[POSTDATED] 14:00 May, 23rd 4883, Dolgava Dolgavan Department of IntelligenceIn a large Conference Room on the second floor, the man known as Mr. Biscuit paced across the floor. His first newly trained professional spy Northern Wind had made it to Dolgava safely he had passed the Campus training and it had taken all of his mafia skills he learned from his youth and early adulthood to pass the course. He had done very well with the torture aspect of it and did not spill the beans even under pressure. He was very good at handling machine guns and preferred the MP5 out of any weapon. He sat to the left of Mr. Biscuit, he had been given a pillow to sleep on because of jet lag and his exhaustion of a midnight flight, his snoring filled the room with an inaudible sound, it sounded like a drone... Mr. Biscuit was a tall man with salt and pepper colored hair,
he had a narrow long face, side burns. His hair swept back he wore a white suit with a black tie and had a stare that pierced into your soul. He was smoking a large pipe and had a window open to keep the air from becoming chocked with smoke. He didn't want Northwind to pass out from smoke asphyxiation. He thought about how far his too graduates have come, a Dolgavan mafia member now professional spy, and a girl haunted by her homeland, now the best in the business.
He got a call on the office phone, it was from an old friend at Aikums International Airport he was stationed to make sure his agents stayed safe, he simply said "She made it, I will meet her in a few moments", Biscuit acknowledged and thanked his friend before hanging up. Biscuit didn't talk much but when he did everyone listened. He had met with the Prime Minister that day and had two letters in his pocket from the PM welcoming the two agents and congratulating them... He also had another stack of papers in his large coat pockets for the two agents, these were instructions that were simple and not to leave this room. Mr. Biscuit sat down and leaned back, the feeling of accomplishment filled his inner being. He had proven to the Prime Minister that Dolgavan agents could hold their own and had proven himself to be a good judge in recruiting, or in this case Bergmanis had done a good job. Biscuit had only heard about them and he knew he had good agents and he was going to put them through some lesser missions first, however they still needed props, something that Biscuit knew from experience were vital.
The next fifteen minutes were boring for Biscuit, he smoked his pipe, ordered tea and was starting to sip it. He liked tea, especially straight black tea. It warmed him up and helped him sleep. For most people it would keep them awake, for Biscuit it was the opposite he would relax when he had caffeine. He also reacted weird to lots of medications, but those quirks made Biscuit who he was. He was mysterious and he wanted to stay that way.
A sort knocking on the door interrupted Biscuits thoughts and he said softly, not to wake up Northwind "Come in". The door opened and in walked a short women, who compensated with heels, Her long blonde hair was curled and wavy and every part of her was gorgeous. She did not look like an agent that had just spent a year through some of the most grueling conditions known to man. She looked like she just walked out of the Lourrenne Fashion Show and she knew it. Mr. Biscuit stood up and walked towards her, they shook hands and Biscuit asked "How was the flight?"
The agent responded "It was good, too bad I had to leave Hutori but I can assure you I am glad to be where I belong".
Biscuit nodded and reached into his suit pocket and handed Westwind a book a small book with the Queen's insignia on it he said "Welcome fellow patriot of Dolgava, I made the PM sign an exception and you are now a citizen".
Westwinds's face lit up and she gave him a smile "Thank You, Thank You so much".
Biscuit then said reassuringly, "That is the least I can do, you just went through a year of controlled hell, I was kept informed by my comrades in Hutori about your training and I can tell you, everyone over there is impressed with your skills. Not only can you charm and seduce men and its easy to see why, but you are skilled, passionate and you excel in blending in and playing a part. To that I say, Congrats!!!"
Westwind's face started to blush red because she knew that these things were true and that she was getting rare praise from the top intelligence Guru in all of Dolgava.
Biscuit walked over to his chair and gestured Westwind to a set to the right of him, at the same time he poked Northwind awake and he got up and stretched and looked at Biscuit and greeted Westwind. Northwind and Westwind knew each other but hadn't spent much time with each other but they both knew they were the lucky two that had made it out of "The Campus" and passed.
Biscuit stopped his pipe and looked at his two spies, the best of the best. He looked at each of them, the deep green eyes of Westwind and the Brown Eyes of Northwind and he then said "Well, you two did it, I was beyond happy when Hutori contacted me to say that you two were going to pass. You two worked your asses off and I can truthfully say that it does not matter your height, your age, your gender, anyone can become the best of the best, your training makes my special forces training as simple as basic training. You have passed the most rigorous training Terra has to offer. Deltaria's does not even compare, Istalia's is not even close, Endralon is not even in the same league as you. You climbed up and down mountains, were waterboarded tortured and told you were going to fail but you went against all the odds and succeeded. I have to say out of all the recruits I expected you to fail, one of you when you first came here was plagued with past trauma. However you have not only passed this point in your life but you have become a strong, women that can survive almost anything that you are put up against. Northwind, I thought you were going to fail, you lived a life of crime and I knew you were trained but not in the caliber I imagined. You are not only cunning smart and genius but you do your work with efficiency and determination. Now both of you are going to become Dolgava's first undercover agents. This might seem daunting but I promise you, we will ease you into the business. Your first missions will be easy, I am not as demanding as our allies to the West, but if I need to be I can count on you".
He reached into his pocket and handed them both different instructions. He than said "These are your instructions they are not to leave this room. They will go into the wood stove over there". He gestured to a wood stove providing heat to the room. "Now let me hand you your weapons, he reached under the table and grabbed a light, MP5 and handed it to him, he then showed it collapsing and how to put the pieces in pockets and such "That weapon is the one you chose and it will work well, a common carry for Mafia members however they don't get this fancy of one. He now looked towards Westwind "Your line or work will need protection however we cannot have it be obvious. You will be masquerading as anyone from a government official to a pretty mistress to a prostitute and we need to make sure that you can end the life of someone at all times. This is why I have talked long and hard with experts in this field and they recommend this", he pulled out of his coast pocket a 38 caliber a small pistol, and the silencer that came with it. "Now agent Westwind, this pistol does not act like most pistols, it is special. For one thing is is smaller and the kick is a bit more, something which will be no problem for you. This also comes in parts so if you need to get past security you just hide these using methods you learned of course. This will fit in a pocket, in a purse, in many different kinds of outfits you will wear. This brings me to my next point, I have talked with Northwind and for his line of work he already has the clothing he needs, however Ms. Westwind you need clothing that makes you sell that you are rich". Biscuit pulled a mall card from his pocket and handed it to Westwind "Take this, go to Downtown Dolgava and but the most expensive clothing a women can get, also I want you to but all foreign clothing, no Dolgavan brands allowed. We cannot have your country of origin tracked down, but have fun, that is a black card and it is unlimited, so enjoy yourself, but all the clothing you will ever want and without being too obvious of course, keep in mind buy clothing that suits both formal and the most informal occasions, you will be going through many roles and you will need a damn good set of clothes to play the part".
He smiled and poured a glass or whiskey before handing it to both agents. He then raised his glass and said "To glorious successful mission and glorious times ahead", they toasted to the success and the missions still to come.
To be Continued...