Since Sylvie and Kylie, (or should i say jærve and hippie) met they’ve talked about Budapest. Of course when everyone asks what happened in Budapest, the question was dismissed and the subject was changed. Well, this is what happened in Budapest. Before we go on, I suppose its necessary to tell you that this didn’t even take place in Budapest.
One year prior, Sylvie Larson was discovered breaking into the Danish Embassy in Washington DC to steal files. Well, it was less breaking in, and more impersonating an official. Her mousey brown hair was tied in a neat bun, and she was rocking the pantsuit. Her id badge said she was Katja Lugvitsen, an ambassador. She was looking for information about a drug they were shipping from the US to Denmark. It was more of a freelance job, the FIR hadn’t ordered her to go. The FIR was gone. All of it was gone. The whole base was turned to rubble by the Danish government. But now wasn’t the time to be nostalgic. Her sidearm was hidden under her blazer, but when she reached up to show the guard her badge, the jacket must’ve shifted and made her weapon visible. The next thing she knew she was surrounded by two guards both with their weapons up. They must’ve been new, bless. They were disarmed in a matter of minutes, and Sylvie had them both lying on the ground. Then she took off towards the exit, unaware that the guards had called for backup. God, she missed comms. They usually told her if she was going the wrong way. Sadly, everyone in comms was presumed dead, so there was no getting them back.
An hour later Sylvie was in an interrogation room. She managed to waste their time, and make them annoyed. She was good at that. Then they asked some testy questions and Sylvie had to call for a lawyer. The guards led the now handcuffed girl to a cell, she didn’t mind the cells at the fbi. They were nicer than the ones in MI5. Still she was frustrated. She had messed up, gotten caught. Hopefully it would take them a while to find a defence lawyer fluent in danish. It took them an hour to even find a translator. So she had time. She had time to get out of dodge before they questioned her again. As she took her hair out of it’s bun and pulled out a couple pins, they were soon confiscated. “Have fun with those, won’t you!” Sylvie called as the guard walked away with all of her hair pins. She kicked the wall in frustration. Since plan a was scrapped, she’d have to go for plan b. She didn’t like plan b.
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