There is only one city left on earth, and it’s name is Certes. This city is comprised of a Centre and an Outer Ring. The Centre is the original city, built from concrete and steel; it overflows with wealth. The Outer Ring is the result of crude expansion as those who’s societies collapsed sought refuge in the shadows belonging to humanity’s last beacon of hope. Surrounding the city is the forrest. The few who care about the two missing girls believe this is the only place left they could be. As soon as they can gather a search party, they hope to find them there…
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You are so serious nowadays Wesley, its not like I’d actually make something that would endanger humanity more than it usually does.Â
Well, speaking from that point of view, if they do most of the time follow the handler’s orders or listen, or at least that’s how I see mine, they would actually get to live. It’s the same end at least.
Is something bothering you though Wesley? You are a bit, different.
Visitor || Jonathan & Wesley || Convo || July 2, 2014
Characters: Jonathan Mourriland and Wesley Blake
Time Frame: July 2, 2014; After Mission: A Clockwork Orange
Location: Medical
Words: 1761
Jonathan woke up and wondered why he suddenly felt cold, not the same comfortable cold he was once in the position he was in a few minutes or was that hours ago? He tried to open his eyes and look around, angling his head in a way that it wouldn't hurt too much and letting the small slits of his eyes be the way for him to see. That's when he noticed that he was alone, Emma was gone, probably of to bed. With him was only the beeping of the machine helping him up - nurses said he lost a lot of blood and a good amount of beating, apart from a few broken parts and torn flesh, he was at least steady... Sighing, he tried to find some water but of course with the limitations he had it was impossible, Jonathan hoped a nurse would come soon.
Wesley made his way to Jonathan's room shortly after his talk with Aidan. He knew that Jonathan was not in very good shape, but Doctor Fraiser was confident that he would make it through, so he trusted her words. He spoke with her briefly about his stasis and looked over his file before deciding how to go about telling Olivia about this. It would not be easy. Taking a breath, he went to his room and knocked before peeking in. "Jonathan?" To his surprise he was awake. According to the doctor, he has been asleep for a while now, but it seems like he's starting to bring himself back to life. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked stepping into the room.
Jonathan blinked when he saw a silhouette, further inspection proved that it was Wesley, well... he was bound to show up sometime. "I feel like... i've been tortured -or wait I was." he said with a half grin. He didn't take the torture all too badly, it was part of the work. He would have rather not get hurt, but that was part of the whole thing, he couldn't really say no. "How... how's Aidan?" he croaked, his throat now desperately in need of water yet he needed to ask first how the other was doing. "His- his back?" He knew he got a lot of pain from what happened, almost five or so hours in a torture chamber, jeez. But Aidan, Aidan was shot in the back and his fingers were broken somehow, that was a different thing entirely.
Wesley shook his head, chuckling for more of Jonathan's benefit than the fact that his statement was amusing. "Yeah, you were tortured pretty bad. Congratulations though. You have joined the 'I Survived Being Tortured' club. We have buttons." While the torture he once endured was nothing like Jonathan's he figured that he would still get his point. "Aidan is fine. I had just finished talking with him, actually. He has some injuries, but nothing to worry about." Wesley looked down and shook his head. "His back is... well the doctors don't know the full extent of the damage yet. But Aidan will be fine. That is what is important." He took a seat next to Jonathan and noticed the little pitcher of water at his bedside. "Do you want anything? Water?"
Jonathan grinned, despite his... misgivings about Wesley and possible future thoughts about him, Jonathan felt he was a genuine guy somehow, right now though he appreciated the little banter. "I like buttons what else does the club has?" he asked before he coughed a bit and shook his head. Somehow, he hoped too that he'd get better - maybe the sun and sky would do better for him rather than a drab life in medical. He could even feel the gravity pull his skin down like an old man - and it wasn't even one week in. The agent pondered on those words for a moment before nodding, "Well... if he's alive I guess that's the best thing that could happen?" he wasn't even sure about that even --- but at least Aidan still had a way to be able to do things rather than nothing. Division would still keep him hopefully... When Wesley spoke again, Jonathan sighed out of gratitude. "That would be great." he said before turning to the pitcher. Slowly he tried to climb up, but it seemed his body was rejecting the push of his arms on the bed as he flailed down still - "Fuck..." he breathed and turned back to the water... that's probably why there was a straw. "I feel like a total loser..." he chuckled to himself rather dryly.
Wesley smiled at his joke, allowing himself to indulge in Jonathan's silliness for the time being. He knew that a little lightheartedness in this given situation would not hurt. "They also have t-shirts, but those are only for very dedicated members of the club. I don't advise you becoming one." He was glad that Jonathan appeared to be in a good enough mood to joke around, but given his personality, Wesley knew that he was jokes first and seriousness later. He hid the gravity of the situation with humor, something Wesley knew had good and bad qualities. In this particular circumstance, he would allow him to cope with what happened to him the way he wanted, at least for now that is. "Yes, that it true. And Aidan will definitely be alive." He remembered the promise he made his technician. Wesley did not take any of his promises seriously, but this was the one he intended on keeping. He poured water for Jonathan, stuck a straw in there and brought it to his lips so he could drink. "You are not a total loser, Jonathan. Perhaps only a slight one." He smiled to let him know that it was only a joke. "Don't worry. Once you're healed, you should be back to normal functions."
Jonathan finally just shook his head - he was amused and it felt good, at least as a starter before they get to the well, worse details that were to come. "That's ... that's great -" he said, alive which was probably going to be in both ways, one would be 'if alive from the mission' and the next would be 'if alive NOT to be cancelled..'. still Wesley didn't seem to be the type to let his agents die... From what Jason and Nathan told him before Jonathan should be wary of his handler... still, it would be bad rep for Wesley to have them killed somehow or not prove their worth right? Even in dying moments? Maybe he will keep Aidan alive, even if it's just for personal gain. Jonathan shook his head visibly to shake the thoughts away. It wasn't right, nor the time to be questioning Wesley with things even he didn't understand on the whole. At least for now. "Yeah, hopefully the sooner the better, I am tired of being in the bunkers, or just tired all in all." he said giving a weak smile - "do you- do you have any idea when the doctors would let me go or something? I don't have to go to the psych don't I?" he asked once he was finished with his drink.
Wesley nodded at him, understanding where he was coming from. Before he had been sent off on his mission, he was in the bunkers for a while, mainly to keep himself busy and Wesley suspected it was to prove his loyalty to Division. He was very upset about the fact they wouldn't let him keep his job and Wesley knew that eventually it would pass. It would have to. But perhaps it would be better if he talked to someone about it. He almost scoffed at the idea. Since when has talking about your feelings helped a situation. "The doctors don't want to let you go until they are certain that there is no possible bleeding in your brain so a week or two. The psychiatrists will have to have a session with you to discuss the mission, but I'll put that off for as long as possible. You should focus more on getting better physically than mentally for now." Besides he still wasn't sure what to make of the trouble duo and he didn't want Jonathan talking to someone who might do him more harm than good. Also, he didn't want them implanting negative thoughts in his head that might ruin whatever was left of their already fragile relationship.
Jonathan made a face, not like it did a big difference in showing disgust since his face pretty much was disgusting at this precise time anyway. "I guess i'd understand that..." he shrugged, or as close to a shrug that he could do. After all, he wasn't that hard of a person to -not follow- the rules. He knew that it was important he stay in medical and talk to the psychs, even if he didn't want to. It was better not to fight it anyway - as long as he followed the rules -like he always did at times - then nothing would go wrong, at least nothing would go wrong with him or to him. The least he wanted was to find out he'd be cancelled for something as silly as not following a simple thing that ticked Division off. "I guess a few more days here wouldn't hurt." he sighed before turning his eyes back to Wesley, "You think Division isn't going to cancel me for this right?" he asked, clear curiosity in his voice. He just needed to know he would be staying in Division as an agent - as a living human being - then maybe he can go to sleep again.
Wesley smirked a little and nodded. "Don't worry, Jonathan, you'll be out of here before you know it." Considering he would be asleep for most of that time, Wesley trusted that he wouldn't even realize how much time has gone by. He smiled at his recruit and shook his head. "Division won't cancel you, that much I can be certain. There is no long term damage to you and there is no reason for them to cancel you right now. You shouldn't worry about that." He put the water down and stood up. "You should rest. We can talk more when you feel up for it." With that he started walking out the room, feeling another headache come on as he thought about all of the paperwork he would have to do for this mission.
Sometimes i could wish for another life, but then I realized I’ve had it then I gave it up, no point on sulking about it - at least, it will just lead me to look older.. The jumble will sort itself out eventually, you’ve been here this long, things will get easier - hopefully. They would, but if it was a work of fiction, then the writer would be the one to die, and everyone else who think of it as a conspiracy - who knows.
That is every handlers dream, recruits to learn and graduate, and not squader themselves away. Times get busy, but our work still stays the same no matter what happens. I’m a bit glad though - that we aren’t getting extra load, it’s hard enough as it is.
I mean, in more precise terms, I have nerve damage concentrated at my L5 vertebra that prevents the neurons in my brain from sending signals to the receptors in my right leg below my knee. Â But it basically amount to the same thing.
Yes.  And my leg has also, separately, informed me that it doesn’t care what I want it to do, it is declaring independence from the rest of my nervous system.
You can't seem to help any of your recruits, can you? I guess it's not a surprise, considering your track record. You already abandoned your daughter.
I don’t know where you are getting this idea that I have a daughter. I don’t. As for my recruits, I do all that I can for them, but I can only do so much. I’m not a superhero.
None taken of course… but Welsey, the pot calls the kettle black is it? Apart from yes Dancelli being my biggest fault as of late although I moved on from that. The issue that we both have with a certain pair of agents and your one recruit just graduating and three agents who were most recently activated…. no offense Welsey, you’ve been getting a lot of problems, reports and worries even… Huh. THE Life of a Handler. Can even be a book.Â
You are right there though. Its enough we put out our lives for them and the occasional lessons, we dont need to have the grunt of the work poured on us. That is what the other personnel are here for.
I never said I'm not on that train of difficult recruits. I might even have the audacity to say that my problems are worse than yours. Of course, that little issue. Considering that Jonathan is stuck in medical, I'm letting him off easy for a while. Everything else is just a little jumbled up at the moment. That would be an interesting book. Everyone who read it would have to die, but it would be interesting anyway.
Exactly. We need our free time too, believe it or not. Although, I would also prefer for them to actually learn what they're being taught as well.
I’m kind of afraid it might be one of my agent’s class, I know sometimes she teaches Chinese, although I may not be so sure. I’ll have to check on that. Oh Wesley, with your attitude? They might actually be much more clever to make up new kinds of codes for languages, but yes they would be better at it definitely.
Let's hope that it's not. No offense Amanda, but you've been getting a lot of problems lately. With my attitude, I would force them to speak Chinese for their entire class. That's how I learned. And at least it would get them to learn. But, no. I'm not going to teach these kids.
Clever will though only get them so far in terms of these, we should have the Chinese instructor more strict. Can you imagine if I saw this from the instructors table and it had all check marks?
I'd say that we definitely need a new Chinese instructor. If I wasn't so busy, I'd volunteer to teach it, but I can barely find time to eat nowadays. Let's just hope that our recruits won't need Chinese anytime soon.
She laughed, an interesting bet. “What are the qualifications of that bet, how long and all that?” she asked “Did you also bet with Doyle?” After all, there was always a possible mischievous side on this. A naughty thought went it’s way to her brain, about how she could cook for Division for a day, or a week just one or two certain meals, that would probably turn the game the other way around. But then again, she didnt have the best cooking skills, at least, she had better skills than those who were cooking in Division. Even she knew what old and new vegetables tasted like.
"Oh Pizza, all those fatty, cheesy, bacon-ey pizza’s" she made a face at it "My hips are going to scream." Amanda then chuckled and almost skipped towards the elevator. "Come on then, pizza seems like the best way to remove some stress." she said beaming, it has been some time since she treated with herself with anything remotely "not" healthy. Always wanting to be in the best shape. After her horrible three missions and so on and so forth problems regarding her body she had started to do nothing but eat a good diet. Now that her schedule seems to have been better, and her recruits a little bit less rowdy, it was easy for her to go and have a little bit of fun.
"You? What about you?" she asked, concerned still about the water regarding the flood, although her face betrayed no sense of looking down at Wesley with his fear, it still made her curious. "I guess" she sighed as she got on the elevator and pressed the highest level, "The only thing I’m sad about it the change in rooms, I hope to get back to my room soon, Room 33 - can you believe it? It changed from Room 51, and I was so getting attached to it." With that she shook her head at her antics, waiting for the elevator doors to open up again.
Wesley smiled as he remembered the details of the bet that he made on one of his first few days there. It was an attempt to gain the trust of some of the guards and make himself familiar enough with them. Besides, he could see the boredom on their faces and he figured any type of entertainment would get them excited. "It's a weekly bet we do. The guards and I set out bets at the beginning of the week and then at the end of the week, we do a taste test and take a majority vote. I've been winning very week so far." It was easy money and most of the time, it involved a poker game after to help the guards win back their losses. "Doyle's come by from time to time. I don't think he bets all that often though."
"Oh, I'm sure your hips can handle a slice or two," he said with a smirk, making sure that he kept his eyes on hers so she didn't think he was checking her out. There was no denying the physical appeal that Amanda had, and her heart made it all the more attractive. "Let's do it. You know, it isn't bad to indulge every so often." Despite the beer he drank semi regularly, he always ate healthily. Pryor used to tell him that nothing is more unattractive to women than a bad diet. He's not certain if it's true, but he kept at it anyway.
"Me? I'm fine. It's over and done with now, so I feel a lot better." He smiled at her, using his skills to hide his lie. Of course he wasn't fine. But he didn't intend to tell anyone about it. "Yes, I heard about that. It's horrible. I hope you can get you room back soon." He stepped into the elevator with Amanda as it shot them toward the surface.
I’m lucky those were not my kids, but I can definitely see one or two of them trying to pull it off. But look Wesley, this is a genius piece of work, idiotic but quite creative.
Wesley heard about the mess of a mission that Jonathan and Aidan had returned from. He hadn't finished reading the reports, but he heard plenty about it, most of which involved torture from his agents. If he had been there, he was certain that he would have made the men who did this very sorry to have been alive. But he wasn't and now he had to deal with the backlash. He went to where Aidan was first, figuring that since Jonathan was still being fussed over by some of the doctors. He went to his door and knocked before cracking it open to peek inside. "Aidan?" he said softly, just in case he was asleep.
Aidan shifted when he heard the door open. He'd been told to sleep, several times, and so he'd started pretending to sleep so at least it felt like he was trying. The fact of the matter was, though, he wasn't used to sleeping much and he'd spent a great deal of the last forty-eight hours drugged and unconscious. He really wanted to do something besides lie there, but he didn't exactly have many options. It was almost a relief when someone entered the room--although he wasn't exactly eager to see Wesley, because he was pretty sure that the handler was not going to be thrilled by the details of the mission. "Yeah?" he used his left hand to push himself into a semi-sitting position. "Hi."
Wesley offered Aidan a smile as he noticed that he was awake. He was told that they were keeping him on a lot of pain medication for his hand as well as the bullet wound in his back. He fought the wince at that, knowing the outcome of such a wound. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He grabbed a chair beside the door and dragged it toward Aidan's bed. He settled down and took in the surroundings for a moment before giving Aidan his full attention. "Do you need anything? Water, food?"
Aidan shrugged, "I'm okay. I feel okay, I mean. My back hurts a little." He reached for the glasses that he'd put down on the bedside table after Darcy left and slid them on so that he could see the handler properly. "Have you seen Jonathan? Is he okay?" Darcy had told him that Jonathan was alive, that he was in medical as well, but given as Wesley was Jonathan's handler, he hoped he would have more information. "I'm okay, thanks." He wasn't sure what the last time he'd eaten was, but he wasn't hungry. Was that a side effect of being on morphine? He had no idea.
Wesley chuckled softly. His back hurts a little? He was shot in the back; he was fairly certain it hurt a lot more than a little. He shook his head and smiled. "If you need more pain medication, let me know. I know how bad a bullet wound can hurt." He fought the urge to put a hand on his leg where the wound was still healing from his mission some weeks ago. It didn't hurt, but it was still sore. "I haven't seen him yet, but he is fine. He's been unconscious, but the doctors are confident that he'll wake up any time now." He nodded again at his young technician and straightened himself slightly. "You mind telling me what happened?"
Aidan shook his head, "No, I'm really, really drugged. I'm on so much morphine right now. I recently had a bullet pulled out of my spine, and like, it doesn't hurt at all. The last thing I need is more drugs. I'm already on so many drugs that they can't even test the extent of the nerve damage." He consciously forced himself to shut up when he realized that he wasn't adding anything useful to the conversation. "Like...on the mission?" he verified. "Jonathan and Anton went in, but when Jonathan was deactivating the bomb, Anton had to fight off guards. He, um, he died...and something happened to Jonathan's comm and we lost contact. Before he could finish, he got attacked and they captured him...s-so Oriana and I had to go in."
Wesley kept the smile on his face as he heard Aidan rambling. He knew that he was on drugs, but he never anticipated that it was that many. He would have to talk to the doctors about that. Aidan didn't have a history of drug abuse, but he didn't want him to get too used to it. He'd have to discuss the proper amount so that he won't be in too much pain. As he told him the very rough outline of the mission, he nodded. Of course, he heard about most of these things. Anton's handler was devastated when she heard the news. Apparently he was her favorite and he could understand that feeling. "And when you went in, they caught you too?" At least that's what he had heard. He needed to better analyze the reports given to him.
Aidan shook his head. "Not at first. We got in pretty cleanly, I dismantled the bomb, but then guards came after us. Oriana was supposed to hold them off. But...she ran. I couldn't...there were too many of them and I didn't have anywhere to run. So I killed as many as I could and then..." He shrugged. "Anyway, that was when they shot me. I blacked out and woke up chained up. Oriana freed Jonathan and got shot somewhere in there, and Jonathan came to get me. I'm not really sure of the events after I got shot, to be honest. Jonathan got to me, and then we used Oriana's comm to call for them to pull us out.
Wesley successfully hid his disdain for the situation. Next time his agents went on a mission by themselves, he would have to hand pick the agents going with them. He would not allow something like this to happen again. Of course he knew the ending, Jonathan had managed to tell the agents that had gone to get him that much, but everything else made him upset. "I see. I'm glad that you managed to keep yourself together Aidan. And without your pills, I've heard." He smiled encouragingly. "You've done a great job." Despite it all, he had to give him that. He did his job well and Wesley wasn't going to be shy with the compliment.
Aidan was startled by Wesley's praise. By all accounts, the mission had not gone particularly smoothly. Half of the agents assigned to it had ended up dead, and the other two were badly injured. They'd barely accomplished their objectives, both technicians had been forced to enter the field...honestly, through the haze of pain, it had seemed like an unmitigated disaster. "Really?" he couldn't keep the incredulity out of his voice. It didn't seem possible, considering how badly things had turned out, that they'd done well. But, considering it, most of the problems they encountered hadn't been their fault. In fact, they hadn't made many mistakes. The situation had just continued to deteriorate due to factors beyond their control. "Thanks. You said Jonathan is still unconscious? Is he going to be okay?"
Wesley chuckled. "Yes really. Given the circumstances you were given, you acted appropriately. Yes, there were casualties, but you successfully did what you were told to and managed to make it out alive. You've come a long way from your first mission and I'm glad." He was sure that Aidan couldn't get any worse than his first mission, but still, he had improved. "Yes, he will be alright. I was actually going to check up on him after checking on you. But from the doctors have said, he will make a full recovery." He looked at him, hiding what the doctors have said about him. It was very possible that Aidan kept permanent damage.
Aidan nodded, and then smiled slightly. "Well, it's not as though I could go downhill from there, exactly." His first mission had been so bad that he'd nearly been canceled for it--anything that wasn't an improvement over that would have been horrifying. "That's good," Aidan said, relieved that Jonathan would be okay, completely. That he hadn't been concealing any worse injuries. True, Jonathan had been injured quite badly, but most of the wounds were straightforward, causing him pain and the loss of blood but no internal damage. He glanced up at Wesley. "I read my file. They don't know anything for sure, but I could lose the use of my legs." His tone was very calm, as though he'd rehearsed what he was going to say. "If that's the case, is Steele going to kill me?"
Wesley smiled at his honesty and shrugged. "Any improvement is better than no improvement." He remembered his mother telling him that when he was a boy. He hoped it made Aidan feel better the same way that it made him. "Yes, it's really good. Considering the amount of his injuries, it could have been worse." He could have gotten shot in the back. Wesley kept his face neutral at his question as he properly thought things through. Olivia might want to cancel him. He can't walk so what's the point in keeping him. But Wesley knew that as a technician all he really needed was his hands. With some effort, he could convince her to let him stick around. After all, he was successful in this mission. "Possibly, but don't worry about that. I'll take care of Olivia. You focus on getting better." With that he stood up and put a warm hand on Aidan's shoulder. "Get some rest. I'll have a guard or nurse bring you something to do." With that he filed out of the room and toward Jonathan's room.
