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[Scottish Girl]

One of the CIA agents walked over,"But the king ordered no special ops agents should be released, espe Italy Andrew. Andrew disn'g have time to get back to his own kingdom to passs in his information, if he was to get back it was be a disaster," he warned, getting a glare from Andrew.

Andrew was watching what the CIA agents were doing carefully. He glanced to see they were in a conversation and approached the boot on a truck, and bet down seeing cans of something. Andrew picked it up and held it closer to his face, but couldn't make out the words.

[Freelancer Texas]

Ivy walked over to them. "the king hm? Well if you don't remember the assasination. I do very well, very well indeed." she looked at Andrew. "Andrew. My name is ivy dark. I'm not a enemie. I know of your past. As Alan does. I want no CIA agent under my words speak as I do. I want no arguing or you'll meet my dog. And I promise you that you'll hate it." she smiled. "now, as I was saying, we don't want to hurt you and Alan and I will not. I promise you this. If you can understand me tell me. Scottish, I know. I can understand you perfectly. I can pass te information down as I have family there as well. My blood brother and my mother." she said standing there her hand behind her back. "if you go along with my orders you won't have any problem, but you'll listen to my words. All we know if I didnt show up the guard could be beating you, oh that reminds me Alan. We didnt pay the man his money. Oh well he forgot." she chuckled

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew put the can down reluctantly and turned to face her, his arms folded. Of course Andrew didn't say anything, he was going to wait for he to speak first, even though he had little choice. One of the CIA agents pick up a whip and Andrew stepped back quickly, but relaxed when he put it in the car,"I'm not working for you," was all Andrew said, his accent strong, and his eyes dazzling blue.

The CIA agents laughed softly,"That was a mistake," they said. Andrew looked different in his camouflage uniform, and he could barely. Resh because of the collar. Of course Andrew. Ouldn't touch the collar or he would get an electric shot.

[Freelancer Texas]

Ivy sighed snapping. "what did I say? I said not to interupt me. And you did. I'm not in the mood to discuss these mattes right now." she looked at Andrew. "it's Hardky working. I have to have people following me around like my brother so sometimes he does it, but you try being sick for weeks." she said. "and I have no need to see another whip! I swear ill break the next one I see... Andrew a question. Would you rather be in there getting beat or here? I csn send you right back. A matter fact... I'll be back" she said walking back into the auction room alone. "hello is anyone here?" she asks shutting the doors.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew bit his lip, his blue eyes shining as he turned to the auction house, and swallowed. Andrew sighed softly, his captain would probably be disgraced. Andrew nodded softly in agreement, his head bent. Andrew watched her walk back in and bit his lip, hoping she wasn't going to get her money back or return him.

Only the host was left, with his own slaves, cracking his whip and telling them to get on with their work,"Ahh, how can I help you," he asked with a smile, noticing Andrew was leaning against the door frame.

[Freelancer Texas]

Ivy turns her head to Alan nodding. "Alan go take Andrew to my brother. For now. Lucky if I don't kill you today." she was talking about Alan and him busting in. She looked back at the host. She tried to handle herself from just snatching the whip. She badly hated them. "I have a question for you. Also, you never stopped us for your money." she said trying to not laugh. "I have it." she said still trying not to laugh.
Alan Nods to Ivy's comment pulling Andrew. "sorry kid. I might be her boss, but I hate to get on her bad side." and it was true. When she was in a bad mood she was in a bad mood. "hey Crawley. Ivy told me to bring him over here." Crawley sighed looking up. "alright." he mutters that's all he had to say.
Ivy had her hands behind her back. She also ended up hidding something. All anyone knew it could be a grenade, a gun, or just a tiktac. "it's a question havin to do with Andrew." she said shutting the door. She was cautious to make sure no one could here them. She swore she wouldn't survive talking to the man for even 2 minutes. If she did she would be lucky. Bad enough she had really been angered by the guard, but it wasn't as bad now. She came in at a good time and boy did she have some ideas.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew was pushed into the house, and just managed to keep his balance. He glanced at Allan, and the other CIA agents and snorted when they called him Crawley,"What sort of name is that," he remarked, rather annoyed he had been dragged over here, and he was wearing a collar.

The host smiled,"I was just makif up the bill, I was going to send it over," he said and folded te price of paper, handing it to her. He lent back,"What can I help you with, oh, I forgot, you need Andrews records, that's if he he's into any kind of trouble, which is likely," he said, handing her a sheaf of papers, saying where Andrew was born, how many siblings he has, who his parents are etc.

[Freelancer Texas]

Cralwey looked at him. "it's what the small one calls me. My sister. Names Jason actually. I figured no one who didn't know bout MI6 would know about this. I expected you now to know me." he looked at the agents. "if he causes you problems come to me. Even though." he stood and chuckled.


Ivy took them and had a case in her hand. "yes I already know everything I can about him. It's much to remember. I did say I was MI6 and CIA. My dad is also someone to know. Now, it's possible to give a slave back correct? If I did, I said if... No you could keep the money as well. And I have a propisition for you, sir." she tried sounding nice,

[Scottish Girl]

The tall man smiled,"Yes you can return him," he said, turning to one of the slaves and shouting at them to hurry up. He clipped his briefcase closed,"What can I do for you?" he asked, not sounding too pleased about being held up.

The CIA agents turned away and started talking to Allan, letting Andrew wander. Andrew glanced at them to see if they were watching, and saw they weren't so he slipped a small chip out of his sleeve, and slipped into the room on the right, sitting down at the computer and started typing furiously. Something popped up, a red box saying CIA database firewall disabled. Andrew grinned and slipped the chip into the computer and pressed upload. Andrew quickly stood up, glancing oh the corner of his eye to watch it upload and looked at the door, trying to look innocent.

[Freelancer Texas]

Ivy rolled her eyes. "your like every other brat, so here." she held out the case. It had the money in it.. And little something else that couldn't be caught on a metal detector. "what else is at the bottom is dangerous. Well to... You probably." she smiled walking out. "and I won't be returning him."

Crawley walked over to Andrew watching him. "wow not bad. Not bad at all. I've known only one person to do that in my whole life time. Your not so bad kid." he said watching.
Alan listened to what they had to say, but was easily bored. He hated the CIA. Always getting into the jobs his agents had to do.