The Games we Play (Mike)

[SA Maggie LeFebvre]

living is easy with eyes closed

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- - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center]Special Agent Maggie Lefebvre sat in a diner, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She was off today-her team had just arrived home from an assignment, and her team leader had given them a few days to recuperate and rejuvenate. She was dressed casually-given that it was Maggie, and her idea of casual was still "to the nines", and sipping a latte. She was also supposed to be eating a salad, but it sat mostly untouched. She was fascinated, instead, by the small stack of files in front of her. Work was never joyful for Maggie. But it paid the bills, and afforded her a life she liked. So she did it, but she HATED buracracy. She had found files on a few INTERPOL targets, and planned to do some butt-kissing by hauling in one or two. She needed a little leeway at the office, especially after having told off her boss when he'd attempted to shoot a suspect, instead of taking him captive-and putting HER in the crossfire. Maggie liked her life, thankyouverymuch, and she'd be damned if she was going down in the line of duty.

She read a bit more about the art thief that had piqued her interest. She scanned the file-she'd need help. The thief seemed to be out of New York. Lovely. She knew a few contacts there. She wondered if they'd help. Hell, maybe they'd have something more interesting for her to do than THIS. With a quick flick, she opened the cell phone wallet she had laid out on the table, and considered her choices. Mike Correlli, or Val Olwin?! Val was horrible, a complete witch, but damned good at her job. Mike was...lovely. But also equally good. She glanced at her tablet, then made a decision. She dialed the most recent number she had for Correlli, hoping it wasn't a burn phone, while she sent an email to Val. SOMEONE would help her. She hoped. Damn British Telecom, too, made her connections super slow. Finally, she was put through. A voice at the other end sounded a bit strained...tired, maybe.

I am calling for Special Agent Correlli. This is Constable LeFebvre...Maggie. I need your help...

tag Mike
words Who knows??
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
Outfit here
Notes So. Mike can play along, or offer Maggie something else. Up to you! Hope this helps!

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