“speech (English mainly but varies for location of action)”
“telepathic speech” thoughts
/”different language or panda sign”/ Disclaimer:
I do not own Heroes Unlimited (but I do claim ownership over the Freedom Society world setting and it's unique heroes/villains), or James Bond. Ian Fleming created Bond, and who am I to argue with him (or his lawyers)? Nor do I own Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nope, don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer either. I make no money from this, nor do I plan on trying to. This is purely for fun. Warning:
There will be OOC for some characters. It is an AU though, so that can almost be expected. Author Notes:
This is a companion piece to my Wings Of series. As such, it takes place about ten years after Wings of Destiny.
Wings Under Cover by Faerie Knight
Sometimes I can't help but think I'm getting too old for this. I've been in the game most of my adult life. For nearly four decades I've risked my life ferreting out secrets. You see, I'm what you could call a trouble shooter. People come to me with a problem. Maybe the problem's a cheating spouse or missing family member. Other times it's more serious. It could be that MI-6 needs intel on a terrorist group. Or perhaps tracking down an organized crime syndicate. Or maybe even something more serious.
Whatever your problem, I've probably dealt with something similar. Yes, that includes extra-dimensional invasion forces making a bid to replace key government officials. I try to avoid jobs like that, but you can't always tell. Oh, who am I? Name's Jason. However when I'm working I go by another name. Actually I go by many different names depending on the situation, but my call sign is 'Justin Case'. Yeah, it's a pun. And yeah I've earned that call sign.
You see, I like to be over prepared. A fact that's saved my life more then a few times. Get kidnapped by a would-be super villain from another reality? Been there, done that. And I've got safeguards for if it happens again. I've been that way since my military days. I never go into a situation without at least three backup plans and five safe houses if I can help it. Of course the situation can change at a moment's notice in the field. So I prepare for every eventuality I can and deal with things I didn't expect when they happen.
Usually I work with a team. Not always the same team, it depends on who hired me. I am freelance after all. Not always though. I do the occasional job on my own. I prefer having a team to back me up however. I've always felt that if bullets are flying I failed. Yet sometimes things go wrong. And when they go wrong it's good to have someone you can trust at your back. Today though I'm working solo. The people over at the CIA needed a deniable resource to go into a private island and snoop around.
There's reason to suspect the guy who owns the island is up to something hinky. Exactly what that is, my current bosses couldn't tell. So here I am wearing a red cocktail dress and trying to covertly slip a listening device on one of my target's upper echelon muscle. Oh, did I mention that I'm a mutant? I didn't? It comes in handy in my line of work. Shrinking things down to a fraction of their size and weight, winged flight (okay that can be a pain sometimes), and shape shifting.
That last one's still kind of new. Only been able to do it a few years. So today I'm attending the party as Annette Reese, a paid escort hired by my mark. Just suppose to look pretty, dance with strangers, and in general entertain the boys. Course if anyone tries to go too far I have plans to deal with it. Too much to hope I can slip a bug on my real target, an Asian man named Wong Sun Lao
The europium man who accompanies Lao most times though? He should be possible. The lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead is rather distinctive. I'm surprised I never heard of this Potter person before. So I slip in close and offer myself to the unknown scarred man. Interestingly, he's a very good dancer. He's light on his feet and moves with more grace then many of his stature. And I can feel corded muscle beneath that finery. Just who is this Mister Potter? I'm about to slip the listening device into his collar when someone interrupts our dance.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Crap, I know that voice. Face is unfamiliar. But that's no surprise. He gets so many facial reconstructions it's not even funny. And needs them each time. It's not due to damage. No, he gets facial reconstructive surgery so often to conceal his identity. Or at least that's the theory. Not that it works for more then a month or two. The man has a big mouth. He also doesn't seem to grasp what covert means. The lug didn't use to be this bad. My theory is he's drank too many martini and had his face cut open too often. There's only one question going through my mind right now.
Why the hell is James bloody Bond here?