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As you walk through the halls of the SWA headquarters, you decide on a few things. First, that you will talk to Claes about helping train Scylla in hand to hand combat, though you think it would be best to start with some of the Section 1 personnel with a more military background, like the Director had suggested. So, as you turn to head for the Cyborg dormitories, you decide on what Scyllas training will be tomorrow, and just before you turn on to the hallway that Triela and Claes' room is on, you decide to make some calls tonight. Unless she has moved, it should be a decent hour of the day for her still.
Without hesitating, you knock on the closed door to the older cyborgs room, and are promptly rewarded with Trielas "Yea?"
"Its Jim, is Claes in, I had a favor to ask of her." you answer through the closed door.
After some rustling and shuffling, a very tired, sore looking Claes opens the door "Yes, Mr. Artioum?" she asks, stepping aside to allow you to enter the book and bear infested room.
You step through the door, and lean against the wall, allowing Claes to drop into the chair next to Triela, who is absentmindedly staring into the eyes of one of the many teddy bears Hillshire had bought for her. "I was wondering if you would be willing to help with Scyllas training on a more regular basis in the future, Claes." you reply, ignoring the slouched over Triela just as she is you.
"And how exactly would I be doing that?" she asks, a bit curious at best.
"Once her training is advanced more, she will need a proper sparring partner. I taught her everything I know, but she needs experience against properly trained fighters. And, once she has surpassed them, she will need a parring partner that can keep up with her physique." You answer bluntly "I can provide any material you need to train yourself." you add, hoping that the enticement of books will be enough to win her over.
She thinks for a while, glancing over to Triela, and making eye contact for the briefest of moments, before she replies "Both training manuals and histories of any martial arts you find me useful self-teaching manuals for."
As you know that you will need the help later on, and have more than enough cash to accommodate the girls demands you promptly reply "Deal. I'll let you know when I find the books you will need."
Triela finally ends her staring contest with the bear, sits up straight, so as to be more on your level, than at eye level with the bear, and interjects "So, no more training sessions out on the urban assault course for the rest of us then?"
You grin "I never said that I wouldn't try to rope the rest of you into more exercises primarily designed to benefit Scylla, its just that I doubt your handlers would appreciate the risks of injury that come with proper sparring matches.".
Triela shrugs "I suppose your right. Hillshire would probably rather I do the homework he gave me, or spend my time on the range anyways." looking just a bit dejected as you turn to leave the room.
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The next few hours go by quickly, albeit boringly as you catch Section 1 field agents as they leave the compound, or arrive to work security for the night. A lot of them look at you like your crazy for suggesting they actually fight a cyborg, though more than a few are intrigued by the idea, and, as Lorenzo had hinted, most of the former marines jump at the chance.
In all, about two dozen agents volunteered to help with Scyllas training. A decent number that you will have no trouble rotating out so that none of them get too weary to be of use, or get injured, and provide Scylla with a decent challenge. As you enter your room at the SWA, far too tired to try driving to your apartment, you muse that one thing seems to be a constant no matter which nation you are in, the marines are always the crazy ones, and with half of the volunteers for helping train Scyla being either Lagunari, or San Marco Regiment, that holds true in Italy as well.
You glance over to your phone. Kathleen is gonna bite your head off whether you call now or later, its been nearly a year and a half since you contacted her, and the two of you had parted on good enough terms. Sighing, you pick up the receiver, and dial the country code, area code, and finally Kaths number. When the ringing stops, you hold the phone a bit away from your head, and greet her "Hey Kath, its Jim." and brace yourself.
"Jim, your alive?" she answers, then, a silence grips the room, before she shouts "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU DONT WRITE, YOU DONT CALL! NOT EVEN A DAMN CHRISTMAS CARD!!!"
When the screaming stops, you sheepishly put the receiver back to your ear, and answer "Things got a bit hectic for me, that's all. You sound well enough though. Are you still..."
Having calmed down from her outburst, she answers "Working internal security for the IRA? Yup. Not out of Dublin anymore though. Had to move me after..." she trails off, not wanting to go into detail on the cluster-fuck of a job that had gotten you run off the British Isles more than a little forcefully, and put an abrupt end to your relationship. Though, the slight Irish girl quickly recovers "You still workin for the... what family was it again?"
Mentally, you slam your head against the wall for being dumb enough to call Kathleen on a work line. The woman has no verbal filters "Actually... I'm working for the Italian government right now." your stress the right, knowing she will get the hint that you are calling from work.
The pause is more than enough for you to picture the sheepish grin on the little redheads face, as she scrambles to recover "I, ah, actually, was thinking of taking a break from work for a while... maybe go legit some even." again she pauses as you drop your face into your hands over how shitty her cover-up was. At least she tried. "How'd you manage to go from a mafia fixer to an up and up government worker anyways?"
You chuckle "Well, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"They can do that?" she asks, settling down from her blunder a bit more now.
"Well, none of the agencies you could find on the books, or look up on the net could." you answer, using a gentler form of 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you', or, in this case they will kill you.
"Sounds... nice. I take it you got busted and recruited then?" she answers, clearly a bit worried for you.
"Nice?" you ask, utterly flabbergasted by her reaction to accurately guessing how the SWA bough you in. "And, yea... that's mostly what happened. I was a side-job to keep the local cops happy, not even their primary."
Kath sighs, and answers "Yea, nice. You get benefits, steady pay, and internal politics aren't bloody in the literal sense." she pauses, and continues "Jim, I'm tired of fighting the good fight, at least of doing it like this. Like it or not, I'm in a terrorist organization. And my job is to get close to people so that I can stab them in the back before they stab us. You know how it is for internal sec. I talked to you about it enough when we were together, but..."
Now its your turn to sigh. You know exactly how it is for her. She doesn't fake any relationship, and every time she has to knife a traitor, its friends throat she is slitting, a trusted comrades back she is stabbing. And, being internal security, she has very few, if any friends, as no one knows if they can trust her. "Dont worry about it Kath. And you still probably make more than me."
She sniffles "Like hell I do, ya damn sell-out government man. Its the kickbacks of my job that make me look so damn rich... It'll be a while yet, but I think I'll take a vacation to Italy soon. Where do you work out of, I'll drop by so we can catch up better."
"Kathleen, you know you cant just drop by I already told you what sort of agency I'm working for. You-"
"Jesus Christ, settle down Jim. I just need a city. and you better not lie or I will use my call tracing gear to find you. And dont try saying your on a payphone, I know your too damn stupid to remember to only ever call me on those." she cuts you off, mirth in her voice. You cant help but smile as your memories of Kathleen come flooding back more and more.
"Rome. I have a new cell number, so call me when you're in town, I guess." you answer truthfully.
"It'll be a bit more than a month, I have some things at work I'm juggling right now, and it'll take about that long to close the cases." she answers, before adding "And it must be getting pretty late for you. I'll be in touch, James. she finishes, prompting you to give your own goodbye, before hanging up the phone, knowing it is futile to try to dissuade her from coming to Italy.
At that, you walk over to your bed here at HQ, and promptly fall into it to sleep, exhaustion from the previous late night catching up with you.
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Much to your surprise, it isnt your alarm clock, but Scylla that wakes you up in the morning. And, after glancing at your alarm clock, the early morning... just before sunrise. Your pretty sure you know what happened, after going to bed so early, she woke up equally early, and now had snuck into your room to await the days start, already clad in her tan cargo pants and black polo shirt that she prefers.
For a while she patiently waits, not even aware that her opening and closing of your door hadn't been as silent as shed thought. Then, as the shades begin to tint red as sunrise begins, she silently pads over to your box of tech manuals, users manuals, and repair guides for all of the assorted gadgets and modes of transportation you had acquired over the years. Most of it you didn't even have anymore, but you still keep up on how to fix them. After all, you never know when you may need to fix one for work, or something similar enough to what you once owned. Silently, she takes one off the top of the pile, returns to her seat, and begins to read.
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