The Goodbye Girls: A Story of Subterfuge

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The near decade of field operative work you'd spent moving from assignment to assignment in CEDIT- The Committee for Expedient Deescalation of International Terrorism- could never have prepared you for your latest upward movement. When a discrete communication came through on your personal terminal, telling you that you'd be moving to Washington to join the elite spy team, code-named "The Goodbye Girls," you couldn't believe it.

First off, this movement took you from field work into a cushy handler position... You'd be sitting at the desk where your handlers had always barked orders at you, monitoring and directing movements. You'd never been a slouch, but still, this sort of position was usually reserved for spies with what you'd call "tenure," meaning they'd been around long enough to remember when typewriters were company equipment. It was no secret that this elite team was basically CEDIT's trump card; these agents were the ones you called in when the situation was too messy or too difficult to be handled by anyone less. The agents existed only in legends... and what legends they were. Several Hollywood movies had been produced just off of accumulated rumors of their accomplishments.

Secondly... you weren't a girl. Did they really want a guy behind the wheel of the Goodbye Girls? Even as appreciative as you were for the pay raise, the paid relocation, and all of the other many perks a group like CEDIT could offer, you felt a sense of anxiousness... Perhaps too much time in the spy business had just made you mistrusting, but the whole assignment smelled fishy.

Your pocketed laminate badge named you as Nathaniel Speck, a field agent for CEDIT with an impressive mission record in eastern Europe. Your listed accolades achieved there were many, but could any of them prepare you for this next assignment?

You arrived in Washington and set up your belongings in a very swag penthouse suite in a five star hotel, the kind any spy would be happy to spend the night in and often did in the movies. These were just temporary dwellings while your real base of operations was established, but you couldn't help but appreciate it... and to wish you had someone to share the honeymoon suite's giant bed with. The spy life hadn't left you a lot of time for romance, besides the occasional off-the-books fling in a foreign country... But "occasional" was the keyword there. Hollywood liked to play up the glamorous aspects of the life and forget about all the paperwork, the button pushing, and the long hours, which often culminated in an agent such as yourself falling onto their face in their bedroom in the wee hours of the morning.

But all of that was in the past now! It was a cushy handler's life for you going forward. As you thought that to yourself, your champagne glass cracked, sending both the bubbly and shards of glass all over your arm, which you were then to clean with a deep, annoyed sigh. This should have been interpreted as a pretty bad omen, in hindsight.

You knew CEDIT had no above-ground offices, but all subterranean offices must be accessed through some kind of entrance, obviously. In this case, you entered through what appeared to be a tourist information center and golf course, but actually gave way to a tremendous series of labyrinthine, winding subterranean tunnels. These led to offices, laboratories, shooting ranges, and all sorts of other CEDIT assets. After presenting the password to the gatekeeper, receiving your keycard, and entering inside, it became very clear to you that many CEDIT teams must be hosted here, not just your Girls.

Your Girls... That still felt strange to say. Still, you were a consummate professional. You weren't going to get carried away, just because a bunch of famous, reportedly sexy super agents were all under your command now. You had more pride than that.

Of course, even handlers have bosses; now that you'd reached the office where you'd been told to report, it was time to meet yours. As you slowly cracked open the door, the somewhat mousy woman inside jumped to her feet as though you were a ghost. "It isn't me! The mole's someone else!!" she defended, now crouching to hide behind her desk. Well... this was a strange introduction. You gave her your name then patiently informed her that you'd been asked to report here. Hearing your male voice seemed to calm her significantly; she rose to her feet and straightened her skirt, then took a seat, crossing her hands with an official-looking frown and shining, horn-rimmed librarian glasses as though nothing had happened.

Instead of gesturing for you to take a seat, she pointed to the door. "Please lock that," the woman requested that in an official, but impatient sounding voice. When you complied, she pointed towards the blinds... you closed those as well. Then she pointed to the air-duct. You climbed atop a small stepladder, grumbling, and pushed a sound-proof grate in front of it. You knew better than anyone that CEDIT valued secrecy... but sheesh!

After a few more ridiculous security checks, sweeping your palms beneath various surfaces where bugs might be planted, you were finally permitted to take a seat across from the chief.