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Summary: A spaceships hits the planet earth. Richard Grayson, formidable CIA agent is sent to investigate and perhaps prevent an alien from invading. Little does he know, the alien invades his own heart. But of course she has her own enemies after her.
"Agent Grayson?" came a voice from the entrance of his office.
"Come in," Richard said annoyed. "What is it that's so important that you had to interrupt?"
The secretary looked a little discomfited. "The boss wants a word with you. Says he has an important mission for you."
"Oh?" Now Richard's interest was piqued.
"He says to come right away." With that, the secretary whisked herself away. Interesting.
Richard Grayson stood up and made his way to the boss's office. Richard was a guy with looks that made woman worship him. He had ebony black hair he always spiked, unless he needed to remain under cover. He also had wonderful blue eyes that looked like the ocean in its deepest part, which he always hid under shades. He had the body of a god, muscular and lean, killer six pack and his muscles rippled whenever he moved his arm. He wasn't a super giant and he wasn't short. In short, perfect. Well, he had a sharper personality than most and had no patience for stupidity. He hated taking jobs which were a waste of time and he was freakishly amazing at shooting. He was really good at remaining under cover and where his eye went, so did the bullet he shot. He always maintained what everyone called a poker face—giving off nothing and seemingly unreceptive. In other words, perfect Central Intelligence Agent.
Richard pushed open the boss's door and was confronted with the man. "You called?"
"Yes," the boss replied. "We have a… situation."
"That's usually the case."
"Don't act smart with me, Grayson. I am taking the precautions of a level five emergency. I need you to look into it."
"Level five?" Richard felt his eyes widen beneath his shades. That was the highest level of danger and clearly something was up.
"That is what I said," the boss replied, sounding a little irked. "Think you're up for the job?"
"Definitely," Richard replied, cracking his knuckles.
"Good. See Jane for the briefing and talk to Brad about gadgets. I'm counting on you, Grayson. Don't underestimate this case."
"Sir." Richard saluted the boss and left the office, closing the door behind him. Immediately, Jane confronted him. "So what've we got, Jane?" Richard asked her.
She handed him a file, which he opened and glanced at as she spoke. "It's strange. It appears—well—that an alien ship has crashed into the planet earth."
"How close to the agency?"
"It was near Jump," Jane replied promptly.
Richard's brow furrowed as he walked with Jane at his side. "I need transportation."
"That's what I'm here for," came a deep voice just ahead of him.
"What've you got for me, Brad?"
"State of the art bomb blades. You got yourself a private jet to Jump which will take off in fifteen minutes. Here's your pick of guns and I'll get you filler bullets, no worries. Check the pen, you're gonna need it. I made sure to load in your favorite gadgets; your stuff is at your cousin's house."
"Roth? Man that woman creeps me out."
"She's the only family in Jump that won't question you being there and she's a cop. I'd have signed you up at a hotel or something, but Jump seems to have extra tight security and I'm not in the mood to tamper with that. Plus you have to book weeks in advance."
"Can't someone tap the system?" Richard asked desperately.
"Nah, Roy's got his hands busy."
Richard glared at Brad. "Fine, saddle me with Miss Attitude. You sure she won't question?"
"She doesn't deal with stuff outside her own business. She knows to keep her mouth shut and you need some family time."
"This is a Level Five. I don't have time for 'family time'."
"Too bad. Best to keep everything as quiet as possible. Now shut up and let me continue. You have ten minutes til take off. Stone's in Gotham; he'll meet you at Roth's. He's your computer guy. Now, that over there is your bomb blade."
"Looks like an i-pod to me."
"Don't mistake it for one. You'll blow up in a minute or cut yourself on the outside. Leave it in its case if you don't want to get hurt."
"Whatever; just load me with the usual and let's get out of here. The sooner I'm in Jump the happier I'll be. And make sure I have my big gun."
"Done. And trust me, you won't be the only one who's happy you're outta here," Brad replied.
Richard glared at Brad and stalked up to the roof of the building. A jet was waiting for him and he climbed in.
TTTTT
Richard refused to stop at Roth's house until after he investigated the scene. From the looks of it, it looked like some massive crater hit earth. He inched in closer and peered down the crater. What the—He had no idea what this was. There was no spaceship, only this stuff that looked like steel and it seemed to fit only a person. It was definitely not scattered everywhere. It was contained in one area. And the steel stuff was moving. A groan escaped it, followed by two emerald lasers.
"Holy—" Richard grabbed his gun and pointed it toward the moving mass. Inching closer, he realized this steel stuff was on the body of a person. Or was it? It heaved itself to its feet; a groan could be heard. Immediately the thing—whatever it was—spotted him and noticed the gun. The emerald lasers solidified into emerald orbs. The face was blocked by a helmet like substance. However, the body of the thing was clearly feminine, for it had curves. The steel substance seemed to be armor for the alien.
"What are you!" Richard yelled harshly at the thing. "I don't want to hurt you, but I need you to tell me who you are, why you're here and are you trying to kill anyone."
"Griptock. Ungleh gliptock," came the harsh, guttural reply.
"I'm sorry, I don't have gliptock, but if we speak this through I'm sure we can come to an understanding." Richard cocked his gun, ready to shoot on moment's notice. The thing moved toward him. "Stop!"
The thing regarded him and lifted its hand. Before Richard could blink, it removed its helmet and Richard felt his jaw go slack, even if his grip on the gun firmed up. It was a woman, with bright green emerald orbs and a face of a goddess. High cheekbones and a generous mouth. Her skin was tanned and flaming red hair crowned her face. She looked like an angel, despite her armed persona. She held up her hands showing she meant no harm. Richard lowered the gun ever so slightly. She smiled at him, moving slowly toward him. It was getting too close for comfort. Before he knew what was happening, she seized him by the front of his shirt, kissed him full on the lips and knocked his gun out of his hand simultaneously. He felt flushed and confused, but that was for a millisecond. Then she backed away from him.
"I mean the no harm," she said, still holding up her hands.
Richard glared at her as he picked up his gun and aimed it at her yet again. "Give me one reason not to shoot you on the spot."
The girl smiled at him. "Because it will not do the penetrating of the armor and you will be at the end of dead."
"What?" Richard snarled, not understanding her.
"Please, I mean no harm," she repeated.
"Why the hell did you knock my gun out of my hand, miss 'I mean no harm'?!?!"
"It was a not on purpose incident. I was merely learning your tongue."
"Some learning. What are you doing here?"
"I am doing the running away," she replied.
"Criminal. What law did you break?"
"I beg the pardon of you? Please, sir, if you do not do the lowering of the gun, I will lose the patience and I will do the hurting."
"Is that a threat?"
"I am sorry, but I do not do the understanding of your words."
Richard pointed the gun at her head. "It may not penetrate your armor, but your beautiful little head is not protected."
Her eyes started glowing. "I did the warning!" Before he knew it, some firebolt thing flew from her hand and knocked the gun out of his hand.
This was the second time this woman alien thing caught him off guard and he was pissed. He was supposed to be the untouchable agent and this woman made him drop his guard, twice! No more mister nice guy.
He aimed a punch at her, which she neatly blocked. She did not notice his other arm coming toward her head and he knocked her over. She glared at him and flew at him at full speed, like a soccer ball picking up inertia. He tumbled over and she flew off, only to attack him with more of those bolt things.
"What the hell!" Richard had enough. He took out his gun and started firing at whatever seemed to be moving. More than once he heard a clink, proving his shots connected. And then came an attack from up above and it was most definitely not from the girl. The girl muttered some curses, flew into him again and they both tumbled headlong into a crevice.
"Please do the holding of the stills," she told him, as she watched the sky. "I do not wish to do the hurting of you further."
"What are you?" Richard whispered angrily.
She grinned at him. "A fugitive."
"Are they after you?"
The alien girl nodded.
"Why?"
"I shall do the telling of it later. If you would be so kind into remaining hidden, I think I can do the distracting."
"Tell it to someone who cares. Listen girl, I'm an agent and I work under my rules. Don't tell me what to do."
She shrugged and pointed. Out piled these lizard like bodies and they did not look the least bit friendly.
Richard glared at the girl again. "I'm calling in back up."
"That would not be the wise thing to do," the girl told him. "Anyone they do the noticing of will be the goner."
"What are we supposed to do?" Richard asked her furiously.
"Do the taking of them down. And I must request of you to stop the shooting at me. It leaves the blisters."
"Whuss," Richard muttered. The two readied themselves for an all out attack. And to think, he hadn't even checked in with his cousin yet. "But don't think I'm trusting you after this is over."
"I never did the asking."
Richard shook his head exasperated. "Alright, let's take these suckers down."
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