InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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"Special Agent Zeshi speaking," came the voice through the phone.

"You are way too formal, Jeriko," Sang smiled into the mouthpiece.

"Sango? You're not supposed to report in for another two weeks. What's going on?"

"Fuck, Jeriko, you know I hate that name."

"Well, I thought Special Agent Sango was too formal for your tastes," Jeriko teased her.

"That's why I make everyone call me Sang. Just because I'm not there to slap the shit out of you right now doesn't mean I won't later," she warned, a feral grin causing her teeth to sparkle white in the dim light of the alley.

"Fine, Sang, just tell me why you're checking in so early?"

"I just got a ticket to the inner circle," she said, and waited for the information to sink in.

"What do you mean? How?"

"Inuyasha liked my style, so he's sending me for some kind of training."

"Training? Wait, when did you meet up with Inuyasha? I thought you were working for Daishi? They haven't had contact with each other in over a year."

"Yeah, well, some meeting came up with Miroku. He's dead, by the way. Unfortunately, they didn't actually talk about what they were talking about, though Inuyasha admitted to having knowledge about some Senator's death. Senator Stone. It sounded like he hired the hit, but that's all inference, totally useless," she relayed her latest information before continuing. "Anyway, I'm supposed to wait to hear from one of Inuyasha's people. And I don't know what the training is, but it sounds like it's gonna be a lot more intense than the bodyguard type stuff I've been doing," she commented.

"I know this is what we've all been waiting for, but..." Zeshi hesitated.

"What."

"Well, you've been sounding more and more like, well, like one of them. 'Bodyguard type stuff'? I don't even think that's proper English. You've been undercover for three years..."

"So, what are you saying? You think I've forgotten who I am? My name is Sango. I am a Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I am investigating one Inuyashaunder the fictitious name Sango in an attempt to gain evidence concerning illegal acts that come under the heading of 'organized crime,' which comes under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Investigative Division of the FBI, the division that I happen to work in. I know where my loyalties lie, Zeshi," Sang finished.

"I'm sorry. I had to bring it up. It's happened before."

"I know. Look, don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'll check in at the regular time."

Sang clicked off her phone and slipped it into her long black trench coat. She needed to go home and get some sleep.

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It was midnight when Kagome finally crossed state lines. She pulled over at the third truck stop she came to and brought out her cell phone. She hit the first memory button and waited.

"Doc," a deep voice came on the line.

He sounded a little impatient.

"Kagome, here. It's done. Package was delivered. Unfortunately, the receipt for delivery was lost due to a fire."

The plastique had destroyed the gun, as well as most of the hotel room, taking care of any useful evidence, including matching the bullet to the rifle. The explosives themselves would be traced back to an international supplier that would be an effective dead end.

Doc entered the information into his computer. The light from his monitor cast eerie shadows over his stJerikog features. He smiled at the code phrases they were forced to use whenever they spoke. There was no way to tell if the smile ever reached his eyes because of the white computer screen image that was reflected from the lenses of his wire rim glasses.

"That's too bad." Kagome heard the clacking of a keyboard being used and then came back on the line. "Payment for delivery has been rendered. I'll be in touch," he said, just before line went dead.

She closed down the phone and walked into the diner and ordered a breakfast plate. Two eggs, two pancakes, three strips of bacon, and four pieces of buttered toast with a little packet of grape jelly on the side. She sipped at her root beer and tried not to think about anything in particular.

She finished her meal and paid the check, then went to the back to use the restroom. Before leaving, she pulled the surgical gloves from her jeans pocket and dropped them into the metal trashcan. She walked out to her truck and got in. Once she was on the road again, she turned on the radio and found a station with music she knew and started singing along. After an hour though, she realized she was getting too tired to drive and pulled into the first motel she could find.

She brought her tote bag in with her and then collapsed onto the bed. After a couple minutes, she got up, placed the ''Do Not Disturb'' sign on the door, and undressed before turning on the TV. She flipped through the channels, letting the TV settle on a news program that seemed to be repeating from earlier in the evening. As soon as she recognized the stage and the crowd, though, Kagome grabbed up the remote again.

She flipped the channel and was happy to see that the porn station was part of the cable package that came with the room. She settled into the bed and tried to exhaust her libido. It really was an excellent diversion and she finally conked out just as the sky was beginning to lighten.

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