Nicky Parsons and The Rogue Agent

 MI6 agent M2 walked in to the office of his work colleague MI6 agent M1 and had a conversation with him.

M2 to M1: I hear your girlfriends went on a mission.

M1: I have no idea what you are talking about.

M2 And not just any mission, they secured and retrieved a sensitive document.

Rather awkward for you. The boss could have sent you, but he sent the girls.

The telephone rang.

M2: I will catch you later.

Discovering The Iron Curtain MI6 Agent Has Gone Silent

Emily spent quite a bit of her day reading an intelligence report. Something about it seemed a little off. Emily had been made aware that a trusted MI6 agent operating deep undercover behind the Iron Curtain had gone silent. There were fears the agent had been compromised and may possess sensitive information.

Emily walked into the office of Nicky Parsons and said to Nicky: We have not walked in the park for a long time. We should go for a walk in the park.

Nicky: (Looked at Emily with all of her attention). Yes. A walk in the park is a good idea. After work today?

Emily: Yes. I will come and get you.

Nicky: OK.

Emily returned to her office.

About an hour later, at the end of their work day, Emily walked to the office of Nicky Parsons. Nicky was ready and they promptly proceeded to the park where they had previously had their discussion about Nicky dealing with the creep, fatally.

Once they were effectively alone in Privacy Park, Emily told Nicky she was confident that the trusted MI6 agent who was supposed to be operating deep undercover behind the Iron Curtain and had gone silent, had been relocated by the enemy to the United Kingdom. This conclusion was a product of her reading an intelligence report.

Emily: I want to be careful who at MI6 gets told of my information because the subject missing agent may possess sensitive information.

Nicky: OK. I have a plan. First thing tomorrow morning we will see the boss. Leave that organising to me.

Emily: OK. Good.

Emily then proceeded to tell Nicky where she thought the subject agent was located and the possible threat he and his information might pose.

When Emily finished Nicky asked her: Are you OK? Do you want me to spend the night at your place?

Emily: I am OK. First this thing tomorrow morning I will go to your office, then we can go to see the boss

Nicky: OK.

With that Nicky and Emily made their way home.

The next morning Nicky and Emily met in Nicky’s office and then went to see the boss.

The boss invited Nicky and Emily in to his office.

The Boss: How can I help you ladies?

Nicky spoke to the Boss: You know we are women and sometimes we have sensitive issues we need to discuss? Sensitive issues that no one else needs to hear?

The Boss:(A little perplexed): Yes.

Nicky: We need to discuss some sensitive issues with you. Issues that no one else can hear and issues that cannot be interrupted. Do you understand what I am saying to you? No other ears and no interruptions.

If this is not a good location, we have another location where we can have this discussion.

The Boss: You can have your discussions right here, right now.

He then buzzed his secretary and told her “No interruptions until I tell you otherwise.”

The secretary responded clearly, “Yes, Sir.”

Nicky: So now we have your attention? No other ears? And no interruptions?

The Boss: Yes.

Nicky: Emily has some information for you.

The Boss: Emily?

Emily told the boss: She was confident that the trusted MI6 agent who was supposed to be operating deep undercover behind the Iron Curtain and had gone silent had been relocated by the enemy to the United Kingdom. This conclusion was a product of her reading an intelligence report.

The Boss listened attentively and said nothing until Emily was finished speaking.

The Boss: So we need to se if we can locate and recover this rogue agent.

Your assessment of this situation was correct. We need to be careful who has information about this situation. My initial feeling is that you two are going on another mission.

I need to work out the extent to which you might need assistance.

Is there any other information you need to tell me?

Emily: No.

Nicky: No.

The Boss: Do not say anything to anyone else about this. I hope to talk to you again shortly about this mission.

Are you to ladies ready to go at very short notice?

In unison Nicky and Emily said “Yes”.

The Boss: “Thank you for coming to me, ladies.”

The Boss then walked Nicky and Emily out of his office.

They then both walked to the office of Nicky.

Emily: Thank you, Nicky.

Nicky: No trouble at all, Emily.

The telephone in the office of Nicky rang. Nicky answered it. The Boss wanted to seem them both immediately. The both proceeded directly to the office of the boss.

The Boss: Are you ladies ready to go now?

Nicky: Yes

Emily: Yes

The Boss: Do you have any problem taking M1 with you?

Nicky and Emily: No

The Boss buzzed his secretary: Can you send in M1, please..

M1 entered the office of the boss.

No need to sit down, M1. I have a mission for you. Do you have a problem with working with Nicky and Emily?

M1: No.

The Boss: Good. The ladies can explain the mission to you on the way. Good luck to all of you.

The trio left the office of the boss and proceeded to the office of Nicky.

Nicky essentially worked out the mission plan. Emily knew the safe houses in the area she suspected the rogue agent to be located. M1 stayed quiet and listened intently.

Within an hour they were on the road in an MI6 mission vehicle en route to their first choice safe house and their proposed surveillance site.

Unexpected Encounter

The trio – Nicky leading, Emily providing tactical overview, and a still somewhat tentative M1 covering their rear – were moving through a dimly lit back alley in a less salubrious part of London, following a lead from Emily's intelligence report research, regarding a potential contact of the Rogue Agent.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with a speed and intent that screamed "operative." He recognized them – or at least sensed they were a threat to his own mission. A cheap but effective-looking silenced pistol appeared in his hand.

"Stand down, MI6," the Iron Curtain operative hissed, his accent thick and cold. "You are interfering."

Before M1 could even raise his weapon, Nicky reacted with lightning speed. A blur of motion, her own sidearm was in her hand, seemingly appearing from nowhere. There was no hesitation, no warning shot. Two (2) sharp, controlled cracks echoed in the narrow alley, the silencer muffling the sound to a mere cough. The operative staggered, a look of shocked disbelief on his face, before collapsing silently against a grimy brick wall.

Simultaneously, Emily had moved laterally, her own weapon drawn and trained on any potential backup. Her eyes were sharp and focussed, assessing the surroundings with lethal efficiency.

The entire exchange was over in a matter of seconds. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the distant sounds of the city.

M1 stood frozen, his weapon still holstered, his mind struggling to process the sheer speed and finality of what he had just witnessed. There was no struggle, no prolonged fight, just swift and decisive neutralisation. He stared at the fallen operative, a dark stain blooming on his chest, his eyes wide and vacant.

Nicky holstered her weapon, her expression grim, but devoid of emotion. She glanced at M1, a flicker of impatience in her eyes. "M1," she said, her tone flat. "Stay focussed. There could be others."

Her scan of the alley complete, Emily nodded in agreement. "He was not working alone. We need to move."

M1 remained rooted to the spot for a moment longer, the image of the shocked face of the operative and the clinical precision of the actions of Nicky burning into his memory. He swallowed hard, a knot forming in his stomach. This was not the clean, detached world of briefings and strategy. This was visceral, immediate, and brutally efficient.

Suddenly, the hand of Emily clamped firmly onto the arm of M1, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Get moving, M1," she said, her voice sharp and leaving no room for argument. She gave a decisive yank, pulling him forward. "We have not got time to wait around. That was just an appetiser. There will be more."

Nicky was already moving, her senses alert, scanning the alley ahead. Jolted by the action of Emily and her stark words, M1 finally snapped out of his stunned state. The reality of their dangerous situation crashed back down on him. He stumbled forward, trying to catch up with the two women, the image of the fallen operative still vivid in his mind, now overlaid with the unexpected forcefulness of Emily's command. He understood, with a chilling certainty, that he was operating with a different calibre of agent than he had previously encountered.

Safe House

The silence in the safe house was thick with unspoken tension. Nicky moved with her usual quiet efficiency, securing their weapons and ensuring their temporary haven was locked down. M1, still visibly shaken, sat heavily on the edge of a worn armchair, replaying the alley confrontation in his mind.

Her movements precise and deliberate, Emily turned to face M1 directly. Her gaze was unwavering, her expression devoid of sympathy.

"M1," she began, her voice low and cutting through the silence. "Nicky has a kinder heart than me." She gestured subtly towards Nicky, who was methodically cleaning her firearm, her focus entirely on the task at hand. "She is inclined to wait for you, to ensure you are keeping up, perhaps even to try and protect you if things go sideways."

Emily's gaze returned to M1, hardening. "I am not. I am quite happy to leave you to fend for yourself. If the bad guys get you because you are too slow, too hesitant, or too busy being stunned by the realities of our work, then that was a choice you made. I do not need you being a problem, M1. Your inexperience, your shock – it is a liability. Get over it. Fast."

M1 shifted uncomfortably under Emily's intense scrutiny. He flickered his gaze towards Nicky, hoping for some sign of disagreement or reassurance. However, Nicky continued to clean her weapon. Her silence speaking volumes. Her lack of intervention served as a tacit endorsement of Emily's harsh words. It was clear that while Nicky might possess more empathy, she also understood the brutal necessities of their profession and would not coddle someone who could not keep up.

The weight of Emily's words, coupled with Nicky's cold neutrality, hung heavy in the air. M1 finally understood the true stakes of this mission and the calibre of the women with whom he was working. He had to adapt, and fast, or risk being left behind – both literally and figuratively.

High-Rise Fall

The tension in the opulent, top-floor apartment was thick enough to cut with a knife. Broken furniture and scattered documents littered the room, remnants of a fierce struggle. Nicky had her weapon trained on another Iron Curtain operative across the room, while M1, still recovering from the shock of their previous encounter, was attempting to secure an escape route.

Unseen by M1, a second Iron Curtain operative, positioned near a large, open window overlooking the city far below, was lining up a shot. His target: M1. The glint of metal from his weapon caught Emily's sharp eyes just a fraction of a second before he squeezed the trigger.

Without a word, reacting purely on instinct and a fierce protectiveness of her team (even the still-recovering M1), Emily launched herself across the room with surprising speed. She collided with the operative by the window with the force of a small battering ram, her momentum sending him stumbling backward.

There was a choked cry of surprise and a desperate scrabble for purchase on the window frame, but it was too late. The operative, caught off balance and propelled by Emily's powerful shove, tumbled out into the open air.

A sickening, drawn-out sound – a muffled yell abruptly cut short – drifted up from the street below.

M1, who had been focussed on the other operative, whirled around at the commotion, his eyes widening in disbelief as he saw the empty window frame and the horrified realisation dawning on the remaining Iron Curtain agent.

He stared at Emily, who stood panting slightly, her gaze steady and resolute. The sheer speed and brutality of her action left him speechless, a fresh wave of shock washing over him. This was not just about neutralising a threat; it was about eliminating it with extreme prejudice and unwavering decisiveness.

Her weapon still trained on the remaining operative, Nicky did not flinch. Though firm, her voice held a note of urgency.

"We have to get out of here. Now. That will have alerted anyone else in the vicinity."

Momentarily stunned by the sudden demise of his comrade, the remaining Iron Curtain operative now glared at Nicky and Emily with a mixture of fury and fear. He knew he was outmatched.

Ever the lead, Nicky was already moving swiftly towards the exit, her senses sharp, assessing potential threats. The remaining Iron Curtain operative stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief and dawning fear at the brutal efficiency he had just witnessed.

However, M1 was still completely rooted to the spot, his mind struggling to process the image of his adversary plummeting to his death. He had not even registered Nicky's movement.

Without breaking stride, Emily turned back. Her hand shot out, gripping M1's arm with surprising force, yanking him forward. Simultaneously, her other hand smoothly drew her firearm, levelled it at the stunned Iron Curtain operative, and with two (2) quick, precise shots, silenced him permanently.

"Get moving, M1," Emily stated, her voice cold and devoid of emotion, her gaze never leaving the fallen operative for more than a split second. She continued to pull M1 along, urging him towards the exit.

They followed Nicky out of the high-rise building, leaving behind the silent testament to their lethal efficiency. Physically propelled by Emily and mentally reeling from the second brutal act he had witnessed in rapid succession, M1 could only stumble along in their wake, the reality of their mission and the capabilities of his partners sinking in with terrifying clarity.

Safe House Aftermath

The tension from the high-rise had morphed into a weary exhaustion in the safe house. Nicky was methodically cleaning their weapons, while M1 was still processing the events, his movements slow and dazed.

However, Emily was focussed on a more immediate concern. She turned to M1, her expression a mixture of annoyance and pointed practicality. She gestured to a smudge of something dark on her jacket sleeve.

Emily to M1: Look at this outfit, M1. You are paying for the dry cleaning. Do not argue with me. Look at this outfit.

You could try to get MI6 to pay for it as a work expense, but you would have to explain to the boss how I saved your bacon.

You realise all of this will be included in the report on the mission?

Is going on a mission fun, M1?

Nicky remained focussed on cleaning her firearm.

Nicky then said: Is anyone hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?

Local Cafeteria

The three (3) MI6 operatives adjourned to a local cafeteria.

Over their meal, Nicky Parsons asked M1:

When Emily shoved that guy out the window and saved your life, did you think you would be eating a steak sandwich afterwards?

Emily: Do not worry, M1. This meal does not have to go into the mission report.

Emily looked at a male sitting alone in the cafeteria and said to Nicky, silently “That is our guy”.

The response of Nicky Parsons was swift and focussed:

“M1 got to the front door and close it. Then stand guard.”

“Emily, go to the cafeteria staff and tell them you have to make an urgent telephone call. Ring the boss.”

They each obeyed the request of Nicky.

Nicky located her firearm and walked over to the rogue agent.

Nicky said to him: “We are going to wait here together until my friends arrive.”

The Mission Report

At the end of the mission Nicky and Emily compiled their mission report.

Emily told Nicky she would show it to M1 before she submitted it. Nicky agreed.

Emily then attended the office of M1.

Emily to M1: I have a report for you to read.

M1 read the mission report in silence. He noticed a distinct lack of post-high rise incident meal and no mention of dry cleaning.

M1 was surprised that he did not come across as a fool, but rather a worthwhile team member.

When he was finished reading the report, Emily said to M1: Are you happy with that report, M1?

M1: (A little shocked) Yes.

Emily are you happy for me to submit that report, M1?

M1: (Still shocked) Yes.

Emily: OK. I am off to submit this report.