Pentagon, Washington D.C.:
Alya had a difficult time getting into the Pentagon. She had to use several different illusions to get to the department where the records for special projects were kept. A few times, she almost got clocked, but she managed to bluff her way through the security.

Thanks to a special device Deanna gave her, she was able to access the special mission files. She accesses the files and makes a copy of them. Just from her observation, the mission looked like it was straightforward.

After she gets everything she needs. Alya makes her way out of the Pentagon and heads back to Clair’s house with the information. She double-checks her rearview mirror several times to make sure no one is following her.

Using her illusion while she is driving is dangerous. She could hide from sight with her ability, which would confuse anybody following her. Also, with other drivers around her, it would cause problems.

Alya wonders how the other members of the team are doing. She hopes they aren’t drawing attention to themselves. This mission alone was turning into a mess.

George Washington University Hospital:
Agent Trevor was resting in a private hospital room when a nurse entered the room. She looked cute and had a nice figure.

“How are we doing today, Mr. Trevor?” The nurse looks at him with a pleasant smile.

“I’ve been better.” Agent Trevor kept staring at the nurse moving around his room.

The nurse pulls a needle out of her pocket and inserts it into the IV line. She squeezes the plunger and waits for the chemical to start taking effect. She keeps Agent Trevor’s attention on her as she waits for the chemical to begin working.

When Trevor started slurring his words and complained of feeling a little hot. Jasmine knew the drug was entering his system. A sly smile appears on her face as she sits down next to Agent Trevor. “Now, let's talk about who sent you to kill Agent Ada.”

Agent Trevor looks at the nurse and, in a slurred voice, “Who are you?”

An evil smile appears on Jasmine’s face, “I’m the boogie man.”

By the time Jasmine extracts every bit of information from Agent Trevor. She was feeling so dirty and couldn’t believe what he told her. The drug she used was developed by Clair when she worked as an agent for Jack originally.

There was no way the modern-day agents or training centers could prepare their people for the effects the drug caused in the person. She was glad she didn’t have to use the second drug that Clair had developed for Jack. That one was extremely nasty and caused mental and physical damage to the prep.

She discarded the nurse's outfit she wore and put her custom bodysuit back on. She had everything recovered, so Clair and the others could hear what she learned. The corruption at the Pentagon and the White House was unbelievable.

She mounts her custom motorcycle and heads back to the den to go over everything she has.

3571 Military Rd., Arlington, Virginia.:
Vicky was up and moving around. Tammy caught her up on what she had missed so far. She was surprised to see an older version of Tammy in the house. According to Tammy, the woman called herself Brooke. She was the team’s forensics specialist. As for the other woman, who looked like the female version of the Joker from Batman. She was Deanna’s partner and the muscle of the group.

While Tammy and Vicky are sitting in the living room, Vicky’s cell phone beeps, letting her know someone is trying to contact her by video. She recognizes the person as her older brother Kris. She wonders what he wants.

“Hey, Kris.”

“Hey, little sister. How are you and where are you?” Kris heard through his mother that someone tried to attack his sister and Tammy while they were in Washington, D.C.

“At a safe house that the bodyguards' mom and dad arranged to protect me. Where are you right now?” Vicky wonders why her older brother was calling her.

“Twenty miles from Arlington. Mom wanted me to check up on you.” Kris had been contacted by his parents, and they wanted him to check on his sister.

“Look, I don’t think it would be a good idea to come to the safe house. These women who are protecting me might not like visitors.”

Brooke happened to walk by the living room when she heard Vicky talking to someone. She looks at Vicky, “whoever you are talking to, they can come by as long as they play nice.”

Vicky looks up at Brooke, “It’s my older brother. My parents sent him to check up on me.”

“That’s fine. As long as he plays nice, there’s no problem. By the way, what does your brother do?” Brooke was curious.

“He’s a kite for the CIA.” Tammy knew what Kris did for a living.

He specialized in infiltration and assassinations. He had the training to get into and out of the most secure locations without leaving a trace. Most of his training came from his mother, from her days as a stage magician. She also taught him skills she learned from the secretive Hattori clan from Japan.

He bore the mark as an official member of the clan. She knew Vicky had three family members who bore the same mark. Vicky’s mother was one of the three. Her fourth-oldest sister bore the mark and Kris. Not even Sasha had the mark, but then again, Sasha didn’t need the mark. She was dangerous in her own way.

Brooke lets out a low whistle. She knew from working for Clair that only certain people were granted kite status. If any of those people are captured by the enemy, they will be disavowed by the United States.

“Yeah, my older brother isn’t someone you messed with. Most of my family are dangerous people, but the ones who are extremely dangerous are
my parents and my little sister, Sasha.” Vicky knew Sasha was just like their mother.

Thirty minutes later, a fancy beige color car pulls into the driveway. The thing looked like it might be a new type of Ferrari, but the style didn’t match. A female-looking occupant exists from the car. They had dirty blonde short hair and a slim build. They were also dressed in a custom-made business suit that could be either male or female.

Kris had pulled up into the driveway at a normal-looking house in a nice neighborhood. The lawn was manicured, and everything looked like it was well-maintained. He did spot several concealed surveillance cameras and devices. If he were an ordinary person, he wouldn’t have noticed them, but he was trained to spot things others ignored. Not only that, his car had detected the surveillance devices.

Becky had arrived with her intel and gave it to Brooke. She did say that the devices she spotted and disconnected were five years ahead of anything she knew of. Whoever they were dealing with had access to advanced tech.

Becky walks outside with Joker next to her. Vicky and Tammy were behind them.

“Well, if I knew I would be greeted by so many beautiful women, I would have arrived dressed better.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Joker could sense that this person was dangerous.

“Ladies, this is my older brother. His name is Kris Wolfhart. Kris, this is Joker, and this is her partner, Becky.” Vicky introduces her brother to the ladies.

“Working partner or partner, partner?” Kris wanted to get everything straight.

“No, working partner. But sometimes we do enjoy each other’s bodies.” Becky loved seeing how people reacted to her directness.

“Ah, well, I’m used to both.” A smile appears on his handsome face.

“By the way, that’s a nice car. What is it?” Becky wanted to walk over and check the car out.

“It’s a ZXR Storm. Our aunt builds them.” Vicky spoke up because she knew her brother wouldn’t.

“Never heard of them.” Becky wanted to examine the car.

“Only special agents are given those cars. Each car is custom-built to the owner.” Kris figures his sister trusted these women.

“It looks like it was from a Hot Wheels collection.” Becky looks towards Kris and notices he didn’t respond.

A smirk appears on Kris’s face. He chose it from one of his favorite Hot Wheels cars.

“I think we'd better take this inside.” Tammy didn’t want anything to happen to Vicky.

“I agree.” Kris walks over to his injured sister and hugs her.

Afterwards, they all head inside the house.