He's in England as an observer and hating every minute of it: long heavy dinners, long boring speeches, and the London drizzle bearing down on him wherever he goes. What he'd really like is to throw on a wig and a Jamaican accent and escape from the cycle of diplomatic functions, but you can't do that any more when you're the Director of the CIA.
The first time he meets her, she's sitting to his right at a meal honoring the Chief Undersecretary of something Dixon can barely remember: they talk about nothing during the fish course.
The second time, she's in his hotel room when he gets back. "I know I locked the door," he says. He's wary and armed and she's all the way across the room.
"You did," she said. "We needed to make contact with you, so I let myself in. It's about Arvin Sloane," she adds in a hurry. "Our sources indicate that he may well re-emerge in the near future."
"Sloane is dead," he says. "And who are you?"
"Well," she says, "he's certainly buried. And my name is Hermione Granger; I represent the Ministry for Magical Affairs."
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Date: 2006-11-01 08:25 pm (UTC)He's in England as an observer and hating every minute of it: long heavy dinners, long boring speeches, and the London drizzle bearing down on him wherever he goes. What he'd really like is to throw on a wig and a Jamaican accent and escape from the cycle of diplomatic functions, but you can't do that any more when you're the Director of the CIA.
The first time he meets her, she's sitting to his right at a meal honoring the Chief Undersecretary of something Dixon can barely remember: they talk about nothing during the fish course.
The second time, she's in his hotel room when he gets back. "I know I locked the door," he says. He's wary and armed and she's all the way across the room.
"You did," she said. "We needed to make contact with you, so I let myself in. It's about Arvin Sloane," she adds in a hurry. "Our sources indicate that he may well re-emerge in the near future."
"Sloane is dead," he says. "And who are you?"
"Well," she says, "he's certainly buried. And my name is Hermione Granger; I represent the Ministry for Magical Affairs."