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Post by Daz on Mar 26, 2008 18:59:04 GMT
"Well it certainly isn't my fault." I glare
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 27, 2008 6:03:01 GMT
"I didn't say it was." I pointed out, "I just said I hadn't wanted to go the way it did." I added. "It's not something that could have been prevented. In Mexico, I was found out to be a CIA agent about 6 months into the mission... they didn't know why I was there.... just that I was... But that was a more..... vested mission... one that needed to be done without haste. This mission is all about haste. So.... different circumstances... but now I'm rambling...."
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Post by Daz on Mar 27, 2008 11:31:36 GMT
"Yea." I agree. About the rambling, not everything else, because to be honest, I was barely paying attention.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 27, 2008 14:17:13 GMT
I sighed, trying to think of what to do to help rectify the situation. I picked up my cell phone and dialed our french contacts. I explained the situation to one of them, once somebody answered the phone and said we needed help in aiding our cover and putting rumors to rest. Maybe say we're some sort of terrorist and that the CIA people that are there are two men, none of them blind. I asked them to convince people that the CIA would never let a blind man be a field agent. Once I was off the phone I placed it on the side table.
"I've got our french contacts running damage control." I said, "They'll call and let us know when they're done."
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Post by Daz on Mar 27, 2008 15:25:41 GMT
"Alright." I nod, glancing back up at him, deciding not to rant any further about how much I despise this mission. It seemed much easier on paper, and slightly less tedious.
Right now I feel like we're not getting anywhere fast.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 30, 2008 8:08:38 GMT
"This was supposed to be easy...." I sighed to myself.
This job was supposed to prove I could handle anything and they were going to start me out with the easy missions. But now it was proving to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. But I couldn't retire... I don't want to become the useless blind guy who used to be somebody important but nobody remembers. I know I won't be in any history books, but I don't want my life to become meaningless. I can face down 1,000 angry drug lords and thier lackies and win out, but I cannot face becoming useless. That is my worst fear, and I'm afraid it's coming true even as I lay here.
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Post by Daz on Mar 30, 2008 11:49:48 GMT
"It'll be okay.. though. I mean, everything works out eventually." I shrug
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 30, 2008 14:31:04 GMT
"No.... It was supposed to be easy.... and now it's getting complicated." I said, "They're gonna force me into retirement and then I'll be nothing more than a useless crazy old blind man with stories of what he once was that nobody believes."
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Post by Daz on Mar 30, 2008 14:53:58 GMT
"And I'll be a loner living on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. The future is bleak.. just get over it."
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 30, 2008 15:02:53 GMT
"I hate feeling useless." I said mostly to myself.
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