#ilsa faust || musings

[etxrnaleclipse]

Ilsa Faust

Fandom: Mission Impossible

Occupation: MI6 Agent

[thesongofthegreens]

just doing an updated posting for my muse list and interested fandoms list!

with the fandoms, i'll put my character in bold and then leave the characters i want to interact in parenthesis. i'm oc friendly and will interact with anyone outside of the most desired list, but i wanted to throw that out there.

i do ask that everyone be 20+ and expect to be asked when i message for those who interact with this post.

fandoms list:

la la land: sebastian wilder (mia dolan, laura wilder, keith)

house of the dragon: alicent high tower (criston cole, aemond targaryen, haelena targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen)

game of thrones: jaime lannister (brienne of tarth, elia martell, tyrion lannister), jon snow (any of the starks tbh, wildlings, daenerys targaryen)

avatar, the last airbender: zuko (katara, any of the gaang, uncle iroh), katara (zuko, sokka)

twilight: jacob black (bella swan, billy black, leah clearwater, charlie swan, any of the pack tbh)

the hunger games: katniss everdeen (peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, prim everdeen, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair)

ballads of the songbirds and snakes: coriolanus snow (lucy gray baird, tigris, livia cardew, clemensia), lucy gray baird (coriolanus snow, any of the covey)

top gun: jane elliot, an oc from the original top gun timeline (maverick, ice man), rooster (phoenix, maverick, hangman, bob), maverick (goose, rooster, ice man, any of the recruits in top gun: maverick)

mission impossible: ilsa faust (ethan hunt, any of the team, anyone with an mi6 oc), ethan hunt (ilsa faust, anyone from the team)

star wars: cal kestis (trilla, merrin, cere, greez, bode), trilla suduri (cal kestis, anyone from the empire), obi-wan kenobi (anakin skywalker, padme, satine kryze, luke skywalker)

harry potter: theseus scamander (leta lestrange, newt scamander), harry potter (hermione granger, any of the weasleys, sirius black, remus lupin), severus snape - preferrably in the marauders era to develop those years (lily potter, any of the marauders, any from the golden trio timeline), julian evander, a ravenclaw oc from hogwarts legacy (sebastian sallow, ominous gaunt, poppy sweeting, natsai onai, garreth weasley)

xmen: logan howlett/wolverine (literally any of the xmen but especially rogue and laura, deadpool), scott summers (hank summers, jean grey, logan, any of the xmen), charles xavier, probably first class and days of future past centric (raven/mystique, erik lehnsherr, hank/beast, any of the xmen)

lord of the rings: aragorn (any of the fellowship, eowyn, arwen)

bridgerton: anthony bridgerton (any in the bridgerton family, edwina sharma, kate sharma, sienna, simon the duke), penelope featherington (colin bridgerton, eloise bridgerton, any in the bridgerton family, any in the featherington family)

[ilsaethanfics]

You finally did it, you made me write a fan fiction that I couldn't just quit when the muses left me

by fleurdehivers

Ethan and Maverick struggle with the loss of Ilsa and Iceman. Help comes from unexpected sources and in extraordinary forms.

Words: 11733, Chapters: 6/6, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: Mission: Impossible (Movies), Top Gun (Movies), Doctor Who (2005), Good Omens (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Ethan Hunt, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, The Doctor (Doctor Who), River Song, Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Ilsa Faust/Ethan Hunt, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Additional Tags: Crossover, Grief/Mourning, Introspection, Mind Meld, Time Travel, Biblical Allusions (Abrahamic Religions), Tom Cruise is A LOT of different characters at once, well just two actually but there used to be many more, why does no-one in the whole bloody world notice when he's doing all his usual stupid shit?, because i needed him for the story for reasons, just accept it and move on, i did my very best to NOT suspend your disbelief in the rest of this thing, which is pretty bat-shit crazy, pls consider: i tried crossovering four fucking different fandoms, with wildly different world building and internal coherence, just bc supernatural is listed in the fandoms:, there was a part where i thought about using dean and cas as characters, then I thought better of it, i just don't particularly care to be in dean's head tbh, so basically spn is there for one single joke and that's it, which is fitting bc that's basically spn's real legacy, being a meme on tumblr, ok this is just me writing shit in the tags just for funsies now

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56194927

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Like a candle that's burning in the wind, we're burning fast Let the world keep on turning, this chance might be the last

Ilsa Faust & Max Ramos - @xxj0kerxx

[moonreflected]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

hey,  welcome to the zanza cinematic universe,  i’m a little bit of a disaster but i love writing and i’m always excited to be here!  i’m disabled and slow but it’s okay bc we’re just here to have fun!  

carrd.   /   memes.   /   edits.

also found at…  @trustschaos, @gavehope.

most active / main muses under the cut

abby anderson / the last of us. alex cabot / law & order. amanda clarke/emily thorne / revenge. amy abbott / everwood. b'elanna torres / star trek: voyager. bradley jackson / the morning show. cj cregg / the west wing. claire kincaid / law & order. clarice starling / hannibal. cosima niehaus / orphan black. dolores abernathy / westworld. donna moss / the west wing. emily kaldwin / dishonored. eve baird / the librarians. evelyn abbott / a quiet place. georgia goodwin / new amsterdam. ilsa faust / mission impossible. jadzia dax / star trek: deep space nine. jessica whitly / prodigal son. juliette nichols / silo. katrina cornwell / star trek: discovery. lexie grey / grey's anatomy. lily houghton / jungle cruise. lorelai gilmore / gilmore girls. mellie grant / scandal. natalie manning / chicago med. peyton sawyer / one tree hill. poppy li / mythic quest. ro laren / star trek: the next generation + star trek: picard seven of nine / star trek: voyager + star trek: picard. sharon carter / marvel. shawn spencer / psych, siobhan sadler / orphan black. stella kidd / chicago fire. teddy altman / grey's anatomy. the oa / the oa. una chin-riley / star trek: strange new worlds. violet mikami / chicago fire. wynonna earp / wynonna earp.

[benjidunnimf]

((Just a little reminder of my other muses: 

Ilsa Faust (Mission Impossible)

Multi-Muse (click names for bios)

Louise Banks (Arrival)

Nicholas Angel (Hot Fuzz) 

Olivia Grant (fandomless OC) 

Peggy Howard (Red OC) 

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Ana Durant (fandomless OC) 

Rosina Woods (fandomless OC) 

I’m always looking to find new RP partners for all of the above, so if you’d like to write with any of them, please let me know!))

[thegreaterthesuffering]

tag dump

[etxrnaleclipse]

((With the new film coming out soon, like this post if you'd be interested in plotting with one of my Mission Impossible muses:

Benji Dunn || Age range: 31 - 46 Occupation: IMF Agent || CANON

Ilsa Faust || Age range: 28 - 38 Occupation: MI6 Agent || CANON

Alanna Mitsopolis || Age range: 26 - 31 Occupation: Arms Dealer/CIA Informant || CANON

Nyah Nordoff-Hall || Age range: 26 - 44 Occupation: IMF Agent/Former Thief || CANON

William Brandt || Age range: 38 - 45 Occupation: IMF Agent || CANON

Liz Burgess || Age range: 65 - 70 Occupation: Criminal Leader || OC

[lazysublimeengineer]

Coming to Terms

Summary:

“Didn’t your parents’ teach you to knock before you barge into someone else’s room?” Will drawled, arching up an eyebrow.

He watched Ethan leaning casually in his chair with a stress ball on his hand like he own the place.

Ethan smiled brightly at him. “Yeah, yeah I get that. But they also teach me that sometimes a good surprise visit wouldn’t hurt.”

or

The time Will just wanted to have a normal day at his office but Ethan wouldn’t let him.

Pairing/s: William Brandt/Ethan Hunt

Fandoms:

Mission: Impossible (Movies)

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (2011)

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)

-Finally. My muse is back. After watching Ghost Protocol & Rogue Nation I couldn’t help but to ship them. Also, Will needs a hug. Lots of them. Also Ethan but nah. He can handle being disavowed every week anyway.

WARNING: Might be OOC so forgive me if I haven’t got their characters right since this is the first time that I’m writing about them in this fandom (I really tried to capture their characters though). Enjoy!

“Welcome to the IMF Secretary.” Will said calmly at Hunley before striding towards the corridor, going to his office.

With Lane under the custody of IMF and the Syndicate well taken care of, weariness and numbness began to creep into his bones. He doesn’t even know what to do now. Should he just become a chief analyst or return to Ethan’s team as a full time agent? It isn’t that he didn’t actually missed being an agent. Quite the opposite actually. The thrill, the rush, the adrenaline – all of it. Because first and foremost the reason why he joined the IMF was because he wanted to become a field agent and not an analyst. But he didn’t sign up for this one. Getting to hear that you’re your team leader is technically dead for a few seconds (via Benji’s slip up during his inane chatter thank you very much) almost made him lose his shit right there and then. And he doesn’t even want to begin with Ilsa Faust: a disavowed M16 agent. Or in Luther’s optimistic words: she’s bad news.

Sure, it would only be a logical choice for Ethan to get Benji to join and assist him in annihilating the Syndicate so that he would have a reliable eye in the IMF headquarters which quite frankly is him. What he didn’t get is that how he could easily trust Ilsa Faust – a British triple & disavowed agent to work alongside with him? Granted that him and hers situation were quite similar before due to the fact that they both have secrets when they met Ethan, but damn, he didn’t even know that Ethan could be this idiotic and impulsive to trust instinctively a shady triple agent. He sighed in complete defeat and rubbed his temples automatically to calm down his raging thoughts. There’s no sense in dwelling on that now. He must focus on the paperwork and the pending works that he had to finish after he went to Ethan and Benji in Morocco to save their asses.

He opened the door casually to his office only to be greeted by none other than—

“Didn’t your parents’ teach you to knock before you barge into someone else’s room?” Will drawled, arching up an eyebrow.

He watched Ethan leaning casually in his chair with a stress ball on his hand like he own the place.

Ethan smiled brightly at him. “Yeah, yeah I get that. But they also teach me that sometimes a good surprise visit wouldn’t hurt.”

Will’s mouth quirked slowly upwards but only for a few seconds and frowned at him. The last thing he needed was another human being at his office and exchanging social niceties with them. But of course, this is Ethan Hunt that we’re talking about. Avoidance, cold shoulder or silent treatment wouldn’t work on him unless you tell him to fuck off directly on his face (which quite frankly he didn’t want right now and get into another idiotic shouting match at him). And oh, also he didn’t know the interesting concept of personal space.

“How the meeting had went?” he added afterwards. “Fucking great. The IMF is reinstated again. The Secretary has the grace to accept their decision and acknowledged that. And I have work to do to balance out the remnants of IMF again.” His failed attempt at lighthearted and self-deprecating humor only aroused a mild curiosity and askance in Ethan towards him. He didn’t know why he sounded………….somewhat querulous towards him. Maybe he’s just being tired or not in the mood to talk—

“Brandt is something wrong?” Ethan asked casually, cutting in his train of thoughts. He threw a worried glance at him.

Will waved a dismissive hand at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing. Maybe I’m having this scientific post-mission effects that’s all.”

Ethan if nothing but a stubborn mule he is, just ploughed ahead, completely ignoring his dismissive and automatic response.

“No Will. What is it? What’s bothering you? You haven’t talk to me or fucking look at me after the mission. I thought we settle our issues in Seattle—“

“This isn’t about the fucking Seattle you dolt.” Will cut him off sharply, glowering at him. If looks could kill, Ethan would be lying in a heap right now.

“Then tell me, oh the great one. Because I’m not as fucking clairvoyant as you are.” Ethan retaliated, a clear challenge in his piercing blue eyes.

“That’s because I care about you asshole! You’ve been gone for six fucking months Ethan! And while I understand that its part of your goddamn job and you had to complete the mission at hand it’s still not fucking okay that you’ve got to die for a few fucking seconds in an underground storage data cell and still trusting that triple agent Ilsa Faust when she’s clearly playing at you! Damn you, Ethan because I’m just supposed to be an analyst but no I just have to fucking care too much about you and help you out when you do something stupid!” Will roared at him, the last shred of control and patience slipping away from him.

He heaved a heavy sigh and turned away. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn it to hell. He didn’t mean to lose his shit like that. He was supposed to grow indifferent to Ethan’s taunts and cutting remarks and brush him off like any other day. But what the hell did he do? He lashed out at him and spout some idiotic six months angst on him like a petulant, emo teenager. He should have attended another acting and anger management classes again. He’s really slipping.

Heavy silence fell around them like a thick fog.

Neither of the spoke for a few seconds.

Then he heard footsteps. Just when he thought that Ethan might go out of the room—

“I………I’m sorry Brandt.” He apologized softly then slowly put his arms tentatively around him and spun him gently so that he’s facing him. I didn’t mean to worry you like that. I was solely focus on completing the mission and the objectivity of it that I didn’t pay attention enough to other important things.”

“Like the time that you’re temporarily dead in Morocco?” Will remarked dryly, still refusing to look at him directly for fear of reading the naked and raw emotions at his eyes. He wanted to save an ounce of dignity that’s left in him.

“I didn’t want to compromise you or the mission by telling you of the few questionable stunts that I pull for the sake of the mission.” Ethan replied solemnly.

“Guess what Ethan, it just makes me worry more by not telling it to me.” Will said quietly. “I didn’t think about that and I’m sorry again and for what it’s worth, Ilsa has her own personal but viable reasons for doing what she did. She tried to help us at the end after all.”

Will huffed. “That’s because she would’ve gain something if she sided with us.”

“You know Brandt, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re jealous.” Ethan’s eyes were crinkling with sudden mirth and playfulness.

He almost choke on his spit. “Me? Jealous? Only you Ethan can have a massive fucking ego and still need to stroke it. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He rolled his eyes.

He raised his hands in a placating manner. “Relaxed. No need to get defensive here. I’m just playing with you.”

Will heaved a put upon sigh at Ethan’s playful grin. A sudden nagging thought began to claw out of his consciousness. Although he tried to banish it at the back of his mind for fear of confirming his unwanted suspicions, his mouth was already blabbering it out.

“If the circumstances were different, would you still accept Ilsa’s offer of a normal life with you on that day?” he asked quietly, his rapid heartbeat were in great contrast to his neutral expression. Ethan watched him carefully for a moment. His face had an indiscernible countenance as he respond to Will’s question.

“While it might be tempting to accept a rather inviting offer, I still wouldn’t. Given that I tried to play house & husband with Julia only to end up in disaster and ruining her life. Other than that, IMF is my life and I believe that the only way I’d ever stop is when I’m delivered in a body bag.” He said lightly to which he earned a mild punch in the arm by Will.

“And then………there’s you.” He added tentatively, expression changing slightly to give light to a new emotion in which Will couldn’t fathom. “M-me?” Will stuttered out in confusion. “Yeah you.” Ethan tilted his gently so that he was facing him completely.

“I thought that when I first saw you in Moscow it was out of mere curiosity in finding out who you are and your secrets. I thought that it was already sated when I’ve cornered you in Seattle and finding out your involvement in Croatia then asking you to join my team again as a field agent to which you accepted. But it didn’t. My curiosity just grew stronger. The more I’m around you, the more I wanted to be around you and get to know you better. Then there’s little things like your competence, honesty, efficiency, patience, understanding and kindness that slowly creep into me. I couldn’t control it and the reason why I’ve chosen Benji to join and assist me in eradicating the Syndicate was because aside from having a reliable eye at HQ is that I couldn’t bear the thought of something bad happening to you. I know it’s idiotic of me to think like that way given that you’re also a highly trained field agent like me. But damn, I don’t want to do something incredibly stupid when some shit happens to you. Also, I’d rather spend dodging bullets and kicking some goon’s stupid ass with you than living in suburbs and having a normal but boring life with Ilsa.” He confessed, a raw and unbridled emotion was written all over his face.

Will just stared at him, completely dumbstruck. His analytical brain might have short circuited at the unexpected revelation. Did Ethan just said what he thought he said?

Ethan watched him, a mild amusement was dancing around his eyes. “What, you’re not gonna say something Brandt? I guess I have to throw a party then for rendering our chief analyst into a complete, mind blowing silence given that you have an opinion on everything.” He said lightly but there’s a hint of uncertainty and nervousness that was lurking between the depths of his eyes.

“I……….” Not knowing how to respond to Ethan’s heartfelt confession, he just grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and pressed his quivering lips against his. Will shut his eyes tightly, hands nervously clinging to Ethan’s shirt as he hoped Ethan’s lips would start responding to his own, but they didn’t, and after a few seconds of the simple innocent kiss he pulled away, hesitantly opening his eyes and feeling sick when he saw Ethan staring up at him with a confused and shock expression on his face; he didn’t try to process what Ethan’s expression held, the first thing that came to mind was it was bound to be repugnance. Ethan quickly strode towards him, his eyes began to sting as what he’d really just done began to sink in, realizing this could of potentially ruined his possibly the fragile but good friendship he’d ever had with him and quickly walking away to avoid any sort of rejection, ignoring Ethan asking him to just hold on a minute and only walking faster. Just as he was about to reach the handle of the door Ethan immediately grabbed his wrist and twist around him.

“What the—“his words quickly dying in his throat as Ethan pressed his lips firmly against his. He stood still for a moment in utter disbelief before finally realizing this was really for whatever insane reason happening and eventually kissing back, closing his eyes as hands lowered and gently gripped his hips to pull him closer. It was a deep, passionate kiss that meant to pour out their feelings towards each other. Then slowly it became slow and languorous with their tongues still battling sweetly for dominance. Ethan swallowed back his moans as he instinctively deepen the kiss and snaked his arms across his waist. Will just hold onto his shirt for support. Will never knew people really had that much of an overpowering taste or a scent to them until now, but he did know he’d be able to just stand there for hours because this was absolutely intoxicating, heck, everything about Ethan was intoxicating now. Unfortunately, they had to part together for oxygen purposes.

“Well, I do hope that answers your questions.” Will said, a smirk was forming across his red and swollen lips.

“More than likely.” Ethan retorted, resisting the urge to jump at him because of his debauched state. “So……..a cup of coffee then at Starbucks?” Will asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

“Later of course.” There’s a dangerous gleam into his eyes that skyrocketed Will’s blood into his head.

“Will.” He stated afterwards.

“Hmmm?” Ethan queried, a mild confusion in his eyes.

“It’s Will, Ethan. Just call me Will.” A genuine smile was sent across his way.

He returned the smile. “Yes Will. Your wish is my command.”

A devilish smirk was playing against his lips as he locked the door.

“Now where were we?” he murmured hotly as latched into his neck and nip at it gently that sent a moan out of Will’s lips.

Meanwhile at a certain house in the suburbs……………………

“Mission accomplished!” Benji exclaimed happily after he turned off the coms and pulled out his earwigs.

“Finally. If I’d known that it’d only take a mission without me to get them both jumping into each other’s bones then I’d already done it ages ago.” Jane remarked.

“Yeah. I totally didn’t need to hear them going at it like enthusiastic rabbits.” Luther muttered.

Benji snorted. “Well at least we help them sliced the thick fog of sexual tension between the two of them.”

Jane grinned. “You know Benji you could replace Will as our analyst in the group. Didn’t know that your plan would work.”

“Nah. I’m fine being the adorable technician in our team. ‘Sides I don’t wanna steal the position of Ethan’s personal analyst.”

Jane and Luther snickered.

“So what do you say mates, wanna watch Star Trek in the living room?”

Jane groaned. “Benji, we’ve watched it for a millionth time already.”

“And I don’t wanna see you bawling your eyes out at Spock and Khan.” Luther rolled his eyes.

“C’mon guys Star Trek is awesome! How can you not share my fine tastes in films?” Benji wailed as he followed them out in the living room. And that’s how they’ve got to spend their time when the bad guys aren’t invading the Earth of course.

-Apologies to the creator of Mission Impossible. My attempts at English are laughable, I know. But Mission Impossible is public domain now, bro.

-Also I’m NOT OKAY with William Brandt not returning in the next MI:6 movie. Like WTH?! Hopefully, he’ll be back in the next one after Cavill’s period.

You could check out this story in my other fanfic sites:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11233818

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12535798/1/Coming-to-Terms

[etxrnaleclipse]

CANON MUSES

((Hit the heart if you'd like a starter from one of my canon muses. Specify which character you would like in the comments or IMs!))

Alanna Mitsopolis || Arms Dealer/CIA Informant || Mission Impossible

Benji Dunn || IMF Agent || Mission Impossible

Carlos Reyes || APD Officer || 911 Lone Star

Ilsa Faust || MI6 Agent || Mission Impossible

Nyah Nordoff-Hall || Former Thief/IMF Agent || Mission Impossible

TK Strand || EMT || 911 Lone Star

William Brandt || IMF Agent || Mission Impossible

[etxrnaleclipse]

Open: any (30+ if potential shipping) Connection: either an enemy (Syndicate, other criminal organisation, someone she has played who is here for revenge), a colleague who has betrayed her, or perhaps a friend/colleague coming to help her Muse: Ilsa Faust. 28-38. MI6 Agent/Freelance.

There was always risks in her line of work - people from any side could turn on her at any moment, and given her history of playing both sides of the coin like a fiddle, she was hardly surprised that she had wound up in this position. But Ilsa hadn’t felt this pessimistic about her circumstances before now… She had been completely caught off guard, which was not something she was known for, not to mention outnumbered by the three people sent to get her from her safehouse. It had been the middle of the night, where she had been at her most vulnerable, and yet despite the firearm she kept beneath her pillow and her extensive training, that had been no use this time.

Bound tightly at her wrists and ankles, Ilsa was drifting in and out of consciousness, head spinning and throbbing But the sound of the lock on the large metal door startled her, causing her to gasp slightly beneath the rag in her lips. As it swung open, the agent tensed with uncertainty of what could come next, preparing for anything despite knowing her limitations were increased right now.

[etxrnaleclipse]

Open: any Connection: someone in an organisation she has been sent to infiltrate, either the head or someone else high up Muse: Ilsa Faust. 28-38. MI6 agent.

The run could not have gone less smooth and Ilsa was furious. She had spent weeks building up trust from this group and its leaders, weeks of hard work and biding her time while trying to find the safest way to report back to her superiors. But all of that was at risk because it seemed that someone else within the organisation was working against it. The doors of the room burst open as two men carried one of their colleagues through, bleeding profoundly from a gaping wound in his abdomen, and Ilsa stormed in behind them.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Ilsa demanded, storming towards the other, anger vivid in her icy blue eyes. "I don't know what is going on right now, but you have a serious problem here." Turning towards where the man was being treated, screaming out in pain as he writhed on the table, Ilsa pointed towards him. "Someone was waiting for us. Someone knew where we would be, which means that someone in your ranks is leaking information. You need to fix this fast because I have a feeling this is only the beginning of this shit. What the hell?"

[etxrnaleclipse]

Open: any Connection: enemy, or maybe they’re on the same side and don’t know? up to you! Muse: Ilsa Faust. 28-38. MI6 agent/free lance agent (mission impossible canon divergent)

She felt the slight scrape of sharp metal against the soft skin of her throat as she stared at them, her own arm extended with fingers expertly wrapped around her own blade. The silver edge just barely brushed the other’s neck as she stared them down, refusing to let her guard drop.

“Lower your blade and then I’ll lower mine.” she said, voice firm, the slight accent hitting her words as they echoed in the warehouse. “The ball is in your court here. One wrong move and it’ll be the last you make.”

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I’m certainly not as good as @xxj0kerxx at this but I try

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@xxj0kerxx

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@hcmoheart​ liked for a short starter || Ilsa & Cherie 

Ilsa didn’t know too much about the woman she was due to meet today, only that she had retired from the FBI at a surprisingly young age. Most agents Ilsa knew across the globe stayed with their respective agencies well into their later life, until retirement or death took them, however not this agent. The information given state that she was only in her early 40′s, which left the younger woman confused and curious. 

“Cherie Fryzell?” she began, holding out her hand in greeting as the blonde approached her. “Ilsa Faust.”