SS:Piazza di Spagna - Part 12 Upd Aug 2nd - Page 5

Awesome !!!!
Waiting to see how the story unfolds !!!!!

@ Jyothi...

Girl! I also have a full time job besides IF...I don't have that many near and dear folks here to tie me down to IF all day.

Yeah, the picture that you posted of KMoss is perfect for G and also how I had pictured her to start with.

But Thor can be my one and only...🤗 (Well I haven't characterized him the same as Dr Reid Spencer...but you can see some shade of that here too...soon. Yeah! I know I pulled a fast in Starlight. But, don't worry about my fascination for Reid, Maan is till the lead 😆







I won't do justice if i don't post a pic from the early seasons of Criminal Minds with his shaggy hair and despicable tweed jackets. (Love his wayfarer glasses😆)

Originally posted by: had2bu

Really? I am surprised by that. I have not come across very many. You have been on IF more than me so you would know. I do like this type of a story so I am looking forward to it.

That would be me who said it 😆 There is quite a few, well there was.
Edit: Just realised you updated :)

I would absolutely go mad if I ever lost my memories, there is always the feeling of loss a hollowness inside of you that can't be filled. Can drive any sane man to the brink of insanity! And Maan, always watching her knowing that she's only a few steps away from his reach but can't reach out and hold her in his arms.

Waiting to see how this one unfolds :)

With a single look towards the far end of the room, where the one-way mirror ended and the room turned inward by the outer wall, she could take in the amassing disorder he'd brought upon in the observation room. True, they hadn't been in agreement that she'd wanted to reveal his presence in Geet's past, but, now, though she could never stand his show of authority and unhappiness, she thought, she was nearly beginning to admire him. It was a talent at best to be able to bring down rows of file cabinets along with the crates of paper stacked atop it, with an artfully vehement sweep of the hands. Despite having taken off the ear piece in time, she'd heard it all: the crunch of metal, the quick squish of the papers and the dying grate of sheet metal slithering against each other to fall into their final conspiring positions; conspiring in the way, the paper was over the file cabinet and as well as under them and everywhere, showing her no start or end to tackle them, like a giant entwined mess of metal and paper. And one glance of it was enough to bring about a flow of exhaustion over her limbs, tying her down to the chair, making her slouch and sink into the cushions in response, while her feet stretched far under Thor's desk. Her head tipped back and she sighed aloud for Thor to hear.

"I think, now is the time for me to tell you..." Thor said with a serious look on his face "I told you so..."

"Don't start..." She interrupted, "I was already done arguing that Geet had to have a say in it..."

"Ha! That's so feminist G...We both know he was keeping the status quo for her own good"

She pulled herself forward lazily, still slouching, nearly showing a sickly pallor on her skin, "It's not fair Thor...not fair for Geet"

Thor nodded mindlessly, tapping a pen at his mouth.

"And not fair to me..." She stood up with a stomp of her feet, a hard resistance resounding with the slap of her heel against the floor.

"Ask me to disarm a man in less than three seconds, I will do it. Even better, ask me to seduce a man to get him to his underpants under a straight ten. But please'" She was mockingly pleading, "Don't put me in the interview room that needs me to brush up on Psych 101 skills. There is a reason I'm a field agent for god sakes..." The sudden vigor and the surge of passionate protest had Thor put his feet down from the desk and lurch forward.

"Exactly the reasons I asked you to shut him out of the crypt..." She ended and Thor jumped to defend himself.

"Don't PMS on me now, G. My job isn't precisely unbutton, disrobe and disarm in that order...It's all about connecting the dots" He flicked the pen on the table and it rolled over to stop by the other end of the table.

"Oh! I connect the dots all right. Only I do it after I have a go at the trigger" She walked to the pile and began picking the papers, "The difference is I'm counting up all the bullet holes...Hey! What do you know?" She now sounded unctuously haughty, "At least I eat bad boys for breakfast"

"I think you are missing the point here, G..." Thor got off his chair and stretched, throwing his hands up in the air, he twisted them to crunch the lethargy soaking up his arms, "I can eat all of you and this building and even this whole city for breakfast" He fanned out his fingers and shook them in a wave like fashion showing off his adeptness with mind-zapping tech stuff.

"No kidding..." Giovanna scoffed, straightening, "Says the man who couldn't do shit about the security of a L1 agent..."

"Aren't you two a little too old to be playing 'my job is better than you job...?'" Alistair walked in, peeking through the one-way mirror at Geet who had her forehead resting on her hands folded over the table.

Smiling Giovanna and Thor looked at each other and sang in a chorus, agreeing to disagree on that note "Nah!"

She threw the few sheaves of papers she had in her hands and her face crinkled sly in response to the thought in her head. "I think it's about time I paid visit to the *Noob's at the fifth floor..." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders, looking at Thor and then back at the puddle of a mess. Alistair laughed his usual throaty laugh.

Thor had the lord-help-the-noobs look on his face, a half roll of his eyes as he gazed up with a smile. Giovanna primly lifted her feet to step beyond the papers when the pop and the bang that rounded the hallway made it to her ears were too loud, too pressing in its urgency, in its hinting at danger nearby.

***

At once, in a uniform response to the sound of shots being fired, everyone in the room cowered low to the ground. But Alistair and Giovanna recovered in split seconds, a fine transition to a stiffening alertness and drew their guns from their slings and marched out warily. Thor was racing through the video cameras just as swiftly and once he was done with the perimeter check, he came into the stairways.

The first floor was clear and all this he did in an artful swiftness that made his fingers look like they were buzzing bees on the keyboard. While he scanned the area from each camera angle and made his way through the second floor, he spotted two men, plastered to the wall. Suspicious it was, but it wasn't long before the two parted with a pulling hostility while their hands clutching at each other's collars.

"Caught ya" He mumbled as he zoomed in and switched to a better angle of the feed that would let him get a face recognition of the two men who were now fallen to the floor in the landing and were in danger of rolling down the stairs.

The light was dim there and he instantly brought the building light control into full power mode and zoomed in further.

"Shit..." He saw Maan first, underneath the man who tried to raise himself with one hand and land a forceful punch into Maan's shoulder when Maan still held onto the man's shirt collar. The man clearly was a perpetrator - this Thor could make out with ease from his dressing that didn't quite fit with how their agents dressed - and a smart one at that, he decided, from having made it to the second floor without having the alarms go off until Maan must have intercepted him by some stroke of luck. However, his quick uncluttered mind still couldn't grasp what had made Maan suspect the man and go behind him to start with.

In the adjacent frame, he spotted Giovanna and Alistair race down with their guns facing forward. The man glanced up and seeing that more agents were starting to corner him, he got to his feet and attempted to run towards the exit. Maan was rolling on the ground unable to push himself off the floor, his face scrunched into a tightness of pain and discomfort. The unknown John doe had only taken one stair down and almost the same instant he heard the shots go off from both Giovanna and Alistair's handguns. He knew the situation was already in control again as he saw the man collapse and the weight of his body slide haphazardly down a few stairs. Giovanna ran to help Maan sit up, when Alistair was right by the gunned down John doe. Only after Alistair bent down to push something black away from the vicinity of the fallen man, he could see that the man had sped to grab his gun back. In the light of that fact, he was assured that Giovanna and Alistair were off the hook for firing at the man inside premises, when he could have very well been forced into surrender.

He continued to zoom in from another angle to check on Maan and make certain he wasn't hurt. From the visuals, he could get a fair read that Maan wasn't injured and yet he noticed that Maan winced continuously, his right arm trying to reach his left shoulder as if he was attempting to revive the slack and limpness with which his other arm was resting to his side.

Now, this was all very good to end with. But now his head was buzzing with protocol. The last time a security breach of this magnitude had happened, it had been eons ago, unheard of in the time he'd been with the agency. None of the security alarms had gone off upon the entry of the intruder and this level of smooth penetration, even if only until the second floor, was impossible by all standards without gaining access to the building codes and having cleared the initial retinal verifications. All this veritable conjectures had him arrive at the only plausible explanation that the infiltration had been aided from the inside - a mole - or the intruder was one smart ass, more smarter than the ones with an average IQ of 160.

That was very bad news indeed. More so for Maan, he assessed almost immediately. A Code 10 lock down was going to start any second then and that only meant no strip of air was going to crossover from this side of the building to the outside or the other way round until the investigation would be over.

He finally breathed out, exhaling a unknown constriction in his chest - one he'd not known had been there all that time - and got up from his chair to walk over to the one-way mirror. Geet, he thought to himself, was going to stay there for a very long time whether Maan liked it or not.

*Noob - New recruits

U rock in writing suspense as well.Awesome😊

Dramatic, suspenseful, action-filled...I loved it! :-)