Julie Reed
CCD Spy and all around badass
Ninacska was born and raised in eastern Europe. Her parents were CCD loyalists. Not the pretty, peaceful kind demonstrating behind the barricades. The kind that did whatever needed to get the job done. A terrifying and efficient couple.
Their one and only daughter raised herself as much as the boarding schools. By the time she was ten she could take a caning with a sinister smile on her face that read the future for the Latvian headmistress. The old crone did not meet a peaceful end.
Nina had steel running down her spine and a fire in her belly that constantly needed quenched. By the time she was old enough to be recruited to the army, she was the most fearsome little girl that ever lived. Her parents crossed the border into China two weeks before she graduated basic training. That was the last Nina heard of them.
She worked for CDPS ever since, advancing eventually to field ops. She’s never been in love. She’s never had a friend she cared for enough to stay in touch once she moved beyond whatever brought them together, including lovers. Especially lovers.
Samantha Reed is her company name: not even her direct report knows her birth identity, but such is the way with company members. Julie is the alias she takes when working with anything American, but she has a dozen other identities that has seen her through China, Brazil, Argentina, Honduras, Cuba, South Africa, Egypt, and Australia.
While accompanying American Nolan Trace to Moscow and protecting him throughout his tenure in Dominance V, she admitted that she was originally a CCD agent who defected to the CIA, and it was the CIA who sent her to protect Nolan. However, this was all a lie to gain Nolan’s trust. They had a brief affair in DV, and she legitimately cared about him. After he was shot and flown out of Mecca for treatment, she admitted her birth name.
A flinch darkened Nolan’s expression, one that Reed did her best to comfort. There were worse things than getting shot, but a bullet in bone didn’t exactly feel great, either. But like all men facing mortality, he had to get one thing off his chest. “What’s your name, Reed?”
The question took her by surprise. For a moment, they were not on an air strip, not surrounded by human barbecue, and not facing their own deaths. They were just two people, although the term barely applied to her; Reed had to think for a moment.
She could say, and if he died, no one would be the wiser, but if he did die on her watch, she’d be in a lot more trouble than telling him her birth name. It’d drive a wedge between them to refuse an answer; a trust she worked hard to earn. She had his allegiance the day in the limo when she told him about her status with the agency, if not also his affection. She remembered the way he looked at her that night in the safe house and the heated hours two nights ago that finally brought them together. He wanted to trust her because thats the kind of man he was, and Reed needed him on her side.
Dice rolled. “Ninacska.”
No Russian
Her name slipped all too easily from between her teeth.
Commander Reed is currently stationed at The Garden outside Moscow. She also has clearance to The Facility.
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