Her body was dragged out of the limo, and taken to a truck. On there was a small bed. She was placed on it, and strapped to it. The car soon drove off toward their base.

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((skipping to aweek ahead...just so that we can get this rp going..))

James Eberman looked as the rest of the CIA agents came in, and the door closed.He stood up,and looked around the room, as they sat down. "A week ago, I sent a few of my agents to France, and two of them came back today. Both were injuried, but there was a warning given to us, along with this video."

A video played, showing Carly getting in the limosuine, and a few minutes later, being dragged out unconscious. "We have reason she's been compromised as not a member of the Italian Libertà, but as an undercover agent. "Miss Murcek is a valuable asset to the Bllack Division Agency, since she is usually team leader."

He sat down as Moore took over

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Moore stood and spoke. "Thank you, Eberman. I have been given the task of organizing the team for the mission. Our main objective will be to bring Murcek back, but a secondary task will be to identify this terrorist group. I have requested that two of our most promising agents return from Canada to assist in this assignment - Velasquez and Miller, call signs Twilight and Huntress."

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He nodded, and looked through the file, and then looked back at Moore.

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Alexandria shifted in her seat and looked at Katelyn. She listened as Ms. Moore briefed them on the history of the other agent, as well as the basic conditions for the mission. "Anything else to add, James?" asked Moore.

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He nodded."Be careful...whoever got this intel must have come from within the CIA or Black Ops. We'll be searching to see if there's a mole."

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Alexandria nodded, then got up as she was dismissed. She walked through the halls, nose still buried in the file, and sat down in her new office. Why did that picture look familiar...?

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Meanwhile

Somewhere in France.

She grunted as the man asked her again. "Who do you work for?!" She'd remained silent, but her body was paying for it. She had a broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, and alot of bruises and stratches on her body.

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[Waiting for Falathiel...]

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Katelyn went into her office and quickly read the through the files. They would be leaving tommorow. Not much time to gear up but that was common.

(errmmm not sure what to post)

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