No Questions Asked [Dana/Ashley]

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There was one thing that Dana liked, and that was working alone. Sure, she had her support group - the IT guy and the driver, but there was something fresh about going at it alone. Putting your wits out there against the enemy and driving them home. She left the boring legal stuff to those poor stuffs in suits, she just appeared to wave them off to court.

This particular job in question had a ring of flair to it. Some guy was smuggling weapons into the UK and selling them on. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but the technology wasn't any bog standard human circuitry... it was alien. Though the blaster she carried in favour of her official one wasn't exactly human technology either, what this guy was doing wasn't pretty. That called for the covert squad i.e Dana and her fieldwork crew, to go and check it out and shut the perp down.

Right now they were sitting in a van a few blocks away enjoying a lunch of Chinese takeaway. Dana swung around in the chair lazily waiting for the guy to leave his 'office' with her feet up on the console much to the annoyance of her hired IT guy... whoever he was. Everything was going smoothly, according to his notebook he was going out to source some weapons later today. They needed more information before they could jump him there and then, that's what this little excursion was for.

All was going well and the clock was ticking down... until there was a knock at the van door. The two occupants froze before Dana had the good nature to speak. "Sorry, we're closed." She yelled from inside the van, chuckling slightly and going back to her noodles. The door was unlocked after all, all they needed was to open it. The side was decorated with maintenance signs and they'd parked on the edge of a workman's sport where their driver was covering. It was pretty basic, but a guy like him probably expected tabs to be kept on him and tried to keep an erratic routine so they wouldn't smell a rat. He knew he was being watched... and he liked the attention.

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Ashley reads through a file making sure the information is correct. "Can't these idiots write decent reports!" She begins to correct a few things and shakes her head. "I am surrounded by idiots." She sighs and looks up when the phone rings, she mutters softly to herself. "Saved by the phone." She grabs the phone and speaks calmly into it. "Lieutenant Ashley Sloan, state your purpose and problem that needs solving." 

"Lieutenant Ashley we need you to get involved in a mission already in progress. You will help another agent recover stolen alien weaponry that is being sold on the intergalactic black market." Ashley tenses as her commanding officer gives her the order and nods and salutes even though he can't see her. 

"Yes sir! I'm on it sir!" She then sees the unread message in her private email. She sees it is marked highly classified. She moves her cursor over to the message and opens it. Instantly her computer is filled with images of the suspect and the condemning photos. She hangs up the phone and focuses her attention on it. "This is interesting." Then she sees a red tag and opens it. 

She reads through the report and notes it is actually well written and full of tactful information. I wish whoever wrote this was on my team. She reads through the location and information on the person in question and then gets to the end where the name of the person in charge and who wrote this report is, she notes the name is the same: Dana McKinnon. 

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She pulls up to the place in question and notices a van parked on the side, it's the same one from her file so she doesn't need to check the people in the van to know that this is the team she has to join and assist. She tenses as a random bloke who could be a person of interest walks up to the van, she reaches into her dash and pulls out her gun ready to defend these people even though she knows they most likely are armed to their teeth.

She narrows her eyes and watches the proceedings while cutting her ignition and settling down to watch what happens while making notes on her notepad for her report. At the moment she is calmer since no gunshots have been fired.

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Dana was insistent but the banging kept coming. She knew there was a new member of the team on the way, though the email had been very quickly thrown to the back of the pile. It wasn't often the unit field operative even checked her email, and to say it certainly was a surprise to open it up to see that. Honestly, Dana felt quite miffed. Surely she could cope on her own without some jumped up soldier breathing down her neck? The thought processes of the higher-ups mystified her.

Back to the banging. The rear camera showed an ordinary enough looking member of the public who had happened to saunter up to their panel van and bang incessantly on the poor back doors. Yeah, not likely. Hopefully he'd get bored and wander off soon. Part of Dana doubted that. 

Dana honestly didn't know whether to be appalled at their tactics or be wary for something else. The tell-tale bulge of a pistol was showing on the front of his suit jacket, and that was enough to send alarm bells. People don't come by guns easily in England, and what was the betting that this thing was unregistered and the carrier unlicensed. If she was still a cop she could have had the bugger just for that. Sadly, unit did things differently.

The banging, amidst her thoughts, had stopped. Confusion took over her face until she noted the rear camera. So that's what he was packing. The x-ray hadn't done it justice. Swinging around on the chair, she kicked the back door open with a boot, her hand feeling around to the back of the chair for her current weapon of choice in this situation - a taser. A bullet would be noisy, potentially attract attention. If she could just shoot with the taser before he had a chance to draw (to avoid him pulling the trigger whilst spasming) it'd be plain sailing. 

The dart was fired home, the gun still in it's holster, and a smile graced the operatives face.

"Alakazam, jackass."

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Ashley makes several notes on her pad as the man approaches the van. She reaches down and grabs her gun ready to bolt to the aid of her fellow members of UNIT. She continues to make notes not exactly tense but not exactly relaxed either. She moves and watches as the man by the van knocks and tenses as the minutes ticked by. She sighs in relief when the man leaves and she herself got out of her own car and moves to the van herself. She knocks sharply on the driver's side and says simply. "Lieutenant Ashley Sloan, I was sent by HQ to aide in this mission." She looks down at the woman in charge and waits to be addressed. She could feel the excitement of going on a mission begin to spread through her limbs. "I have been briefed already all I need is an update on what has proceeded since your last report." She continues to stare at the women even though she is on alert and watching her peripheral vision as well for enemies.

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Dana just stared as the man wobbled a bit, looking at the two leads sticking out of his chest before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell backwards to the ground, unconscious. Ouch, even Dana made a face at that. "Put him in the truck." She said, shrugging and jumping out of the van and helping the IT guy haul the comatose body into the spacious van and secure him to the ground with cable ties. He'd come around eventually, and perhaps might even be useful. Interesting.

That done, a cursory glance is taken around before they climb efficiently back into the truck and settle down again, IT already checking that the van was still in a security blind spot and Dana trying to settle her taser before tucking it back down her the back of her jeans. She finally managed to settle back into the chair, feet up on the desk and able to now go back to her stone cold Chinese meal, hardly worth eating. She sighed exasperatingly and chucked the offending box back onto the counter and crossed her arms, hunching over in her chair again and watching the clock.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Oh, not again.

Dana grimaced this time, snapping her fingers to get the IT guy, whose name she would later learn was Matt, to bring up the CCTV feed from the van's cameras. The operative leaned forward on the edge of her chair to have a closer look at the screen. So this was what her 'boss' sent to supervise her? Well, she'd certainly send him a message. But, the first issue and the most pressing at the moment, was the attention this lieutenant was attracting. 

Growling under her breath, Dana launched herself at the side back doors and flung one open, leaning around the corner of it with a less than pleased face. "Oi, whose side are you on?" She hissed in her Scottish brogue. "Get in 'ere before you invite every bloody sub on the block over." The operative cast an amused glare before ducking back inside and hoping the woman would follow.

Flopping back into her chair in the back of the van, she put her feet back up on the desk and nodded to Mr. IT. "So," she said, turning her attention back to this woman. "you're who the bossman has sent to watch my ass. ID, now, just to make sure." The words were voiced with contempt, as if Dana wasn't used to working with someone of equal rank and for a good reason. "Nothin' much has changed since the report. Two in and two out, our guy still has yet to show. We've got comatose Carl down here who can help us out if we get lost along the way." Dana chuckled, petting the groggy guy on the floor on the head, much a master would do a dog. 

"T-10 minutes to launch is go." Matt voiced from the computer and Dana nodded, checking her watch and syncing it with the clock time. "Think we've got time for a curry?" The driver, Sam, asked as he climbed back into the truck and stared sadly down at his Chinese takeaway, smirking over his shoulder at the operatives in the back. Dana chuckled and shook her head. "This goes well and we'll go out for a curry on me. This goes bad, we'll go out for a curry anyway and the person that messed it up will have to explain to the bossman why it belongs on expenses." That elicited a laugh from Sam, Matt and Dana before they went back to work, Dana turning back to Ashley with a determined grimace, a stark change from her earlier attitude.

"Any questions?"

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Ashley scoffs at the angry woman and flashes her I.D. on request. Ash she listens to the report she snorts a bit. "To answer your question I am on the side of U.N.I.T. I don't do sides for anyone else. You better have a damned good reason for treating me like this and do inform me as to why I am staring at an unconscious Jim who has yet to be blindfolded before seeing valuable U.N.I.T. tech as well as our faces?" She nods her head pointedly toward the man on the floor. Her eyes fall on Dana with a less than pleased huff gaze.

"You do realize this is a clear violation of several policies. If this captive were to get free after seeing us he could pick us out of the crowd putting us and this mission at jeopardy." She narrows her eyes a bit. In reality off duty Ashley wouldn't have given a damn about this incursion of the rules, heck she'd have just shrugged and carried on. At the moment however she is the commanding officer and her job is to care that the rules were not being followed. She leans back and places her shoulder on the door looking out the window briefly before turning her gaze back on the woman in front of her. "Also in the future you will address me in respect. I am a commanding officer and will be treated as such." She hates pulling rank on people, she hates being that type of person. 

She returns her gaze to the street and her own vehicle. "It will look odd if I stayed in this car. I am going to return to my own vehicle and drive up to position B and stand watch from that area com me if things change and we raid sooner." She also wants to get out this van. "Interrogate the captive and report to me the findings." She opens the door and slips out walking briskly to her car and driving up the road to position B, a flower kiosk, and parks in front of it. She buys a bouquet of roses, with the thorns still attached to their stems, and sits to wait. She flips on her com system and stares at the building. "I hate it when they give me missions already run by another. They know I don't take orders from anyone but the top dogs."