Living La Vida Loca

[Lauren]

Lynn Webb sat in the small CIA office, waiting to meet her new partner. She was dressed in a tight, black tank top, and blue skinny jeans tucked into her black mid-calf high boots. Her belt finished off her look, a gun holster on each hip. She fiddled with a small hand gun before slipping it inside one of her boots.

Lynn didnt care if she made a good first impression with this new 'partner', she never needed a partner before and she wouldnt now. What was a blind guy still doing in the CIA anyway? This wasnt a partnership, it was a babysitting assignment. All Lynn cared about was making sure the CIA believed that she was willing to try and make this work. Lynn ran a hand through her long blonde hair, tucking it behind her ear. She practised her fake smile, waiting for the Agents to bring through her new 'partner'.

[captsparrowslady]

For the last few months, Sheldon Jeffery Sands had been going through rehabilitation. The little Mexican boy had helped him get to the US embassy and he was able to get in contact with the CIA. He now was proficient in braille, how to use a cane (though he would never use it in public or around people), and how to use a guide dog (his prefered method of getting around in the dark.) He still had two empty eye sockets, not seeing the point of glass eyes since he still wouldn't be able to see out of them. He now wore a pair of dark wrap-around raybans.

Now that he was finished with rehabilitation, the CIA gave him two choices. One, he could take early retirement and disability and live comfortably on the income from that. Or two, he could remain in the CIA but he would have to be assigned a partner. Obviously, he chose option number two, although he had to prove he could still fire a gun accurately and fight hand to hand combat with the same leval of accuracy as he could before his accedent. He had proved he could fire a gun and fight hand to hand accurately, now he had to face whatever fuckmook rookie they were gonna be pairing him up with from now on. His boss led him into an office and Jeff found a place to sit at the table without much effort.

"Agent Webb, I'd like you to meet your new partner, Officer Sands... Officer Sands, Agent Lynn Webb." The boss introduced.

"Lynn? Well... Agent Webb... I'm sure looking forward to working our first case together. Don't you think?"

[Lauren]

"Of course, Officer Sands," Lynn feigned a smile. "I cant wait to get back out into the field," That part, at least, was true, Lynn loved being out in the field. She loved the tension, the adrenaline, the life or death situations. She loved being right in the middle of the action. "What's the first assignment?" Lynn asked, eagerly, looking at their boss.

[captsparrowslady]

"We need to send the two of you to France... that will be your point of entry into Europe." He said as he slid a file over to Agent Webb and another file, in braille, over to Jeff, "Once in France you will be meeting up with a couple of French Agents. Their names are in the file."

"So once in France what are we gonna be doing?" Jeff asked, wanting to know what the mission was.

"We need you to infiltrate the black market. There is an orginization that is operating with in the black market selling weapons grade plutonium, uranium, and God knows what else. We need you to find out everything about the orginization doing the selling and get those weapons grade explosives off the market. The last thing we need is some terrorist getting their hands on this stuff." He instructed.

While his boss told about the mission, Jeff read the file and was releaved he did not have to go after another drug cartel, "So... when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow, report back here at 1600 hours. Today we want the two of you to get to know one another. If there are no more questions... you are dismissed."

[Daz]

"Alright." I nod to him and then glance back to Sands. I'm not really sure how to deal with this, there won't be much use for him in the feild if he can't look out for danger, let alone the men we're after. No braile could let him see the inclosed pictures or match one to the person in question.
He'll just have to be all ears. At least I have an excuse to carry out more by myself, I can just let him fill in the mountains of paperwork.
When our Boss leaves, I smirk a little... forgetting that he can't really see that.. "So how have you been doing back in the US?"

[captsparrowslady]

"Now that I've gone through extensive rehabilitation, I'm doing peachy keen, Sugarbutt." I said. An awkward silence took the room for a second before I spoke again, "You wanna go have some fun? CIA kind of fun, while we're here?" I asked her, "I know just the place and it's walking distance from here." I tried to tempt her into agreeing, "It'll be fu-un!" I said in a sing-song voice.

[Daz]

"Good to know that your attitude hasn't been affected." I stand up, striding over to him.. "You're not at all what I imagined."

[captsparrowslady]

"I'm never what anybody imagines." I said cockily, "Follow me, Sugarbutt." I smirked, positive she would hate being called that. I led the way to the shooting range.

I picked up a pair of ear protection and slid them on around my neck. "Ready to have some fun?" I asked as I found a stack of paper targets and picked up a small handful. I left my dog with the guy who checked our ID on the other side of the glass. I took out my cane much to my hatred and found my way over to one of the booths. I set up a target and pushed the button to make it go to the back wall.

"Watch this Sugarbutt and be impressed." I smirked before taking out one of my guns, hidden benieth my jacket, in a shoulder holster, "Make sure your ear protection is on Sugarbutt." I said before I put mine on.

I then took aim towards the target and fired off an entire round into the target. I could tell I hit the target because, since being blinded, I could hear the paper rustling with every shot. Once the clip was emptied I took off my ear protection and brought the target back up to the front. I felt the paper counting the holes and where they hit. For the most part they were all towards the center of the target, and I didn't miss once. I took the target down and turned around with it in my hand, passing it over to Agent Webb.

"So how's that for a blind guy?" I smirked, feeling rather cocky.

[Daz]

"You missed. Those holes were there before." I lie, rolling my eyes as he passes it to me.

[captsparrowslady]

"No. Just because I can't see doen't mean I've lost my sense of touch. In fact it is just one of my senses that has been hightened since I lost my sight. I felt the paper... it had been unused prior to my shooting." I smirked at her, catching her in the obvious lie, "And if you're going to lie, do try and make it more believable. If the blind guy can catch you in a lie, our enemies are sure to catch you as well, Sugarbutt." I smirked again, "Would you like to try your hand at it?"