I recently began watching Leverage again and this character just popped into my mind, I have no idea how, or no idea why, but this character will not leave me alone. So I decided to give it a go and see what became of her. Let me know what you think. I do not want to give too much away too soon, partly because I want to slowly reveal who the character is but also because I am still working a few details out. I hope that you are at least interested in learning a little bit more about this woman. Let me know if you are!

The clock clicked silently as another minute passed by. It wasn't quite a clock, more a watch propped up on an empty case. A woman sighed and stretched her back. It was hot. She chuckled.

Of course it was hot, she was sitting on a mountain dressed in heavy camouflage in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the Colombian Rainforest. She settled herself back down amongst the grass, shielding herself even more from any unwanted attention. She focused her attention back on the task at hand. As much as she loved this little vacation, it was time to wrap it up.

The house was in shambles, as if it had been abandoned for years. Certainly not the place one would expect to see any level of an organized operation, and most definitely not where one would expect a manufacturing plant. Of course this wasn't an ordinary manufacturing plant, this was a manufacturing plant for cocaine. She checked back at the rusted out truck by the side of the building. Still no movement. There had been no movement in that building since early that morning. Not that she had expected any, she knew that her mark would not be arriving for another half hour, but she wanted to ensure she was ready. She didn't really have room for mistakes. She was expected to provide results.

The man she was waiting for went by the name El Toro. That was all she knew and that was all she needed to know. In some shape or form this man had wronged her employer. More than likely he had shorted him on a deal, something her employer was never quite fond of. In other words, El Toro, was no longer an asset to her employer, and was deemed a nuisance. Besides, El Toro's boss himself was beginning to grow a little cocky, allowing EL Toro too much free reign.

She watched down the only road that led to the house. A small cloud of dirt was beginning to show itself over the trees tops of the forest below. The woman glanced down at her watch, five minutes to spare. She watched through the scope as the red Land Rover pulled up to the house and a well dressed man stepped out onto the dusty road. He was too well dressed to be in a place such as this, it was too hot to be wearing that many clothes.

She focused her attention on the man, all her senses suddenly sharpened. She could feel every breath of wind, the weight the humidity added to the air. She let out a soft breath and gently pulled the trigger. A soft pop echoed through the trees as the bullet exploded from the gun. El Toro did not have the chance to look towards the sound before a gaping hole appeared in his head. His driver jumped from the car, gun raised but as he looked towards the once formidable man that now lay bleeding in the dirt, he joined him. His eyes empty as the small echoes of a second pop shook the trees.

The woman raised herself to a crouch quickly and gracefully making her way down the mountain. The house was a half mile away, she would have to make it there in minutes to tie up any last remaining loose ends. She put her sniper rifle on her back, pulling the pistol from her leg. She paused as she neared the bodies, just double checking that she had in fact made her mark. Not that she had any actual doubt she had missed, more as a need to confirm her success. The earpieces she knew the two would be wearing were no doubt loud with chatter, waiting for an update. She peered through the window, the ramshackle house was merely a front, the entire factory lay underground, she had no doubt there would be at least thirty people in there, hard at work. Today however, there were only five. She had counted. A large shipment of Cocaine had left just yesterday and the next batch would not be in until the day after. Five was just enough in her employer's mind to send a message. She sighed, checking to make sure her gun was ready.

She kicked the door down and in one fluid movement took the first two men she came two before they had a chance to turn towards the door. The remaining three quickly followed suite. Her movements so fast they did not have time to reach for her guns. She did a quick sweep of the room just to be sure there was no one else. She stopped as she passed by one of the men. In his hand had been a photograph. She knelt and picked it up, the picture was marred by a giant smear of blood, but she could see enough to make out that the man had no doubt been showing off his daughter at what the woman could only assume was her birthday. She grit her teeth as she looked at the picture, frustrated that she had even picked it up. She threw it on the ground. There was still work to be done. She dragged the bodies to the front of the house, up the stairs and arranged them neatly in front of the door. She plucked the earpiece from El Toro.

She smirked at the mixture of confused and angry shouts coming through the speaker.

"Moreau envía sus saludos. La próxima vez que usted debe tener más cuidado con sus secures," she said into the piece before she crushed it with her heel.

She glanced at her watch again, this time on her wrist. She had an hour before anyone from anywhere would be able to reach the house. There was still time. Even with this realization she ran back to her hide. She grabbed the case that held the rather expensive rifle and ran back through the jungle, her heavy camouflage barely slowing her down. She only slowed when she could hear the sounds of the river where she knew her partner for this assignment was waiting. She never needed a partner, in fact none of them actually helped her in anyway other than being her chauffeur, they were there only to make sure she did her job. She slaked through the last remaining feet of jungle before coming onto a sandy bank. Her ever vigilant partner was sound asleep in the long thin boats the natives are seen fishing with in the river. She roughly kicked the boat almost causing it to fall over, she couldn't help but laugh at the startled expression her partner held as he almost landed in the water.

"Dammit Fischer!"he shouted, angrily shoving his hat back on, "Took you long enough,"he grumbled as he started the small engine.

Fischer plopped her gun in the boat, her ghillie suit quickly following. The partner could not help but look at the lithe body of the woman as she emerged from the bulky suit. He shook his head, it was a shame that she was more or less reserved for one man and one man only.

"Just get us out of this fucking jungle Tanner," she replied brusquely.

The man grumbled quietly as he kicked off from the shore. His "partner"draped her legs in front of her resting against her rifle and suit leaving him to the task of getting them back to the city.

Abigail Fischer closed her eyes as if that would rid herself of what had transpired mere minutes ago in the jungle. Her mind had other thoughts and the only image that remained was that of the blood smeared birthday photograph she had found in the house. Despite the heat of the day Abigail shivered. It was high time to get out of Colombia. She was starting to let the job affect her. Besides, Moreau would be waiting.

Translation: Moreau sends his regards. Next time you should be more careful with your goons.

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