Agent 008

Treasure Maps. Fallen Trees. Stolen Friends and Disease. The voices calling me They get Lost and out of Time

[siobhanahearne]

Short Fuse || 007 & 008

[the-secret-agent]

Bond watched her quietly for a moment before turning his attention to his hotel room’s dresser against the far wall where his card key, his watch, and his pocket fillers were neatly displayed. To say that he was indifferent about all of this would’ve been putting it lightly. While most would take solace in being around someone who felt the same, he was just as easily indifferent about his partner in all of this despite their agreeable feelings on the matter.

“Perhaps The Indifferent,” he said plainly, ignoring her mention of lighthearted conversation. There was no need to talk about that. He tried to do her the service of not making her try to put him at ease or to be lighthearted when it was out of character for her. Honesty was far more interesting. “Or The Unimpressed? Both seem to have a nice ring to it.” He stamped his words by offering her a cool smile before turning back to the dresser.

Bond was, to put it mildly, something of an impossible man. He’d been described as such by numerous people over the years. The former M in particular made a habit of pointing it out. Subtly, she also made it plain that he was her favorite and that he should act accordingly. He tried, of course, but it wasn’t until the very end that he realized that he could’ve done better. Of all the women that had died in his arms, her death had the most impact.

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan furrowed her eyebrows at the display of decadence. Unlike Bond, she was far more modest and conservative when it came to her affinities. There was no use for flashy in the field; she preferred to blend in rather than stick out like a sore thumb with glamorous clothing. But she didn't say anything. It was no use to comment on something that would put more tension into the room, at least it hasn't turned into the metaphorical elephant in the room. 

She gave a private smirk at the comment. This side of Bond she could get used to. "The Unimpressed. Certainly a dig at M that I can enjoy." Siobhan quickly jotted down the name in a messy scrawl on the notepad, followed by both their names. She folded it into a paper plane, tucking it into her gun holster next to the .38 S&W. She was going to throw it at M later in the evening, an immature way of annoying the man. To say that she had a problem with authority was putting it lightly. 

Siobhan tilted her head as Bond went quiet. Was he always this silent? But the quiet didn't unnerve her, perhaps that was something they both had common. This odd way of almost pausing the present to go back into the past for a few private moments. Siobhan didn't say anything to jolt Bond out of his trance, and instead leaned back slightly to close her eyes. 

[minakoseki]

Playing With Fire // Open

[minakoseki]

While Siobhan remained to shoot some more rounds, Minako returned to her lab and configured several new sets of trial ammunition. Each was lighter than the previous, composed of different solutions so the agent might indicate which one felt best and the computer might indicate which worked best. Just past half an hour, the quartermaster strolled into the range once more, checking up on the other before presenting the new rounds. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” she commented lightly. 

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan felt the tension slowly leaving her shoulders. She took a deep breath in, feeling the weight of the gun and the sight of the target. It was relaxing, the closest thing she would get to being active whilst remaining in london. She gave a small private smirk as she emptied the rounds. At the sound of approaching footsteps, Siobhan raised her head to watch as Minako approached. "You learn to enjoy the little things." 

[lewishayden]

Antebellum || Siobhan & Hayden

[lewishayden]

Hayden smiled at Siobhan’s suggestion; the woman was growing on her. Nevertheless, Hayden found it difficult to match Siobhan’s optimism. After all, Siobhan and her partner, although both curious personalities, got along fine. Hayden’s relationship with her mission partner was more, for lack of a better term, hostile. But the latter part of Siobhan’s comment again disturbed Hayden slightly, reminding her that Siobhan was often her conception of a psychopathic serial killer. So she let out a breathy chuckle and responded with a simple, “Let’s hope so,” and nodded.

To Siobhan’s second addition, Hayden had little to offer. Despite working for the same agency, their jobs were nothing alike, and the truth was that no matter how closely she worked with the agents, Hayden understood little about them and the way they worked. Some, like Bond, behaved more charismatically, but the truth was they were all very private people, and very much alone in their minds. Hayden didn’t try to venture in. So in response to Siobhan, Hayden went for the joke: “Well, if it’s… trustfalling over a pond of hungry alligators, perhaps…” Besides, Siobhan, for all her stoicism, did seem to have a hearty sense of humor.

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan mimicked Hayden's smile, reassuring the other woman that things will turn out alright. Besides, they have all faced worse incidents than group exercises. She noted the way Hayden seemed to have stiffen in reaction to her, it must be something she said. She was about to comment on it, but decided not to. There wasn't anything false in what she had been commentating on, and she did not always like to defend her actions to someone who might not understand. She had to do that during work anyway, with all those paper forms to fill out, it was more pleasing to avoid that in social interactions. 

At Hayden's attempt at a joke, Siobhan's features softened in amusement. "There was one incident in a circus in Russia involving trapeze artists and a hole in the safety net. That was particularly interesting." Siobhan's eyes squints at the memory of the job. To be honest, she should have trusted her team member, but doing flips through the air was fun as well. Besides, she had a cover to keep. Agents were generally solitary figures. In fact, MI6 encouraged them to remain this way. It was hard to tell other people about what they did, and many people did not understand the ridiculous hours, especially civilians. And from what they have ever seen... it made sense that they trusted few, if none at all. 

[cherubofdin]

Awkward is the new black

[adrienneporter-deactivated20131]

I'll rest when I'm dead // [001 & 008]

Is it possible to get tired of rest? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can stay in the offices. I’m positively itching for some action.

[siobhanahearne]

*drums her fingers along the desk* Oh come off it. We're all tired of waiting for some kind of... catastrophic event to happen. I hate being a sitting duck.

[siobhanahearne]

Running Up That Hill || George & Siobhan

[george-bailey-at-your-service]

George gave the waiter a smile and a nod before handing him his menu. He ran a hand through his hair as he listened her, a smile on his face. He knew there was an ice between them but the more they talked his anxiety got smaller. “That’s unfortunate. Who was he or she anyway?” he asked curiously. “I got Dr. Andrea Watts. She disappeared after our first talk. I must have left an awful first influence.”

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan's eyes followed his hand's movement, watching as it disappeared and re-emerged behind those curls. "James Bond." She gave a small hint of a frown before schooling her features back again. "That's impossible. She did not realize what she was missing out on." She tucked a stray piece of hair underneath her ear, always the blunt and straightforward person. 

[lewishayden]

Antebellum || Siobhan & Hayden

[lewishayden]

Hayden laugh lightheartedly at Siobhan’s attempt to incorporate idioms. “Yeah, couch potato,” she confirmed, “that’s the term. It’s more with the Americans, though.” Hayden trailed off for a moment. “Regardless of his affinity for furniture or crisps, the fact that remains that I don’t entirely believe that he respects me, and we’re going to have to team up for the entire weekend.” The more she thought about it, the more she could feel herself go insane.

Siobhan admitting that she fancied people, or, as she had termed it, fell “victim to the human condition,” was possibly the most shocking thing Hayden had ever heard since she started at MI6. And she had access to government secrets. Hayden had never seen Siobhan express so much as mild interest in a man; at times, she convinced herself that Siobhan was an android, currently being developed by the Quartermasters. But, apparently, Siobhan fancied people. Hayden wondered if she’d ever been in love, while Siobhan herself noted potential discourse between her and her partner. “I think that’s the point,” Hayden noted, shifting her attention, scrunching her mouth a little. “Theoretically, you have to work with other agents on missions at some point, right? They’re probably trying to beat some sense of collaboration into us.”

[siobhanahearne]

"Right." She remembered the correct term, it certainly made more sense than coach potato. "Perhaps you will see a different, more likeable, side of him. At least, that is the aim of M. We should be optimistic." Siobhan shrugged, "It might be fun. Imagine the chaos." Her eyes shined a different kind of brown, brighter and slightly more gleeful. 

It was true that sometimes Siobhan treated herself as an android, it was certainly easier than trying to work out human emotions. She did not think of herself as strange, but simply found it easier to not express or explain what emotions were. She watched Hayden's reaction and noted her expressions. It was shock and maybe apprehension? She knew that it was hard on others when she expressed more than just mild amusement; it was kind of funny in its own way. "It is different on the field. We have to trust each other, or someone will get injured or killed. The stakes are high. Trust falls, not high stakes." Siobhan's features softened in amusement. 

[siobhanahearne]

Running Up That Hill || George & Siobhan

[george-bailey-at-your-service]

"I’ll take the special, along with wine. Red or White? Which one do you prefer?" he asked to Siobhan as he tried to think of good conversation starters, "So, How’s M’s trust exercise for you?" he asked after they gave their orders. It wasn’t the best thing to talk about but it was something.

[siobhanahearne]

"White, please." She remembered the last time she had red, it wasn't a very fun experience. "And I'll have the fish. Thank you." She passed the menu to the waiter offhandedly, turning her attention back to George. "Annoying. We don't trust." Siobhan shrugged, "What about you? Who did you get for a partner?" Maybe she should mention that out of everyone, George would be the person she would trust easiest. 

[elenaross-deactivated20130818]

I have made a huge mistake.

[elenaross-deactivated20130818]

Ahhhh, but see, I am not lying. 

[siobhanahearne]

Then you are delusional?

[lewishayden]

Antebellum || Siobhan & Hayden

[lewishayden]

Hayden was just the slightest bit horrified at Siobhan’s suggestion to inflict bodily harm as a form of motivation, but she didn’t let it show. Hayden couldn’t get a good read on Siobhan (she wasn’t a spy herself, after all), and sometimes she couldn’t tell if Siobhan was a quiet and studious spy or a raging homicidal maniac.

Siobhan’s second addition, however, warranted a response. “Clearly, you’ve never seen Jay attempt to do a pull-up. The man’s practically a genius — I will never understand why he can’t just do some goddamn cardio.” When Siobhan started to talk about her own partner, Hayden’s brown began to crinkle in simultaneous confusion and realization. When Siobhan finished speaking, Hayden studied her face for a moment before asking softly, “Hey Siobhan,” she started, and Oh God, she thought, this is completely not my place. "You’re not asexual, are you? Or a lesbian? Sorry, I know it’s not really important, but you just seem so… uninterested." Hayden laughed nervously. "Maybe you’re just very quiet about your affections." She cleared her throat and changed the topic. "Regardless, I’m sure you two will do fine this weekend. I think you’re both fantastic."

[siobhanahearne]

"That I have not seen. I guess his suit does hide a multitude of..." Siobhan gestured, trying hard to find a word, an apt description, "lies." She settled on that, shrugging. "Maybe he has a health problem, or that he does not like to sweat. He could be a coach potato, I have heard that it was a description for those who do not want to move, especially in front of a TV." She had often been called that when she was lounging in Bernard Platt's sofa. But the man had used it as an affectionate term rather than an insult. She was still unsure of the colloquialism. 

She raised her eyebrow at the question. Despite her lack of understanding of social norms, she knew that asking something as private as sexuality should not be done so carelessly. But Siobhan did not particularly mind. "No. I am not asexual or lesbian. I just... have high standards." She gave a small smirk, lips tilting up with amusement. "I do not find many people attractive. And the way I deal with emotions may come out as cold and unaffectionate, but I, unfortunately, still am a victim to the human condition." Siobhan thought back to the weekend with Bond. "I doubt that. Double-0 agents don't work well together. We are too stubborn and selfish."

[minakoseki]

Playing With Fire // Open

[minakoseki]

"Great." Minako smiled lightly, watching the screen. "The range on the blanks actually extends right to where it should be. If I change around the propellant, that might just do the trick." Pleased with the data they had gathered, the quartermaster removed her earmuffs and glasses, turning to the agent. "If you’d like to stay here and shoot some more blanks, be my guest. I’m going to head back to the lab and try a few different compositions. When I’m done, I’ll bring them back here to you and we can see which ones work the best. Sound like a plan?"

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan's features softened, nodding at the quartermaster's pleased tone. It was always good that they could somehow improve the weapon and technology. She nodded her agreement to the suggestion. "I'll be here then." She could do with a little bit more shooting. This sitting around was not great for her patience. Siobhan had always been the type to jump at the chance for a mission. The physical aspect of motion cleared her mind, made it easier to cope. 

[siobhanahearne]

Running Up That Hill || George & Siobhan

[george-bailey-at-your-service]

George sat down on the chair opposite to her, looking at the view quickly before looking back at her with a smile. The waiter come quickly and gave them two menus, the brunet took his and looked inside, trying to decide what to choose.

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan wished there was some way to break the ice, but the quietness didn't irk her. It seemed comforting in a way, or perhaps it was just George's presence. She took the menu, peering at it. 

[carlzbee]

You had a gorram time bomb living with us! Who we gonna find in there when she wakes up?

[siobhanahearne]

Short Fuse || 007 & 008

[the-secret-agent]

Bond was only partly listening to her as he fixed himself up in the mirror. Even if the woman’s expressions gave nothing away, which he couldn’t see at the moment anyway, the way she spoke and the things she said were enough to let him know what kind of mood she was in. As a rule, Siobhan wasn’t exactly what you would call cordial. Not to Bond, at least. She would’ve been quite the annoyance to someone who cared. For the most part, he didn’t.

“For someone so cold you certainly like to concern yourself with details inconsequential to you.” His reflection was blank in the mirror as he perfected the knock for his tie. Still, his tone was one of curiosity, seemingly innocent. He liked to think that she wasn’t a robot. There had to be at least a few things she cared about.

Beats later, he appeared from around the corner and stood there quietly for a moment looking at her as she played with the hotel pen. He was tempted to point out that he’d probably been in double or even triple the number of fights she’d ever dreamed of but he bit his tongue on that. For all intents and purposes he wanted this whole thing to go smoothly, if only because the smoother it went, the faster all of this nonsense would be over.

[siobhanahearne]

It seemed that the man was taking longer than her to get ready, at least the gender roles are subverted. Siobhan thought light-heartedly, trying to guess what Bond was thinking. There was a conflict between her desires. On one hand she wanted to be unaffected by the man, but on the other, she seemed to want to please him even more just because he was so indifferent towards anyone and everyone. She had never felt so angry and so amused at the same time.

She blinked at his choice of adjective, Siobhan's way of flinching. "Lighthearted conversation puts other at ease." Her voice was monotone, as though she was reciting from a textbook on social graces and normal behaviour. She shrugged lightly, still spinning the pen with her fingers. She didn't know what to think of Bond or how to react to him. His tone was cordial enough, but that could be easily faked. 

She looked up at him, watching him watching the pen. She halted its momentum by clenching down tightly. "We need a team name." Abrupt, but straight to the point. The sooner they got over this, they could both go on their merry way. She grabbed the paper notepad from the desk, tapping the pen against it. 

[sharkyteeth-blog-blog]

Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver.

Countess Markievicz, 19th century Irish revolutionary. (via varst)

[poisonedparadiserpg-blog]

Girl Talk // Siobhan & Anya

[poisonedparadiserpg-blog]

"Look at all this teamwork!" Anya ducked beneath the water, swimming toward the shallow end. "Look how fucking great we work together, this water and us. It’s as if we planned it!" With a loud laugh, she stood up and pulled herself over the side again, her shirt barely hanging onto her thin body. "Oh god, I’m going to regret this in the morning…"

[siobhanahearne]

Siobhan laughed, ducking into the water and doing a flip before coming back up again. "Then start regretting it in the morning!" She pulled herself up as well, dripping water as she sat on the edge of the pool. "Let's do more stupid stuff and regret it in the morning."

[siobhanahearne]

Little Black Submarines || Siobhan & Anya

[poisonedparadiserpg-blog]

"Well, welcome back then… for what it’s worth. I have a feeling we’re all going to be going insane with cabin fever soon enough." Brushing off her backside. "I think I will take up that idea on a bubble bath. Sounds wonderful." She turned back toward the door. "I shall see you later, Siobhan. Have a good evening."

[siobhanahearne]

"Soon? I am already feeling it." Siobhan's features softened, watching as Anya walked towards the door. "See you. Have fun with the bubbles." She nodded once before turning back around to watch the sun set.