The Cold War- War of Espionage and Romance

We all know the cold war, the war fought in the shadows, behind closed doors and more. Well what happens when you find a attractive spy, who just happens to be on the other side? Loyalties will be tested, love created, and friendships broken all while trying to avoid a nuclear war, what will happen?

(When filling out a little character sheet I will also want a 'code name' for your character)

Jessica Clare is my name, though that is all you will ever get out of me, and I won't even tell you if that is the truth. My profession is a dark one, not letting me get close to anyone, less they turn their back on me. I can trust no one, and must spy on everyone. I know things that will make your blood chill and more, I use my body, my wits and knowledge to survive and get info for my country. I am American born and raised, in the New York area I-" Need to answer my phone,"Hello?"
"Yes, Swooping Eagle, we have a problem with your bank account, will come down right away to fix it? And please make sure to dispose of any out standing checks on the way."
"That shouldn't be a problem, thanks for telling me I will be there shortly."
"And that's all you will learn about me, see ya!"

Vladimir Dyachenko is my name, but you can call me Vlad. I'd tell you what I do for a living, but then I'd have to kill you, and who would want to kill a pretty girl? Yes, I am Russian, and yes I like vodka. One second please, hello?
"Valkyrie?"
Yes?
"There seems to be an issue with your bank account, will you come and take care of it? Make sure to take care of any outstanding payments on the way."
Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible, thank you.
Alright sweetheart, you're gorgeous, but I've got to go. I'll never call you, but I'll keep you in my mind.

I walk into the bank as I normally do. I have already double checked my steps to make sure no one is following me, and no one was. "Hello, something was the netters with my bank account to you called me?" I asked, like any normal concerned customer would do, not that I was a concerned customer. "Ah yes, Jessica? We have been expecting you, right this way please" I follow Rachel to the room I know so well, the briefing room, looks like I am getting a new mission. "Please wait here, our director will be with you momentarly" I wait in the room, knowing they are probably doing something to confirm that it really is me.

I walked into the bank, adjusting my jacket so my gun was properly concealed. I checked in at the front. I walked up to an open counter with a pretty girl at it.
"Vlad, nice to see you again, I don't suppose you've come to fix those issues with your account?" she greeted me.
"Ah, Elena, it's been quite a long time, no? But to answer your question, yes I've come to sort out those issues." I replied with a smile on my face. Elena was a longtime friend of mine in the agency. She was quite young when she entered the agency at only 19 years old, but I guess they were starting to induct them earlier each year. I snapped out of my thoughts and followed her down a hallway to the left, into a small office.

The director walks in. He a tall man with graying hair that was once black, probably from this high stress environment, wearing a nice black suit with a name tag on it, playing the role of a bank manager. His name tag said James Smith, but that wasn't his real name, I don't even know his real name, just like he doesn't know mine. It was safer that way, in this business it was best to separate personal from work. To me he was simply the director. "So what is the mater with my bank account this time?" I ask, it was the code word, at one point the code word was, what is the matter with my bank account, but with me coming her so often we changed it to that. "Here take a look and see" he said passing me the case folder across the smooth table and directly to me, you could tell he had done that a few times before. I open it up and read.


The mission went on into more detail after that, describing what we knew of his childhood, what they suspected he looked like, pictures they caught on tape with him and much more. "I'm a spy killer now, am I?" I ask a bit more angrily then I expected.
"No, if you don't want to kill him, we will send someone else to. We just want you to find him and figure out what he knows and therefor what the U.S.S.R knows"
"Okay then thank you for your help, I'm glad to see that the problem with my bank account wasn't as bad as I thought" I say the code phrase for, I'm taking this mission.
The Director nodded, "Go out the back door and someone will help you finish sorting this out" and what he actually meant was, get your little gadgets to help you, then leave and work quickly.
I take the mission briefing with me and walk out, Vladimir your all mine I think as a walk out the room.

The director walked into the small office with me. She was an older woman, with sharp facial features and piercing green eyes. Her hair was now graying, but used to be a brilliant shade of red. She wore a properly-fitted pantsuit and tall heeled shoes. I smiled at her, and she just glared at me in return. "And what would be the matter with my account today?" I asked, turning on my charm.
"Here," she said, whipping a folder towards me. My fingertips brushed the smooth surface of the manilla folder. I realized how much I missed doing this. Due to my frequent "problems" with drinking, they had decided to postpone my activity in the field. I opened the folder up to find my mission.

...Your mission is to track down Jessica Clare, one of the U.S.A's best spies. You are required to get as close as possible with her, and find out what she knows. Take necessary measures to complete this mission, even assassination...

I looked up at the director with a charming, if not sadistic smile. "Sounds like fun." I stated, closing the file which contained in depth analysis of this Jessica Clare woman.
"We need you to complete this mission at any cost, and you need to be unaffected by any outstanding personal issues," she said narrowing her eyes at me. I held my hands up innocently.
"I'll do my best," I said. She gave me a sharper glare. "I promise." I said, giving her a steely eyed stare in return. She nodded.
"You will meet with another agent later today at 14:00 at a rendezvous location, and they will provide you with the necessary items for this mission. You are dismissed." The director said before promptly exiting the room, leaving me alone. Elena came in, peaking her head around the corner sheepishly. I smiled devilishly at her.
"Guess who's back in the game?"

I walk through the door, and see Kevin standing in there a long time friend ans fellow spy, as well as tech support when not on missions himself, his really name wasn't Kevin though it was Exton. Just like my name isn't really Jessica it was something else, but that didn't matter right now. "So Kevin, what do you have for me today?" I ask him, still using the code phrase, but in a more sarcastic tone then I would have had it been anyone else.
"Plenty, what do you want?" he asked with a smile on his face
I give him a playful nudge, "Come on, show my what I get" I say.
"Fine" he said with a false resentment, "Follow me and I'll show you"
I follow him to a secret room, that I have been to a million times.
"So for this mission you don't get much, sorry about that, but he is another spy so he would know a lot of the things we would give you, jepordizing the mission. Here is what you do get though, and purse"
She raised her eyebrow at that, "Thanks, but I have one"
He sighed, "Yes, but this has a secret compartment for a gun and a couple other things I am about to give you. It's the only safe place for you to keep them, because I am hoping he won't know what is wrong is different from this purse to lets say a normal purse"
"Okay fair enough, what else do I get?"
"This miniature gun, a couple of flopy disk to download any info you find, I wish I could give you a camera to take pictures of paper, but that would take up to much space so, you will just have to try and remember any important piece of info on your own, oh you also get this" he said and handed her lipstick.
"Okay, lipstick?"
"It contains a corrosive acid that will slowly eat away anything you put it on, sorry that's all you get, so use it wisely, I suppose I could also throw in this poison disguised as makeup"
"Okay I'll take that too, thanks" I say as I grab my new purse with all the stuff in it. I quickly read the bottom of the briefing, looks like I'm going to... Mongolia? That is were we think he is heading, why?

Mongolia. They were sending me to the only country not active in the large sweep of Communism. I shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand as I stepped off of the plane, luggage in hand. I walked over to the driver that the agency had sent for me. He held a sign that said "Dyachenko" and I smiled because I was almost positive that no one in Mongolia had the same name.

I walk of the plane, the sun nearly blinding me as I walk down the steps. Even in the airport I can smell the scent of horse manure, so my mission briefing wasn't lying when it say Mongolia has the most horses per capita than any other county. The weather was a comfortable temp not to hot or cold and according to the airlines it was around 22 degrees celsius, which is about 63 degrees fahrenheit. All I have with me is my carry on which now smells like smoke because of all the people smoking on the plane. As I catch a ride with the rest of the passengers from the plane to the main airport I look around and see that my little bit of peeping before hand (tanning and dying my hair black) payed off and since I am a shorter person than most Americans, I look like a true native of Mongolia. Now just need to work on accent and not speaking English quite perfectly as well as using my Mongolian, ugh I hate Mongolian. I get to the main airport and look for my ride by my 'name' Shira Genghis.

I wasn't required to have a disguise for this mission, for reasons that the director wouldn't tell me. As I walked over to my driver, I noticed a small woman, she looked native to Mongolia but there was something about her that looked off. I looked at the sign she was walking toward. Shira Genghis. I smirked to myself as I nodded at the driver, letting him know I saw him and walked over to her. "Hello," I said, trying to strike up a conversation with the beautiful woman.

I look over at the person who said hi to me, and am plesently surprised. He is a fairly handsom guy who I believe looks a lot like my... Target. Vladimir Dyachenko. Looks like we will see how good my Mongolian accent is. "Hello" I say and a actually surprised at how good the accent is, with the hello I give him a small almost shy smile but at the same time maybe trying to be a bit suductive. "Uh... can I help you?" I ask him.

I smiled back at her. She was doing a good job with her Mongolian accent. I had recognized her facial features as soon as I was close enough to see her face. It was Jessica Clare in the flesh. "Well, if you count going with me to get some Airag as some help, then yes, you can help me." I said, trying to suppress my Russian accent.

When I hear him speak a full sentence I am pretty sure it his him. He does a really good job at hiding his Russian accent, if languages and accents wasn't my speciality I wouldnt have known he was Russian. Now I have to wounded though why is he making this so easy for me, does have a mission to try and suduce me, or is he just this much of a flirt? "I don't know. I don't normally talk to strangers" I say hoping he will now tell me his name so we will no longer be 'strangers' and just for that small chance that he would use his actual name.

I laughed quietly. "Oh Jessica, don't you know we already know each other?" I asked, going in for the obvious. I looked at her sternly now, examining her face closely. The soft slope of her nose, her full and soft lips, but mostly her striking green eyes is what I noticed most. Against her tanned skin they jumped out, like emeralds. I found myself distracted for a moment before remembering that I was on a mission.

I'm a little shocked at first, he knows it's me and my American name. But he doesn't know my actual name, the one that is on my birth certificate. I quickly recover though and say, "as if I would know a Russian." I say in perfect unaccented russian, I've had practice with this accent, just to bother him. Now that he knows who I am though just like I do him I actually take my time to look at him. He was actually quite handsom for a commy. His dark blue eyes just just kinda drew your attention to him and even though his ears kinda stuck out a little more than normal, it looked nice on him. Then she remembered she was on a mission and even if he knew who she was and vis versa she could still get this mission done.

I laughed and replied in Russian. "You speak very good Russian for an American." I compliment her. I recalled reading her profile and noting that she was a linguistics specialist, meaning she could understand and speak multiple languages. I smiled at her again. Something about her told me that this was going to be fun.

I smiled like I actually liked the compliment from a commy, which I didn't, but for some reason the compliment actually made me feel something inside. "thanks Vlad, your Russian isn't that bad either" I tell the native Russian in Russian. "So you getting some food?" I asked him again in english this time ditching the Mongolian accent but not going back to my actual accent, he didn't need to know where I was actually from.

Again, this Jessica Clare managed to get me to laugh again. "So I see you do know my name," I said with a small wink towards her. I was glad that she had stopped with the Mongolian accent and that I could hear her real voice. It had a soft tone to it that was somewhat soothing. I realized that I had yet to answer her question. "Not food, but some sort of alcoholic beverage most likely," I said, hoping that they had some form of hard liquor in Mongolia.

Ah that's right I think there something about him being a drinker in the briefing. The brief hope I had for getting him drunk and maybe figuring out how much he knows about America's plans was cut short when I remember that people with blue eyes had a higher tolerance to alcohol, and definitely had blue eyes and then realized I had been staring into them for to long now. No, what was I thinking, oh yeah I wouldn't be able to make him drunk not at this time of the day in Mongolia. Oh wait I still had to answer his question, "a drink sounds wonderful" I say with a small smile.

"Well then miss Clare, your car or mine?" I asked, arching one of my eyebrows. She looked gorgeous when she smiled I noticed as she accepted the invitation to drinks. I mentally gave myself a kick in the ass, because if there was one thing I wasn't going to do on this mission, it was to be compromised.

I have to stop myself from laughing I always find it funny when people use that name thinking it is my real name. "Or we could walk I know of a good place right down the road, unless you hate horses then we have a problem" it is best to remain neutral, I think and going in either of our cars though I'm pretty sure mine is a horse or two to blend in, maybe not even that.

"Walking is fine, it's not like your ass would look this good if you didn't walk every now and then," I said with a wink. Now I was just playing it up. The fun part about missions where you had to get close to someone for information was alway the seduction side. It was my best angle, or so I'm told.

I give a little fake laugh just to make him happy, he was better when he wasn't trying to be suductive, "Having fun now are you?" I asked him, my way of telling him he better try harder than that if he wants to suduce me. There is also a part of me that wants to see what else he has up his sleeve. Even though it is fun playing this little game of tug of war with Vlad it was also kind of un nearving, there was no false face or anything hiding me. We both know who the other one is and he is a commy spy. This is a game of tug of war I can't lose, looks like I will have to be suductive too.

This could only go on for so long, I thought. This little game. Sooner or later one of us would have to do our job. Become vicious, deceitful, even deadly. I snapped out of my thoughts again and answered her question, "Yes, very much so."