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I finally bit the bullet and wrote endgame fic for DC. Probably not a good thing to do at two in the morning, but eh, I'll sleep on the plane. |Db
This one's for Foxx - I have another one planned out for her that requires a lot more thought on my part, and one for J as well. But for now...yes. The Diva is crazy like her namesake.
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Foxx was not a believer in what she called "emotional displays." It was a result of her self-control and the reason she had perfected her poker face, used so often it had become her default expression. Foxx much preferred the calm and the subtle.
Had anyone who knew her been able to see her at this moment, they would likely be understandably surprised to see the look of deep and utter fury marring her face.
That was the problem. Nobody she knew was there. Foxx had insisted on being the one to run the DRT when the rest of the Agency was sent home. She'd made a joke about knowing it would be "done right" that way, and it was mostly true. She knew the CFP technicians were capable; she also knew they weren't as capable as she. Facts of life.
It was only after she'd entered the sequence to send Chieftain, who had insisted upon being the last to go, back home and watched him disappear that the CFP agent approached her. "I'm sorry, miss," he started, flashing his badge at her with a sympathetically fake smile that immediately put her ill at ease, "but before we let you go we'll have to look over your laptop."
For a split second, she simply stared at the man in openmouthed shock. They wanted to look through her laptop. Her files. Her data. They wanted a look. "What?" was all she could finally manage, her grip on the small computer tightening reflexively.
"It's protocol," he explained in a patronizing tone that made her teeth ache. Evidently he couldn't look past the Diva uniform she wore - probably didn't even know what it was. "You see, your computer was hooked up to the DRT, and we need to make sure nothing was transferred. You understand."
She understood perfectly, and if he didn't wipe that smile off his face in the next minute she would likely beat it off of him. "Are you telling me," she demanded, pulling her badge from her pocket and whipping it open more than long enough for him to get a good look, "that you would go through the private files on a government agent's computer on nothing more than baseless suspicion?"
He inspected her badge, then turned that same patronizing smile to her. "That's not a branch of government, miss. At least, not in my dimension."
Obviously his dimension had no idea what it was missing.
After several more seconds of staring at that horrible smile and trying not to let this sudden snap of temper get the best of her, Foxx realized this wasn't a fight she'd be winning. "Fine," she growled, snapping her badge shut and opening her laptop. She entered the password and set everything to Read Only mode (because she'd be damed if they were going to change anything) before handing it over to the CFP agent.
"Thank you," he replied. The tune that smile gave off as it widened whined up and down Foxx's last nerve. She stood in place, lockjawed and tense, until he returned her laptop five minutes later. "There, see, that wasn't so bad."
She began to wonder just what constituted justifiable homicide. Unfortunately, this probably wasn't it.
"Thank you," she offered her own cold reply, snatching her laptop back and stalking up to the DRT platform. The sooner she could get away from him and do some damage control, the better. She nodded to the technician at the controls - not the same person she'd been talking with, thankfully - watching as she performed the same motions Foxx herself had done so many times. She watched the technician input the sequence, initialize it-
And suddenly she was back at the Agency, running behind Missy and Starr, en route to the hangar and from there a Mission. Exhaustion forgotten in the exhiliration of a successful return, of being home again, and of an impending Mission.
They stopped at the car, Starr and Missy turning to face her. "Welcome back," Starr greeted her with a knowing smile, a perfect counterpoint to the sheer joy on Missy's face. "Are you ready for this?"
Foxx couldn't help but return the smile. "Of course."
It was a shame how most people really didn't understand the uses of a SD card. Most people used them in digital cameras, not realizing the plethora of information the tiny piece of tech could hold otherwise. Foxx, however, was not "most people." Nobody from CFP had thought to search her. Even if they had, she doubted they could have found the SD card tucked away in the hidden pocket of her badge wallet. Even on the way to the mission, she couldn't help but smirk when she thought about it. Yes, SD cards held a lot of data, modified ones even more so. The programming code and blueprints from the DRT would be enough to keep her busy for a long time to come.
This one's for Foxx - I have another one planned out for her that requires a lot more thought on my part, and one for J as well. But for now...yes. The Diva is crazy like her namesake.
~~*~~
Foxx was not a believer in what she called "emotional displays." It was a result of her self-control and the reason she had perfected her poker face, used so often it had become her default expression. Foxx much preferred the calm and the subtle.
Had anyone who knew her been able to see her at this moment, they would likely be understandably surprised to see the look of deep and utter fury marring her face.
That was the problem. Nobody she knew was there. Foxx had insisted on being the one to run the DRT when the rest of the Agency was sent home. She'd made a joke about knowing it would be "done right" that way, and it was mostly true. She knew the CFP technicians were capable; she also knew they weren't as capable as she. Facts of life.
It was only after she'd entered the sequence to send Chieftain, who had insisted upon being the last to go, back home and watched him disappear that the CFP agent approached her. "I'm sorry, miss," he started, flashing his badge at her with a sympathetically fake smile that immediately put her ill at ease, "but before we let you go we'll have to look over your laptop."
For a split second, she simply stared at the man in openmouthed shock. They wanted to look through her laptop. Her files. Her data. They wanted a look. "What?" was all she could finally manage, her grip on the small computer tightening reflexively.
"It's protocol," he explained in a patronizing tone that made her teeth ache. Evidently he couldn't look past the Diva uniform she wore - probably didn't even know what it was. "You see, your computer was hooked up to the DRT, and we need to make sure nothing was transferred. You understand."
She understood perfectly, and if he didn't wipe that smile off his face in the next minute she would likely beat it off of him. "Are you telling me," she demanded, pulling her badge from her pocket and whipping it open more than long enough for him to get a good look, "that you would go through the private files on a government agent's computer on nothing more than baseless suspicion?"
He inspected her badge, then turned that same patronizing smile to her. "That's not a branch of government, miss. At least, not in my dimension."
Obviously his dimension had no idea what it was missing.
After several more seconds of staring at that horrible smile and trying not to let this sudden snap of temper get the best of her, Foxx realized this wasn't a fight she'd be winning. "Fine," she growled, snapping her badge shut and opening her laptop. She entered the password and set everything to Read Only mode (because she'd be damed if they were going to change anything) before handing it over to the CFP agent.
"Thank you," he replied. The tune that smile gave off as it widened whined up and down Foxx's last nerve. She stood in place, lockjawed and tense, until he returned her laptop five minutes later. "There, see, that wasn't so bad."
She began to wonder just what constituted justifiable homicide. Unfortunately, this probably wasn't it.
"Thank you," she offered her own cold reply, snatching her laptop back and stalking up to the DRT platform. The sooner she could get away from him and do some damage control, the better. She nodded to the technician at the controls - not the same person she'd been talking with, thankfully - watching as she performed the same motions Foxx herself had done so many times. She watched the technician input the sequence, initialize it-
And suddenly she was back at the Agency, running behind Missy and Starr, en route to the hangar and from there a Mission. Exhaustion forgotten in the exhiliration of a successful return, of being home again, and of an impending Mission.
They stopped at the car, Starr and Missy turning to face her. "Welcome back," Starr greeted her with a knowing smile, a perfect counterpoint to the sheer joy on Missy's face. "Are you ready for this?"
Foxx couldn't help but return the smile. "Of course."
It was a shame how most people really didn't understand the uses of a SD card. Most people used them in digital cameras, not realizing the plethora of information the tiny piece of tech could hold otherwise. Foxx, however, was not "most people." Nobody from CFP had thought to search her. Even if they had, she doubted they could have found the SD card tucked away in the hidden pocket of her badge wallet. Even on the way to the mission, she couldn't help but smirk when she thought about it. Yes, SD cards held a lot of data, modified ones even more so. The programming code and blueprints from the DRT would be enough to keep her busy for a long time to come.
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Seriously love this.
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Awww thank you :3
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