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elrhiarhodanTitle: A Mission of Vengeance
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Neal Caffrey, a newly minted Special Agent, is looking to take down the FBI from the inside, to avenge the death of his father.
A/N: Written a long time ago forultracape for a prompt she’d left on an A/U’s I’ve never written meme. It’s her birthday today, and while I do have some ideas about continuing this – I thought it might be a nice gift to repost it now.
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Neal hated guns. If he had his way, the Second Amendment would be stricken from the Constitution, no one would be able to own even an antique dueling pistol, and the world would be a much safer place.
But he couldn’t have his way and guns were a fact of life. And an inescapable part of his life. They had to be. He was about to become a Special Agent of the FBI.
Just like his father. James Bennett died in a hail of bullets, a mob hit set up by his fellow agents because he tried to expose their collusion with the criminals they were supposed to be arresting.
Neal loathed everything about the Bureau: its image as the upholder of justice and the supposed incorruptibility of its agents. He knew better. His father died because the Bureau was riddled with corruption, its agents were paid (and paid well) to look the other way as heroin and cocaine flooded into the country, as tons of firearms were sold to mobsters who waged their own private wars, uncaring of the death and destruction they wrought upon the innocent.
But Neal was careful to keep his cynicism hidden. The face he presented was the perfect mirror of the ideal agent-in-training: enthusiastic, loyal, patriotic. It wasn’t all that hard – he was intelligent and he had an almost uncanny gift for reading people. In more reflective moments, he wondered if he would have been better off becoming a criminal.
No – that wouldn’t work. He’d never be able to avenge his father’s death from the wrong side of the law. He had names – supervisory agents, partners, undercover agents – men and women who betrayed his father and were paid well for that betrayal. It was going to take years, Neal knew. Years of working at menial tasks, years of probationary service and then working his way up the ranks. Getting assigned to OPR was his ultimate goal – he’d have access and authority to see his justice done.
There was no statute of limitation on murder, and the murder of a Federal Agent in the prosecution of his duties was a capital offense.
His friend Moz, a Renaissance man and paranoiac (if those two qualities didn’t cancel each other out), was fond of dropping quotations and bon mots. When Neal was assigned to the White Collar division in New York, Moz simply said, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”
Neal had no choice but to accept the assignment, which was considered an even better plum than a berth in the FBI offices in D.C. New York might just be a field office, but it was the largest and most prestigious. And Peter Burke, his supervisory agent was a legend. Even the most cynical of the higher-ups said that Burke embodied the FBI’s motto – Fidelity – Bravery – Integrity.
Neal was looking forward to taking down that legend, exposing the man’s flaws, his weaknesses. No one, especially an FBI agent with as much power as Burke had, was incorruptible.
FIN or maybe, To Be Continued…
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Neal Caffrey, a newly minted Special Agent, is looking to take down the FBI from the inside, to avenge the death of his father.
A/N: Written a long time ago for
ultracape for a prompt she’d left on an A/U’s I’ve never written meme. It’s her birthday today, and while I do have some ideas about continuing this – I thought it might be a nice gift to repost it now.Neal hated guns. If he had his way, the Second Amendment would be stricken from the Constitution, no one would be able to own even an antique dueling pistol, and the world would be a much safer place.
But he couldn’t have his way and guns were a fact of life. And an inescapable part of his life. They had to be. He was about to become a Special Agent of the FBI.
Just like his father. James Bennett died in a hail of bullets, a mob hit set up by his fellow agents because he tried to expose their collusion with the criminals they were supposed to be arresting.
Neal loathed everything about the Bureau: its image as the upholder of justice and the supposed incorruptibility of its agents. He knew better. His father died because the Bureau was riddled with corruption, its agents were paid (and paid well) to look the other way as heroin and cocaine flooded into the country, as tons of firearms were sold to mobsters who waged their own private wars, uncaring of the death and destruction they wrought upon the innocent.
But Neal was careful to keep his cynicism hidden. The face he presented was the perfect mirror of the ideal agent-in-training: enthusiastic, loyal, patriotic. It wasn’t all that hard – he was intelligent and he had an almost uncanny gift for reading people. In more reflective moments, he wondered if he would have been better off becoming a criminal.
No – that wouldn’t work. He’d never be able to avenge his father’s death from the wrong side of the law. He had names – supervisory agents, partners, undercover agents – men and women who betrayed his father and were paid well for that betrayal. It was going to take years, Neal knew. Years of working at menial tasks, years of probationary service and then working his way up the ranks. Getting assigned to OPR was his ultimate goal – he’d have access and authority to see his justice done.
There was no statute of limitation on murder, and the murder of a Federal Agent in the prosecution of his duties was a capital offense.
His friend Moz, a Renaissance man and paranoiac (if those two qualities didn’t cancel each other out), was fond of dropping quotations and bon mots. When Neal was assigned to the White Collar division in New York, Moz simply said, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”
Neal had no choice but to accept the assignment, which was considered an even better plum than a berth in the FBI offices in D.C. New York might just be a field office, but it was the largest and most prestigious. And Peter Burke, his supervisory agent was a legend. Even the most cynical of the higher-ups said that Burke embodied the FBI’s motto – Fidelity – Bravery – Integrity.
Neal was looking forward to taking down that legend, exposing the man’s flaws, his weaknesses. No one, especially an FBI agent with as much power as Burke had, was incorruptible.
