pondered whether she was prepared to face this mission alone, and hoped M had in mind to put together a team, but felt that wasn't the case. But---if M had faith in Anzhela's abilities, she was right, wasn't she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 08:18:32</strong>
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				M gave a soft smile as she accepted the mission. Knowing that it was right to chose her, besides this would give her a chance to show everyone that she was truly a double O.<br><br>"You'll have special forces but they are only to be called on when you absolutely need them. Of course you will also have 007." M told her as she knew that if she found James in good condition, she had faith, that both of them would get out in one peace. <br><br>Pushing another folder forward, she kept her eyes on her. "This is your cover," She told her. "Your name is Ameila Weathers. You are a reporter from the newspaper and you are there to see the local wildlife for your article."<br><br>"As for your fire power, I'm sure Q has a few gadgets for you." M finshed, silently asking her if she had anymore questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 07:50:45</strong>
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				Anzhela drew in a long, labored breath leaning back in her seat. She eyed the paper's before her from a distance before holding them at her side, standing and walking toward the door. Her mood had just gotten worse, which ten seconds prior didn't seem possible. She was a British citizen of of Russian-Greco decent, using a Latin German name, working for a newspaper agency in Brazil and was expected to use this cover to stealthily investigate the goings on behind an illegal weapons trade operation, the participants in which would already be on high alert following the discovery of 007's interest in their activities. What's more, she had the help of Great Britain's infamously incompetent SAS. A group of scoundrel's she'd come into contact with prior to now on many an ocassion with less than disirable outcomes. She exited M's office, offering not so much as a "<em>good day, ma'am</em>," walking toward the laboratory where Q and R would surely be preparing whatever death trap of a contraction Anzhela would be expected to take along with her on the journey across the Atlantic to South America. What would they have in store for her this time? Could it be a large red and white bull's eye she'd carry upon her back? She was just <em>dying</em> to find out, as she stepped through the bullet proof glass double doors and was greeted by the two senial inventors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guardian Angel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 08:40:24</strong>
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				Q and R was looking over a few gadgets, well at least Q was as R was busy flitting around the room. Q's eyes flicked up to hers and he gave her a smile. "Well Ms. Bogdana, It's a pleasure to see you again." Q told her as he was as fond of her as he was 007.<br><br>"We have some gadgets for you to use on your misson." He said as he lead her over to a table, which was covered with many gadgets. Holding up a wristwatch, he told her about it capablities, being able to detanote explosives, it also held a taser which was to be used sparingly.<br><br>Explaing the many other gadgets that she was to use on her mission. He then started to talk to her about her car and what they had done with it. "I hope you both come back alive." He told her in a fatherly sort of voice.
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