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Max's POV

The walk to the cafe is short, but I can't help but wonder what I'm here for. I had become a full-fledged CIA agent 2 months ago and new recruits get 6 months of break before their first mission. I glanced at my watch to see 1:54pm. Perfect. 36 minutes to check my surroundings before the agent comes. I arrive at Cafe Crepe to sit down in the highly furnished booth.

"Hello. May I take your order?" a bored looking waitress asks me.

"No thank you, I'm waiting for someone." I reply coolly.

The waitress walks away and I look around even closer at the cafe I was currently in. It was cozy, quiet, and did not that many customers. There was a young family, a man and woman gazing all lovey-dovey at each other, and a sweet elderly couple. I spot a lone man on the other side of the cafe, watching... me. The man casually walks over and sits himself across from me. He looks to be about 6 feet tall, about 60 years old, with peeps of gray hair on his almost bald head. A retired agent I'm guessing.

"Max Ride?"

"Yes Sir. Reporting for duty," I state.

"Now aren't you early, the CIA has trained you well," he notes while examining his expensive looking watch. "Hello Max, I'm sure you're aware that we usually do not send missions to our new recruits," he pauses taking a breath. "However, there is a very important mission we must send you on, only you will be able to complete."

I nod deep in thought. A mission? Already?

"Your job is to befriend an assassin."

I groan internally, I was never great at making friends. And now I have to make friends with an assassin. GREAT.

"He is an international killer, a man that goes by the name Fang."

"Um, excuse me sir," I interrupted," why is this Fang guy so important?"

I am genuinely confused. I've never heard of this 'Fang' guy. And what kind of a name is Fang?

"Good question. Fang has killed one of our top ranking agents, Mr. Jeb Batchelder. We want you to grow closer to him and try to get him to trust you, so that you can find his next target, who is likely another one of our agents. Do you accept this mission?" he asks. That line was so cheesy, just like those spy movies.

"Of course, Sir," I nod my head enthusiastically. It was such an un-Max thing to do.

"Alright, your mission briefing is right here," He says, passing me a brown folder before continuing. "Meet promptly at headquarters at 9am tomorrow morning. "

"Yes, Sir. Thank you," I reply.

With a nod of his head, he stands and briskly walks straight out of the cafe. I want to jump for joy but I don't, I'm supposed to act casual. I stand up from my booth and leave the waitress a tip, even though I didn't buy anything. Strolling out the door I spot the agent heading towards a black limo... hmmm, weird.

Agent's POV

I wonder if what I did is right? Tricking Ms. Ride?

I walk to the limo with these questions pounding in my brain.

"Did you get the job done?" the man beside me asks.

"Yes."

"Good," he says, no emotion in his voice. There is a long pause in the limo before he speaks again. "You are worried aren't you," he asks. He knows me too well.

"Of course, we're tricking one of our own agents,"

"What must be done will be done," he says, no regret in his voice.

It's too bad that I didn't know that he was as worried, maybe even more, about the mission than I was.

Fang's POV

I sighed as I walked to my motorcycle. Another long, tiring day of butt kicking was over, and I couldn't wait to return to my apartment. After slipping on my black helmet, I rode my motorcycle home and was halfway there before a police car signalled me to stop and pull over.

URGH, I thought, what have I done wrong?

I slowed down to a halt as the police car stopped next to me.

"Fang?" the policeman asks adjusting his shades. How the heck did he know my name? Was I under arrest? I didn't kill anybody in my last mission. I wracked my brain thinking of something I had done wrong. Before I have time to remember the policeman interrupts my thoughts.

"Yo Fang! You don't recognize me?" says the policeman with a smirk, before removing his sunglasses. I look at the policeman closer and realize that it's not a policeman but my co-worker Iggy.

"Hey, was' up man?" I say, trying to start a conversation.

"Nothing much, how's the espionage life treating ya?"

"Good, M16 has been fun, but I wish I had a break," I mumble.

"Well too bad SUCKER because you're getting a mission," he hollers.

I nod my head deep in thought. Another one? This better be good.

"C'mon man, get in the car. Mission briefing's in the back."

I hop into the uncomfortable car to find a brown folder. Opening the folder I see a girl. She's extremely pretty with a mysterious aura about her. She looks tough... but gentle, like she could look after herself.

"Yo, Igs. What's so important about this girl?"

"Oh, nothing much," he answers, waving his hand around vaguely, "except for she's an assassin."

What? I would not take this girl for an assassin.

"Yup, her name's Max Ride. And she killed one of our top agents, Agent Martinez."

This girl, killing our TOP agent?

"So," I say quickly, "what am I supposed to do to Max? Kill her?" I groan inwardly, I wasn't as comfortable with the killing part of the spy curricular yet as everyone thought I was.

"No, silly," Iggy teases. "You just have to befriend her so we can figure out who she's working for."

"Mmmhhhmmm," I reply deep in thought. Iggy's watch beeps, and when he looks down, a worried look is stretched on his face.

"Um, Fang. You should sorta go."

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"Um... because..." he mutters," a real police car is on its way."

"Uh, okay man. See you later," I reply awkwardly, getting out of the car.

"See ya, take care Fangy boy," he yells through his open window.

"Bye."

That was weird. No. Iggy was weird. He's always been kind of "special" but today he was acting like he knew something, something he wasn't telling me. Nah. Not Iggy.

A/N: Chapter 1 is over. You like?