ORP: OPERATION Daddy Long Legs

While Robert was working and Katrina was getting the apartment ready for their son, a knock came to the door. Answering it, she knew in anticipation who was coming over. She prayed that her husband didn’t come home on some mystical or planned surprise. A woman covered in an overcoat with sunglasses and a scarf stood there. Katrina let her in closing the door swiftly behind her. ”Were you able to duplicate the cards? I’m sorry I asked you and made you involved in this.” The Major didn’t want involve anyone else, but she trusted this individual. She had helped her before.

The woman turned around and reached into the coat pocket pulling out the cards. Handing them to Walker, she revealed her identity pulling off the sunglasses before speaking. ”I know you are, but don’t be. I think O’Neill suspects something, this is all I can do for now. Go to the south entrance near the east end of the building. The cards are marked with the entrance the code is still tied to.” Katrina took in a deep breath. Having O’Neill in on this only meant that the others may know, including her husband. ”Alright. Again, thank you and I promise if anything bad happens, this meeting never took place. I’ll take the repercussions for it.” Katrina finished placing the cards in her purse and looking back to Colonel Samantha Carter. They both nodded in agreement as Samantha placed her hand on Kat’s shoulder. No more words were spoken only a squeeze of good luck before Colonel Carter left.

Sitting at the coffee shop specified in code to Ayden, she patiently awaited her friend. Ayden was bringing along this new ally of theirs for Katrina to meet for the first time. Taking a sip of coffee, she looked out at the Pentagon down the street in the distance. There were about a mile away from the place, but the size made the complex obvious to see, but where they were to enter would only be revealed when they arrived later.

To protect their identities, they all needed to wear disguises. Katrina just placed her hair up in a bun and wore glasses filled with no prescription. The name tag on her dress blues just stated “Major Katrina Ruff”. Her father had the tag made for her when she was a little girl, so she could play soldier and be her daddy. She also downed her uniform with some of his pins and medals, but not too many. That would be an obvious mistake and clue someone in on what was going on. So many people worked at the Pentagon, she hoped these disguises would work for each one. Taking another sip of coffee, eyes lingered around the coffee shop to see if anyone suspicious may have followed them. Paranoia was always something a bad habit of Walker’s, but today was different. Today she had the lives of two other on the line with her own. Not only two soldier’s eyes, but two children as well.