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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 03:29 am
posted by: gweneth_syeira in iammarysue
The Girl I Knew From Somewhere
By: The Howling Wolf
Disclaimer: The characters of The Equalizer do not belong to me. No copyright infringement intended.
*-- Prologue --*
// The Past, around 1967 //
"Just leave me alone!"
"Devane, god damn you girl, don't show your back to me!"
She ran to her room, clad only in a white tank top and shorts. Her long, wavy Auburn hung over her shoulders, framing her ovalish face. Slamming her door, her brown eyes glanced at the stereo and tuned it up. Then she crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head. She hated this place. She just wanted out, permanently. Thinking for a few moments she was safe, she allowed her eyes to close, only to reopen as the door burst opened and her father stood in the doorway.
"You worthless piece of trash, get out of that bed! You're not worth it! You'll never be ANYTHING!" He dragged her out of the bed and to the front door. "STAY out! I disown you!" He literally threw her out. She tumbled out, and rolled on the stairs, finally stopping at the ground. The door slammed shut firmly, leaving her alone.
It was the middle of November, and being clad only in shorts and a tank top wasn't very warm. Bringing her knees to her chest, she started to shed unwanted tears.
In the house next door, students Mickey and Nicholas Kostmayer were preparing for bed. Mickey had been proud of himself, since the homework had actually made sense, and didn't seem to be encoded in Greek. Finishing brushing his teeth, he washed his mouth out and walked into the bedroom he shared with his younger brother, Nick, who was already asleep. Mickey was simply dressed in boxers and a T-shirt, and he crawled into his bed, smiling at the softness of it. It felt good. Three fights in a day, and scaring two of the three cheerleaders, what else could be better?
Hearing yelling from outside, and knowing it came from next door, he slid out of bed after a few moments and looked out his window, seeing the fifteen year old. He searched his memory for her name. Ah, yes, Devane McEvay. They attended the local High School together. He had at least known her since they were thirteen. But recently, as he recalled, her life had been turned upside down five months ago; when her mother had died from cancer. Her father, from what he unfortunately heard mostly every other night, had took up drinking and turned abusive. Her brother had moved back to Richmond where he lived with his fiancé'.
Looking back at Nick again, he shook on a pair of jeans, then climbed out of the window carefully. Landing on the ground, he moved over to her.
"Devane? What're you doing out here?"
She looked up at him, then glanced away. "What are *you* doing out here?" she challenged back.
"I was worried about you." He looked carefully at her. "What happened to your eye?"
"Nothing. Go away."
"No, I won't. I heard what happened…he kicked you out?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah. Though this time there ain't going back." She hugged herself and rubbed her arms for warmth. Her eyes narrowed as snow fell from the skies. "Great…" Looking back up at Mickey, she said, "Aren'cha gonna get into trouble being out here this late?"
"Aren't you gonna catch a cold?" Pausing for a moment, he said slowly, "Why don'cha spend the night? It'll be warmer."
"It's a school night…"
"So? It's late and cold. C'mon." He offered her his hand. Sighing deeply, she took his hand and he helped her up. Together they then climbed slowly up the (find out name) to his window. He popped in first, then pulled her through. Trying to be as quiet as they could, Mickey closed the window then grabbed a blanket for her.
"Here," he whispered, trying to make sure he wouldn't wake Nick.
She nodded her thanks then looked around in the darkness. Mickey settled her into the closet, as her sleeping spot for the night. Both knew she'd have to be up and out of the house by the time Nick woke, or when he was out of the room.
"Night," she whispered.
"Night." He closed the closet door, then crawled back in his bed, closing his eyes, wondering how badly he would be killed if anyone found out…
// The Present, 1989 //
Business at O'Phelan's was slow that day, as McCall and his newest client sat, talking.
"I'm just worried about her, Mister McCall. I haven't heard from her in over weeks, and it's only a week till Thanksgiving. It isn't like her to just go missing and ignore things." A man in his late thirties explained. He was of average build, a little skinner than the average man, but still in good shape, with sunkissed blonde hair that had been kept short.
"Now you say she used to be in the Air Force?"
"Yes, a pilot. She had a slight accident and I think that made her decide to be discharged, despite she claims it's because she was offered a government job."
McCall studied him. "What sort of accident occurred?"
"Her plane had…um, crashed somewhere in Russia. That's all she let me know besides that she went missing for almost more than two weeks." The client took a sip of his hot chocolate with whip cream.
"How was her behavior after they found her?"
"I'm not sure."
"How did she act around you after her discharge?"
The man thought for a few moments before answering, "She was slightly more quieter/reserved…but she's always been quiet unless a situation called for something else."
Robert took this into consideration. "This agency, do you know the name?"
Robert nodded. "Well, then, Mr. McEvay, I will see what I can do."
"You mean you'll help?"
"Think nothing of it. I'll be in touch."
After Robert walked out of the restaurant, he slid into his car and made a call.
* * *
Mickey, dressed in his usual blue tight jeans, a red sweater, and a black Navy pea coat, waited for McCall near some corner street. When he saw the English man come into sight, he straight up slightly.
"Hey, McCall," he greeted the elder man.
"So, what heroic thing are we doing today?"
"Trying to find a woman, perhaps even save her."
They fell into a normal walking pace as Mickey shoved his hands into his coat pockets.
"It seems that she has…disappeared."
"You don't believe it totally?" he asked, feeling something in McCall's tone.
"Let's just say I have a bad feeling. She was, supposedly, a pilot in the Air Force…and was discharged after six years."
"According to her brother, Ian, she was offered a government job. The name of the Agency, I'm not sure of yet."
Kostmayer thought for a few moments. "What, think she's caught up in international affairs…? Or what?" He knew there was more and waited for McCall to share.
"I'm not sure, not yet. Her brother also said that she was involved in an accident a few months back. It seems as if her plane crashed in somewhere in Russia, Moscow at best. She went missing for more than two weeks before the military found her. Naturally, this wasn't public knowledge."
"Hmmm…" Mickey came to a stop. "What's her name?"
A brow lifted from Mickey as his mind registered the name slowly. He shifted slightly, his expression changing slightly. "Devane McEvay, you sure?"
"Yes. Why? Do you know her?"
Mickey shook his head. "No. I'll call when I get somethin'." He looked around, then crossed the street, leaving McCall wondering what had gotten into him.
* * *
He sighed heavily as he sat in one of The Company vans. Devane…Devane. They were inseparable in their High School years. She was one of his closest friends during that time; heck, she was even his old fling. Mickey still remembered the time when her father had finally been dragged off to jail and her aunt moved into the house and took care of her.
When he joined the Navy, they barely kept in touch with her trying her best to fight against the sexual discrimination of women in the military and becoming a pilot, and when he was accepted into the SEALs, they had lost all sort of connection.
Sitting in the seat next to him was her file. He always hated spying on people he knew half his life, but if there was any chance of trying to find her, he knew what he had to do. Briefly, then thoroughly he had scanned it, finding out that she ranked a Lieutenant and carried honorable mentions about her flying and being one of the top six best cadets, despite the records that showed her getting into fights.
"Hrmm…always gotta leave an impression, don'cha?" he murmured to himself before pulling onto the streets.