NOTE: For the uninitiated Tracy, is an assassin, who recently went to work for The Deacon. She came highly recommended by a close friend of Ron’s (the Deacon) who is a Branch Chief in the CIA. She was one of the top assassins in the Agency. Naturally, Ron has been trying to get her in bed from the day they met.
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Tracy finally took a break, and dialed her mother in Washington state, to advise her mom of her new job and address.
“Hey Tracy, I was beginning to wonder if you had dropped off the edge. What has been going on.”
“Mom, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you. It has been a hectic month for me. I have moved and have a new job.”
“Well, you going to tell me or do I have to guess?”
“Ok, I am doing private contracting for the government sort of. I work for an old fucker that goes by the name of the Deacon. I live in a set of quarter’s right here on the compound.”
Tracy’s mom was quiet for a long time; finally, she spoke. “Tell me a little more about this Deacon character.”
Well he is close to 70 years old I would think, although he refuses to acknowledge that. His real name is Ron Dakle. He retired as a Command Sergeant Major. He is widowed, and I get the feeling he would jump my bones in a minute if I ever dropped my guard.”
A long silence ensued, “Mom are you still there”
“Oh yes baby, I’m here, are you sitting down, if not you need to.”
“For Christ sake mom drop the theatrics and tell me what to fuck is going on!”
“Ok, in a nutshell, the Deacon is your biological father. He and I had a fling in the seventies, he and your dad were good friends, your dad went on an extended TDY, and damn it things just happened. Ron left to go to Monterey before I knew I was pregnant. Your dad knew that he couldn’t be your father, so he volunteered to take an unaccompanied tour to Panama, just to clear his head. He was there about ten months and was killed in South America. Right after he was killed I moved back home to Washington. I never told you, as I wanted to spare you thinking ill of me. So there, now you know.”
“Holy fucking shit! And I was considering giving him some sympathy pussy. Guess that’s out of the question. So what to fuck do I do now. I don’t know if I should tell him or not. There’s a lot at stake here. I’ve got a great job.”
“Well if you don’t tell him, I will. I know him better than you realize. He is all business when it comes to what he does. He would put you at undue risk for the sake of the mission. Maybe if he knows he’s your father he will moderate his stance a bit.”
“Damn it, I’m not looking for a free ride, never have and don’t plan to start now.”
“Ok babe, but it can’t hurt. the Deacon I knew will still throw you to the lions but if he knows who you are he’ll put you in with an old sick lion to give you a fighting chance. There are no free rides with the Deacon, it doesn’t matter who you are.”
“Ok then, but I want you to tell him. The last time he and I talked it didn’t go too well.”
“And that my dear is the streak of him that runs through you. You two, have always been of one mind. There was never any doubt in my mind whose daughter you were. You’re both bullheaded, stubborn, and capable of being mean as a fucking rattlesnake. That’s one of the reasons I would send you off, you reminded me of him too much. I’ll call him when we hang up and break the news to him. Keep in touch baby.”
“I will mom,” Tracy said.
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Ron just sat down to have a cup of coffee with Mary Jane, when the phone rang. “It never fails,” he muttered as he answered it. He didn’t recognize the number on the caller ID or the voice on the other end of the phone.
The caller spoke softly and said, “Ron, I don’t believe you can’t recognize this voice who repeatedly whispered “fuck me” in your ear so many times in the early 70s.”
“Shit, is this Charlene?” Ron said, finally realizing who he was talking to. “You dropped off the face of the earth, I never did find out where you guys went after I was reassigned to Monterey.”
“Bobby was reassigned to Panama, where he got killed on a trip to South America. I relocated back home to Washington State, but this has nothing to do with why I called.”
“Well, out with it lady, no reason to be secretive, considering what we had shared over the years.”
Taking a deep breath Charlene was able to force the words “Ron, I don’t know how to say this but you and I had a daughter. I didn’t know I was pregnant when you went to Monterey, and after Bobby died I decided to let that die with him, as he is the only other person who knew she wasn’t his daughter.”
“And you are telling me this now…why? Is there anything I can do for her? Ron asked.
“As a matter of fact, there is, you can keep her alive! Against all odds, she wound up working for you. Ron, Tracy is your daughter! I know you, and I know Tracy’s line of work, I just hope that you will try to keep her safe. I just talked to her, and she doesn’t want to give up her job, so the ball is in your court to keep her alive. I hope you will do whatever is in your power to insure she dies of old age, and not on one of your rabbit assed operations.
“Barring a crisis this is the last time you will hear from me, as we have both moved on in our lives. I just hope you will do what is right by our daughter.” Charlene said as she hung up the phone.
Ron sat almost motionless staring at his coffee cup for what seemed like an eternity when Mary Jane finally broke the silence. “Well, are you going to tell me what that was all about or make me guess.”
“You’ll never guess this one babe, I just found out that an old friend and I had a daughter together and low and behold, it is Tracy! I just fucking knew she was too much like me to be a coincidence.”
“So what now?” Mary Jane asked.
“I have no frigging idea. I need to talk to her and we need to weigh our options. I could create an administrative position for her, as I really don’t want to deploy her in her specialty. Ultimately, the call will be hers.” Ron said.
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