Aden Morsisha's Story

Adele heaved a great sigh as she read over the first assignment for the Trackers. This was a newly formed group to eliminate the agents who had fallen from the corporation and were now causing havoc. She had no idea who would be a part of this elite handful of agents hunting agents, but she had an inkling about Aden. Though the two had been partners for a long while, after the incident at the wedding, Adele requested to work alone and got her will. With that being said, Adele had avoided working directly with Aden since then. Until now, things had been working out pretty well. But of course, karma caught up to her.

Oh this was going to be one glorious adventure. She rolled her eyes at the thought, thinking about how stubborn they would be together and how she dreaded even the thought of working with him. However, there really wasn't much she could do now. Adele would just have to put her big girl pants on and deal with it. After all, she was the one who left him at the alter.

Shaking her head with a little devious smile she stood up from her chair and decided to start her day. And by her day, she really meant Aden's. Adele was dressed in a pair of dark green high waisted pants, a pair of conventional high heeled boots, and a bottom up shirt. While fixing the hem of her shirt into her pants she spotted the jacket that she would be wearing for the day, it was a little leather thing with just the perfect pockets for her hand guns. On the inside of her boots were her knives, and simple valve of poison was sealed tightly and attached to her bra strap. Adele was an early riser; she had already worked out, eaten breakfast, showered, and had breakfast while the sun was rising.

Now she would make her way to Aden's house. She knew exactly where he lived, and had for a long time. She knew all the escape routes, the fire hazards, and the potentially sexual locations of his home. At one point, she even thought his home would become hers, but that didn't work out did it?

Thinking about the mission while taking a steady pace to Aden's place Adele made a mental check list of all of the gadgets on her and what she could use them for. She then went over what needed to be done for the mission. By the time she reached Aden's place she was finished.

For a moment she just stood and stared at the building. Then she decided she would try something fun.

In just a moments glance, Adele was standing at the edge of the balcony outside of Aden's room. Her feet swung over the edges as she waited for him to notice her.

A bit disheveled and entirely too wound up to put up a decent fight, just the sight of Aden made Adele chuckle a bit. His words made her laugh even more, though she was sure what he was saying wasn't meant to be a joke. Along with that, regardless of his defensive stance with the knife Adele just couldn't take him seriously. She had almost forgotten how remarkable untalented he was at fighting. Taking a triumphant step down from the edge of the balcony Adele's hungry brown eyes spied over him. She had remembered him in perfect detail. From the furrowed brow, to the crook of his boyish lips. Her mind bussed with golden colored memories of when they were very much in love.

Ignoring the seeping feeling that was coming over her, Adele slowly walked over to him. As she took each step she wagged her bum, like she commonly did, and crossed her arms across her chest. Another laugh escaped her as she finally addressed the man. "Don't hurt yourself." She said, noticing the white pressure of his knuckles. Adele was known for her teasing and nudging. Yes, she was talented and gifted, but sometimes she was just a pain to work with. An experience that Aden was very familiar with.

Thinking about the mission Adele did a slight circle around Aden. He looked a bit different from how she remembered. It was hard to place exactly what it was that the different, but she guessed that he had toned up a bit more. Just looking at his bare chest solidified her prediction. Adele smiled a bit, still looking over him like he was some kind of animal she wanted as a house pet. Not giving her mind that chance to wander, she ran her hand across his chest from shoulder to shoulder as she walked past him and into his home.

"It seems that Black thinks I'm rather useless. Today I'm just a travel agent and a personal assistant." She spoke in a professional tone, like she had real business to discuss, but really she was just complaining. Behind it all there were small specks of spite. Adele didn't like to waste herself on a mission. And so far, she just felt like she was an attachment to Aden. Rolling her eyes and walking into his room like she was still his fiancee, Adele took off her leather jacket and put it over a chair. She figured they would be here for a while. After all, she already knew the perfect man to call for a plane to Paris and that would take all of five minutes.

Adele sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned against her hands behind her. Tilting her head against her left shoulder she spoke again, "Now come on, darling, let's get to work."

Adele crossed her legs as Aden finally composed himself and spoke. A soft smile fluttered on her face as he spoke. It was fairly common for Adele not to respond to his little flirts and flounces. Though she appeared to be disinterested in his swanky words and subtle dirtiness, she appreciated that he was still cab able of flirting with her. Adele had figured that things would take a lot longer, and be a lot more awkward when she showed up here. But thankfully, things were almost normal. Which was both very concerning and exciting to the skinny woman. Ready to just work and get the boring stuff over with she she shrugged her shoulders at Aden's comment about work and play. Sure, her was both work and play, but she wasn't sure about his.

Honestly, Adele was never interested in the technological fancies of Black. Mostly because she didn't understand it, and partly because she believed in a more old school method. Adele was all about being right in the action. From the ability to be believable undercover to the skill it took to kill a man.

"I'll need you beside me if you're going to help me, grab one of my spare laptops in one of the other rooms." Adele nodded at this and lifted herself from the bed with ease. She knew exactly which laptop he was talking about and where it was. However, before she even got the chance to step toward the door, Aden decided to grab it. "On second thought, you might've forgot where all the rooms are." Slightly suspicious, but not curious enough to care, Adele just shrugged her shoulders at him. His comment had stung just a bit, but not enough to keep Adele's mouth shut. Coming back she said "I was your fiancé, Aden, not your call girl." Her words were double sided talking both about their relationship and his infamous reputation amongst women.

Once Aden was back in the room and sitting in his chair, she took the seat next to him and listened carefully. It wasn't that she was incapable of following his instructions, she just didn't understand exactly what she was doing. That was fine though, she knew that Aden knew what he was doing that if she just did what he said things would get done. While he gave instructions she nodded her head and made a list in her head of what to do. When Aden had finished Adele cooed at him saying "Oh, I love it when you take nerdy to me." Her head tipped back a bit when she said this and her voice was layered in unnecessary sensual tones. A smirk played across her lips as she went to start processing the chips.

Adele laughed at Aden's rebuttal. There was the man that she had once intended to marry, ready like a whip for any joke. His playful words settled her, and suddenly she was just about content that she had to work with Aden again. She leaned forward in the chair and focused all of her energy into what she was doing. Just like he had said she opened the program that would let her read how long each code was, and one by one dropped each file into.

When the first one loaded Adele sighed. Her eyes scanned over the gibberish that was in front of her. How on earth did Aden do this all day long? First of all, she was bored already just sitting here looking and random strings of numbers and letters. Second, she didn't understand one lick of the information in front of her. Adele appreciated his specialty when they were together, but now she appreciated it even more. There was no possible way that she was would be able to do this job and still remain sane. She didn't have the patience, and Aden knew that.

Silent time passed until she was finished. The silence wasn't awaked or tiring though, it was comfortable. Like they didn't really need to say anything or do anything. When she was finished Aden spoke again talking about the flight that she was supposed to book. "Right." She said confidently as she bounced up from the chair. As she stood she watched as the little lights on his computer came to life and gave the locations of the Agents. She nodded her head in approval as she reached for her phone and dialed the number for Dean Wilmington. Dean was an old friend of Adele's father, and had a private airline. This was really the only way that Adele got around, in the lap of luxury. For a split second she thought about the importance of being undercover, but shrugged it off. It wasn't like one of the few agents was going to be sitting at the airport taking a list of all of the private flyers.

Adele moved into the hall way and moseyed into the other room as the phone rang. When Dean answered she simply said that she needed a plane and he agreed with no questions. That was one nice thing about being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in Black, she didn't need to explain herself to anyone. While on the phone her eyes absently scanned the room until she found something interesting. There in the hamper was a photo of her. She said her thank yous and goodbyes and hung up the phone still staring. Adele frowned, thinking back to the day they were supposed to be married. Everything was planned, she was even wearing a white gown. She wasn't really sure why she did it, but she hit the road right when the music started.

Coming back into the room Aden almost immediately handed her his phone. Oh yes, she now needed to call the other woman on this mission. Rolling her eyes she held the ear to her phone. Adele was annoyed at his comment, and all she could muster up was "Assistant... My ass!"

"Ollo?" The girl sounded as if she had something stuffed in her mouth when she answered the phone. Adele was a bit confused about this at first, but she rolled her eyes and continued with business. She didn't have time to chew out this girl who was supposed to be their leader who was probably just lounging about and eating. Just the thought of it made Adele cringe, leaders were supposed to be assertive, proactive, and professional. And so far, this Adriana girl was not making a good impression on Adele. Then again, it wasn't easy to impression Adele.

Pulling a stray hair back to it's place she spoke quickly and efficiently. "The codes have been hacked. We have their locations and they are being sent to you now. Aden and I are hopping the next plane. We should be there in about an hour." As she spoke on the phone she kept her gaze on Aden. First, to make sure she was giving a full in detail report and wasn't missing anything. Second, well, it was sort of out of habit. When thinking she stares, and when they were still together, she would often stare at him or in his general direction. It wasn't anything that she ever did consciously, it was just a strange habit that she never got around to noticing or breaking.

Adele waited for a moment. There was no response on the other line. "Hello?" She said, slightly annoyed. Adele waited again for a couple of seconds. "Hellloo!" She said a bit louder, completely annoyed at this point. It didn't take much time or effort to get this girl fired up. Adele huffed a sigh and then just hung up the phone. Mumbling under her breath a string of bad names and irritations that circled around unprofessionalism she handed Aden his pone back.

She then moved toward her jacket, snatched it up, and came back to Aden while saying "We should get going. I've got us one of Dean's planes." Aden was one of the few who knew of Adele's direct relationship with Black. He wasn't one of the many who either made assumptions or educated guesses as to her skill. With that being said, Aden knew Dean and had ridden in his planes many times before.

Ready to leave and actually do something with herself, Adele slowly moved toward the door. She wasn't sure if Aden needed a suitcase of clothes or what, but she was ready to go. Adele, a couple years back had decided to keep a small collection of clothing and other essentials in each big city either with friends or hidden in an airport. That way, she really never had to pack for a short trip such as this one.

Adele just kept walking, they needed to get the airport as soon as possible. She preferred to be on foot, but they would need to get a taxi or something to actually get into the airport. She sighed just thinking about this. She didn't want someone else to drive, plus she wanted to be able to just drive right out on the strip. Going toward her house she turned a sharp corner before Aden came up behind her and reminded her of their wedding day.

Adele didn't know what to say, she sputtered a couple of incoherent noises, but came up with nothing valuable to say. What was she supposed to do? Say she was sorry? She wasn't even sure if it was a good decision. In fact one day she would feel like it was the best decision for her life and the next day it would be her biggest regret. It wasn't like Aden was the only one who was hurting... Her hurt was a little more confusing. So instead of using real words she just glared at him, then stood longer strides.

They were at her garage in no time and without saying anything to him she jumped into the car. Once they were both buckled and ready to cruise she sped out of the garage and toward the airport. Within a couple of minutes they were on the air strip. And there sitting with the stairs folded open to the concrete was their little jet. And boy was it little. Adele stepped out of the car and gave her keys to a trusted employee of her father. He would know exactly what to do.

Next she made her way up the stairs and sat down at the first chair. The inside was lush, with leather seats and wooden tables with a bar in the back. Just a couple of tables with two or three seats were in this jet. It was meant for a slightly bigger party than just the two of them, but Adele didn't mind the extra space.

After the plane was situated and took off Adele finally spoke again. "We never joined the mile-high club." She said, while motioning to the restroom at the back of the plane. Her words were laced with a bitter tone, but she was trying to make a joke. She could tell already that this mission was going to be a long one.

Drew snatched up his phone before the indicator tone had cut off. The TV in his 'luxury suite' had all of 2 channels, and he was getting tired of francophone dramas. It was go time.

Meet us at Gruven Airlines. Gate 47 at 9:45pm

Go back to the airport time, it seemed. Still, he was eager to meet his new team mates and just those few hours in his little shoebox of a room had him stir crazy. He bounded up off the bed and checked himself in the mirror. First impressions were lasting, so he wanted to make a good one. Taking a comb out of his bag, he smoothed his hair neatly. He made a face at the result, threading his fingers through it and mussing it again. He didn't want to look like he was trying too hard. Satisfied, he tucked his comb back in his bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses as an afterthought. He knew the cliche, but he didn't care. He thought they suited him. After gathering up his bags again and heading out to the street, it occurred to him that the sun had set. With a resigned sigh he took off the glasses and tucked them into the front of his shirt.

He flagged down a cab and got a ride to the airport, arriving just in time. He made his way into the main terminal, then frowned, finding nothing indicating Gate 47 or anything marked Gruven Airlines. After a brief investigation it dawned on him that he needed to be in the private terminal. With a groan, he hightailed it to the other terminal, realizing he was going to be late. Of course they were arriving by private jet, he thought with a stab of envy. He soothed the thought quickly, wondering if being part of the team might mean the end of his commercial flight frustrations. As he spotted Gate 45, he slowed his sprint to a walking pace, strolling past the last two gates to reach 47. Damn, they were already waiting! He sighed inwardly, trying to maintain a professional demeanor as he approached the two waiting agents. He was still slightly breathless from his earlier sprint, but there was no point worrying over it. As he saw the two together, he couldn't help but take note of the couple. Adele was every bit the devastating femme fatale as her file showed, and Aden exuded the sort of easy confidence he could only wish for. He could see how they were a killer pairing.

As he took his last steps toward them, he extended his hand, greeting them with a professional smile before going to shake each of their hands in turn as he introduced himself. "Drew McKenzie, good to finally meet you. Do we have a base of operations yet, or is Ms. Mountgomery meeting us here?"

"Oops, must've mistaken you for someone else." At this a bit of the hatred that she forgot she had for Aden bubbled up. Perhaps a little too hard, she kicked the back of Aden's chair. She was trying to be playful, but really wasn't doing well. Yes, Aden had tried to get her to join the mile-high club but she refused, many times. Adele was always much more classy than that. Plus she thought the whole thing was a bit fetish-y and weird. She was never a fan of the thrill of public or semi-public sex.

Adele couldn't help but smile a little at Aden's joke. And of course, he had to do some strangely cute wink toward her just before he decided to go the the other side of the plane and ignore her all together. That was probably a smart move. Adele was much too wrapped up in old emotions right now. This would be a perfect time to collect herself and get on with life. She thought that she would be able to handle this mission with Aden, but it was turning out to be a bit of a challenge. While the plane flew she kept her eyes closed and mused about the mission at hand.

Agents hunting agents. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this. Adele was sure that the other agents who were on her team had mixed feelings about it, but she was fairly sure that she was alright with it. It wasn't like this was the only time in history where a group of people had to hunt themselves for the better good. Beside, it would be an awfully good challenge for someone like Adele. While sitting there her mind trailed. She thought about the many possibilities and ways that these Agents could die. Morbid images ran through her head until the plane finally landed. Adele didn't get up until Aden was already past her, then finally she opened her eyes and walked behind her.

Coming out of the plane there was no one there to greet them. Great. Just another kink in their plans. Half annoyed she wished that the people on her team would get on top of the game. When Aden said that they would have to wait all Adele did was sigh and rest her hand on her hip.

Just a couple minutes late who she assumed was the American came steadily toward them. She could see that he was trying to be professional and appreciated that. She also noticed that he was just as attractive as the photos in his profile, and couldn't help but find his American accent a bit cute.

"Well aren't you the most attractive American boy I've ever met." Adele said playfully as she took it upon herself to shake his hand. "I'm Adele Hall." She smiled at him as she took her hand back and shook her head at his question. "Well, I'm sure if Ms. Mountgomery knew what she was doing we would have a base of operations. But I have an idea of where we can hunker down for a while."

Adriana remembered why she was in the park, she turned and waited for the scream which came in like a thunderstorm just appearing in the sky. The doctor wasn't actually that hard to track down and breaking into the computer files on his desk which were 'Hacker proof' were much easier than saying *Hello How are you today?* but hey at least he tried to hide his information, just not very well.

The files were hooked into her boot on a small drive to make it so no one could see, and also so she could have it on her without worrying about it. When the doctor was 'put to rest' she made look as though he had a stroke or if worse came to worse a heart attack. One that even doctors would believe, don't ask her how as this was one of her amazing secrets that she had. From the screams coming from the side of the park it was obvious that he was found and that her job was done.

With one last look Adriana left, surely she was 20 minutes late to the pick up but the rest of the team would understand right? No one is absolutely perfect and hey they were in the city of Paris where anything can happen.
Waving down a taxi Adriana headed off to the airport and changed into a more sophisticated outfit, aka a purple low v-neck with a black tank underneath and a black pencil skirt with a pair of Mary Janes in which she switched the files to her new shoes. And no the taxi driver was too busy being a tour guide to watch her get dressed.

As they arrived to the Airport she noticed that of course she was last and knew she would have some catching up to do. Quickly she texted her 'guy' to pick them up so they could get to the 'hide-a-way' to talk as soon as possible. Adriana was one of those people who loved hideouts and loved making sure they didn't look like hideouts she had one in basically every area of every country. They were just so much fun! Maybe she was an interior designer in one of her past lives? It wouldn't be surprising.

Adriana stepped out of the car and headed over to the small group that was enjoying each others company. "Hello, and welcome to Paris. I'm Adriana Mountgomery. I do apologize for my tardiness as I was *Ahem* checking on a prior commitment. Please follow me and we shall have the chance to talk in private." She turned and already a black SUV limo had showed up behind her. She simply motioned for the three to head in.

"Well aren't you the most attractive American boy I've ever met."

When the conversation with Adele replayed in his mind later, he would respond with such sparkling conversation pieces as Well, we only import the very best, or That's quite a compliment from such an international beauty, but here and now in reality, Drew only managed to respond with a slight flush of surprise and a slack-jawed, "Oh! Uh..."

"I have an idea of where we can hunker down for a while."

As the rest of what she had to say filtered through, he nodded in agreement. He realized she might just be 'managing' him like one of her 'assets', but if that meant a beautiful woman flirting with him, he was okay with that. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way," he agreed, turning to head out with the group. As he did, he saw the last of their party approaching. As the lovely Adriana approached and introduced herself, Drew held out his hand, again doing his best to keep a professional smile. "Pleased to meet you. Drew McKenzie," he repeated, shaking her hand as he had the others.

At the gesture and Adriana's "Please follow me", he noticed the black SUV pull up, then looked to the others once before heading in the direction of the car. Adele had indicated Adriana was in charge, though there seemed to be some friction there. If the group decided on something, he'd go along with it, but he really hoped it wouldn't be a situation where he had to pick sides.