Frankie walked into the Vault, having arrived just after the rest of the team. She pulled off her coat and draped it over a chair as she sat down and watched John Kilmer and Colonel Atkins carefully. Supposedly they were going to explain to them all what had been going on.
"I'm glad you're all here." Colonel Atkins said as he looked around the table, mentally taking roll call. "As you all know, we hired Miss Alora Stari almost a year ago…and she has been a valued member of our team ever since." He gave a slight nod toward Alora as somewhat of a 'thank you'. "We got Alora a lead position in Jamison's terrorist organization so that she could feed us information. We hoped she would get us enough to be able to arrest Mr. Jamison, which we haven't been able to do until now."
"It was a secret between Colonel Atkins, Alora, and myself." John Kilmer said, finally butting into the conversation. "I'm sorry we had to leave the rest of you out of it, but we figured the fewer who know about it, the better."
"So Alora's not really a terrorist?" Frankie asked skeptically…after all, Alora had pointed a gun at her face, threatening to fire it.
Alora laughed softly. "Hardly. My brother really was, however, so Colonel Atkins thought I would be the perfect choice for this position…it would give me a legitimate reason to want to become a terrorist."
Mo leaned back in his chair, still somewhat confused. "But you said you wanted to kill Frankie because she shot your brother."
Alora frowned slightly at this statement. "I was ashamed of my brother's position as a terrorist…I never wanted to avenge his death. But raising a gun to Frankie was the only way I could think of to keep Jamison from leaving the scene before John arrived to arrest him. If you recall, he was trying to get me to leave…I had to stop him somehow. I'm sorry if I offended you, Frankie."
Frankie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Don't worry about it." Was all that she could think of to say.
Jelani grinned slightly. He had been eager to trust Alora from the beginning, and now he was glad that he had. "So you've never really been a member of that terrorist organization?"
She shook her head. "No. I've always been loyal to the Threat Matrix team. Jamison knew I had a position here, but he thought I had gotten it so that I could feed him information…but it was really exactly the opposite." She leaned back in her chair, but winced when she remember her broken ribs. There wasn't really anything the doctors could do for her…she was just told to take it easy and let them heal on their own.
Frankie nodded, beginning to understand. "Alora, I'm sorry I doubted you."
Alora smiled. "It's alright, Frankie."
John and Colonel Atkins exchanged grins…it was about time the two females started getting along.
Just then Lark came into the room from the lab downstairs. She was carrying a large box, and when she set it down on the table everyone realized that it was actually a large cake.
What's this for? Holly signed.
"A celebration for a job well done!" Lark set a knife down on the table and enough plates for everyone.
"Isn't this a little ridiculous?" Colonel Atkins asked. "We've never had cake for any other missions." Roger Atkins seemed to think that their job was too serious to be celebrating with cake.
Tim shook his head. "Well, there's always room for a little change, Colonel."
Everyone laughed at this statement.
"Dig in!" John Kilmer said above the murmurs of everyone around the table. And with that everyone held their plates up to Lark who was placing slices of cake on each one.
I guess you could call this….mission accomplished.
Well everybody...that's it! How'd you like it? I hope you could understand the end...if not, let me know and I'll fix it to be more clear. Is it worth a sequel? Please let me know!