WC5 - Project DPR, Codename Templar One

Months earlier

"Donna...."

"Littleman," Donna was very quiet as the 15 year old held her arm. "Why are we here?"

Opening the door to the Legion Hall, " Donna darling.. The next part of your training.. Immersion!"

An old man in leather chaos walks up, "Mr. Colt.. Colonel Dubios.." Looking at the woman on his arms, "A woman.. Wallace told me.. S@#$ she.."

"Oh shut the hell up, " An older woman growled. "Littleman.. "

"Sargent Carwitz..  I see the old dogs are here," Andros walks Donna over to the table.. "Gentlemen I thank you for your service.. "

"You were the original Templar One," An old man with a recon tattoo sat in a mobile chair.. "This B#$%^ beat Frosk.. I'll be D@#$ed.. "

"Littleman.. They know?"

"That this Fourteen year old was awarded 32 medals for performance in the line of duty.. Or that he rescued your predecessor after they F#$%ed up and left him behind," Colonel Dubios tossed a beer to Donna. "So they made a skirt the next Templar one?"

Using just her thumb Donna opened the beer, "You believe that this little A$$hole traveled through time?"

"God no," Carwitz opened her beer with a bottle opener.. "I believe the F#$%ing 32 medals.." Looking at Andros, "Aint a single d@#$ one of us gonna call that little S@#$ sir.. Let alone Captain.." 

Andros coughed and spoke in his older voice, "SARGENT."

Carwitz came to attention as did all the others standing, "Sir.." Shaking it off, "F#$% you kid!"

The old Colonel smiled, 'So what in the H#$$ do you expect of us Kid? From what Wallace and Cross told us she is deadlier then most of us in this room."

Andros gave a really look to the Colonel..

"Have a seat Devil Dog.." The old Marine smiled as he looked at her legs, "Perhaps we can see if this Walking mattress has what it ta..."

Donna slapped the old Recon man knocking his beer out of his hand, "It is Wookie Mam.. Or Walking Mattress Mam.. Gunny.. Mam being the key point!"  

The Recon Gunny started to move but frooze, as a gun was at the side of his face..

Laughing, the old Colonel calmly moved, "Well gunny looks like your in a tight spot.."

"I never saw her hands move," Taking a deep breath. "My apologies mam.."

The gun disappeared, "Clean up the beer you spilled old F#$%.." Looking at Andros, "So you said immersion Littleman.."

Carwitz looked at Donna's face, "You have a black eye.." 

"I had to explain to her that she was NOT the best of the best.. That is reserved for her fellow cock suckers. " Andros takes a bottle of water, "Colonel.. You boys will be continuing her education.. She will work at Davis mothan with the other Knuckle heads."

"I will ask again exactly what are we supposed to teach her," Colonel Dubios leaned back.. After thinking, "We are supposed to tell her our war stories.."

"Really Littleman," Donna was annoyed.. "I.." She swallows hard after a glare, "Yes sir.."

"Military history as told from those who lived it," Carwitz wiped up the spilled beer as she picked up the bottle. 

"She has spirit.. Reminds me of HM3 Shink.." The old Recon Gunny laughed, "Faggot through and through. But the D@#$ boy never F#$%ing ran.. I remember it like it was yesterday. We were in the Jungle.. "

"God not this D@#$ story again," Colonel Dubios laughed shaking his head.. Putting his hands two feet apart, "The fish was this big..."

"It was twelve miles uphill both ways back in the day," Carwitz laughs..

"F#$% you all.. Just remember this little B#$%^.. if you can track the enemy they can track you," The old gunny flicked off everyone..

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Pausing, Templar One looks a different direction from the men she was tracking. She Parkours up a tree and starts going high up into the canopy.

After sitting for about ten minutes four armed soldiers start walking under her..

(Translated from spanish)

"Boss said she must have gotten spooked.." One of the kill squads whispers, "Sir..  There is no way she could have known were had set up an ambush."

The lead Point man halts the group and they move out to the sides.

Not moving, Templar One, watched as the men below her took a few minutes to orient themselves..

"They know she is here and they sent us out to find her," The officer shook his head.. Looking down at his arm. "She should have walked right into our trap.. We got her bugged and is with in three hundred feet. She is to green to.."

The Officer Freezes as Templar One aims her weapon, in the next three seconds two of the men are dead and the other two wounded.. Running down the tree to the best of her ability, Templar One is forced to flip off the the tree as her steps became unsure. She jumps between the two trees and lands a few seconds later.

"Please we," Templar One kills the man on the ground next to officer..

"Speak english," Templar one puts a bullet into the mans knee. "Tell me how you are tracking me!"

"F#$% you.. I am as good as," The Officer never finishes his statement as Donna puts a bullet in his cloth masked face.

Templar One Starts stripping the soldiers.. Looking over the gear she starts sizing up the issue.. Looking at the arm band on the officers arm an idea crosses her mind. she takes out a device and links to the pad.. 

A young Females voice answers, "Who.. Oh.. Andros is asleep.."

"Actually Diana I am looking for you.. Can you do your voodoo S#$% with technology for me," Templar one speaks.." the bastards have a tracker on me.."

"Donna," andros speaks half asleep..

"Andros.."

"Austin hang on a second," Diana sounds like she is grabbing equipment. "I am trying to access this and I am out of star fleet tech magic.. Keep you device connected to the pad please.."

"Captain.. You were right.. they did have a way to bug the other Templar One's," Templar One takes a knife out and cuts off the arm band.. "High Austin.. "

"Donna," austin responds as she yawns.. "It is three oclock in the morning.."

As Donna proceeds with her back up plan, "Sorry to cock block you sir.. Duty calls.. Proceeding with Kor' Nam' Raq directives."

Donna starts staging the bodies, setting up explosives and wires..

"Diana.. " andros responds to a beep, "Assume it is all a trick.. This means they probably had her ingest it."

"Andros it says here in the devices crap, that it is on her person.." Diana yawns, "I am almost in.."

"My nerdie band chica," andros kissing Diana fills the air.. "It is easy if you split it up and into different parts.. Non-traceable individually.. "

"F#$%.. Sir.. " Donna looks down as one of the devices beeps, "Sir.. I have an idea.. Can I borrow your tongue?"

"Donna give me a minute and I can," Diana pauses.. "Crap.. These bastards are playing dirty.. I.. Do you want me to keep playing like I am trying.. These systems are dumb systems and I would have to be there.. "

Speaking in klingon, "the Death of Sloan sir.. I will complete my mission Littleman.." Donna starts stripping out of her gear quickly..

"Death of Sloan," austin whispers in english? "Dumb systems.."

Donna says nothing as she starts putting on the enemy's gear after sniffing it.. "Idiots have their faces partially covered with mask and some advanced shades.."

"Leave the com and arm band where I can hear the voices," andros takes a deep breath. "Austin my dear.."

"Littleman we talked about this.. No secrets," austin is very firm..

Donna sets out the weapons the men used to have at various hiding spots. she settles in behind one of the tree, "I smell them sir.. Dog Zebra time.."

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"Templar One is dancing on the tables. Our Agents are behaving quiet ungentlemanly in response to this undisciplined American.." A heavy British accent filled the air, "Sir Nigel.. What are we going to do with the yank?"

A very proper looking man, sat at his desk reviewing a file. "Perhaps it would be wiser for you to pay better attention, Agent Avi. She is evaluating our agents.."

"She is down to her knickers. A complete shame on the Yanks if you..." Avi pauses, "Evaluating our Agents.. Why that is preposterous! "

Bringing up the scene on a large monitor in his office, Sir Nigel shook his head as he watched Templar One dance. "Watch the pattern of movement and her interactions with the various men." Both men pause when Templar One starts giving a lap dance to one of the female Agents, "Makes you wonder what the Yanks use for disciplinary actions.."

Avi laughs as he is glued to the screen trying not to be.

Nigel sighs as he goes back to a file he had, "This Templar One was hand selected for the job by the First one.. It appears she went through.. Bloody Hell..  That is what This Templar One went through to become Templar One.."

"She can dance boys," A females voice carries warmth as it speaks. "An interesting Evaluation process."

Sir Nigel and Agent Avi come to attention standing quickly..

"Your Majesty, " Sir Nigel starts to bow.. "Duchess I apologize for the shop talk.."

"Agents.. I am not here officially.." Looking at the screen, "I agree with your assessment. One is left wonder what the Americans other means of operations are. Sir Nigel, I have heard much worse with much less good reason. Strange Ducks indeed." The Duchess turns to Agent Avi.. "May the crown have a few minutes alone to talk with Sir Nigel, If MI-6 has no other pressing business. " The dutchess looks back at the two guards with her, "My assistant will of course stay Gentlemen."

Sir Nigel hid his emotions as the Duchess's two guards waited for Avi to leave.

Looking at the screen, "She does have a certain air about her. Sir Nigel.."

Maintaining his cool, "Duchess.."

"You could have used your birthright for a much higher position.. As the Counts son.."

"You know.. I.. I wish to earn my own spot Your Majesty," Nigel breathed slowly. "Dad said that was the mistake he made with his other children."

"As we speak, a Ms. Lucy Bach is having tea with the Queen." Smiling as she spoke, "She presented her Credential to the Queen as an Ambassador at Large for This little Committee.. As authorized by the Chairman.. Alexander Delano Macer."

"Committee For a Better Future," Nigel stopped himself from whistling. "An official visit with the crown."

Narrowing her eyes, "I see you are very aware of who they are.. The fact that little Lucy is Doctor Eugene Gera's only child." Seeing no response, "You are good.. Care to take a wild guess what the purpose of Lucy's tea with the queen is?"

Nigel sighs, "Mum said this day would come.. The count was a good man.. "

"My husband was briefed by the Duke.. "

"The Duke of Litchenstien.." Nigel did not let his curiosity show, "The American Conman.."

The Duchess gave Nigel a look..

"I am aware of his unique heritage.. If I remember the intelligence, part of an Illuminati plot.. We got a good laugh over...." Nigel Frooze as the Duchess raised her eyebrows looking at him, "Mum was Irish.. She was raised in an orphanage that.. Mum was.."

"Apparently the Intelligence has been verified via DNA testing.. Like the Duke you are now part of the chain of succession in several European Crowns.." The duchess was very quiet for a minute as she let it sink in, "Add in the fact the Count is your father.."

"I have no interest Duchess being royal.. Like the Conman I prefer to be me," Nigel swallowed hard. "Bloody hell this means.."

"The Countesses son is also in those chains of Sucessions," The dutchess shakes her head trying not to smile. "Sir Nigel.. The Queen wishes to speak with you and Rick personally.. After she finishes Tea with The Ambassador. A word of warning Sir Nigel.. Lucy came on behalf of the Americans with a single purpose.. royal approval for certain marriages.. Little Lucy is quiet charming and is keeping the Queen on toes. As we Speak, She is trying to arrange a marriage for you.. Or as she said, get authority from her Majesty if they work well together."

"Bloody yanks.. I gave the Countess my word your Majesty. I can only ask she not be embarrassed for my youthful indiscretions."

"A true Gentleman.. I can tell your Aristocratic training in the Dukes household is serving you well.."

Nigel laughs, "Who might I be introducing to Mum?"

The Duchess turns Nigel around and points to the Screen, "It appears a certain yank you have spent the majority of the conversation trying not to look at."

"She is not royalty," Nigel takes a deep breath.

"What is my favorite color? What day did I first start dating William?" Seeing Nigel watching the screen, "Favorite Store food ect.."

"I would have to look into the files your Majesty.."

The Duchess smiles as she watches Nigel looking at the screen, "What can you tell me About Templar One?"

"It is a very interesting series of events.. The Yanks tried to replicate the success of the first Templar One with dismal results. To my understanding during the ceremony over the medals earned in less then a year, the United States Department of Defense found out who the first Templar One was.. The Present Templar One was selected as a candidate for testing. Donna was A US Marine Recruit in the Process of being discharged.. She was born on, " Nigel starts talking softly reading off her file from memory.. After about five minutes, "Her first Mission.. She retrieved a scientist from the Jungles of the Amazon and caught a traitor.."

"What color should the Queen recommend for a wedding dress?"

Not thinking, "She will want a red and black mix most likely for her..." Nigel catches himself, "Duchess.."

"For Queen and Country," The Duchess smiles as embarrassment crosses Nigel's face. "The Queen is considering the marriages suggested to cement an alliance with the Syndicate. Por sod.. You might be forced to marry that Yank.. The horror.." 

The Duchess's aide giggled..

"She would never do the marriage.. A man would have to approach her with the upmost grace and love her for her.." Nigel walked over an turned off the Screen, "Your Majesty.. What of The Countess's son?"

"To my understanding The empress of Japan is skyping with the Queen now over those details.." With an evil smile, "They are planning to quietly arrange a meeting at Party I am throwing." With an official sounding tone, "The Countess will be handling your son's introductions."