Aria's POV:

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, running through my veins. I haven't done a job in ages. It was true, the savant net hadn't needed any information lately so my family had taken time to relax and have fun but now it was game time. We got the next job yesterday and that's why I'm sitting in the back of a black Mercedes, in the middle of Berlin… waiting. I look to my left and saw a man approximately 40 years old and 1.75 m tall, holding a leather briefcase with a gold zip around the edge, he's the one I'm looking for, let the game begin.

I got out the car and started walking down the busy street, there were Christmas decorations and markets as well as the occasional Santa Clause, and it looked perfect. I was dressed in washed ripped high wasted jeans and a plain black long sleeved shirt that hugged my frame, black converse high tops and a black jacket, not to mention I had a fake nose on and a tonne of make up on my face. I looked just about the same as an ordinary 17 year old girl on her way home from a house party on a cold December night.

'To your right, Frost' said the overly eager twin of mine, Gabe. He was the brains and I was the hands. Gabe was the one who watched the cameras and made all of my awesome tech. Oh and by 'Frost' he meant me that was my code name, we both grew up in Australia before my parents started spying for the Savant net, so we have Australian accents that turn heads, we had to perfect American and English accents so we could use them if necessary. Glancing at the reflection of a window in the shop to my right I was a man dressed in black from head to toe I wouldn't have noticed him if he wasn't standing still in the crowd, amateurs.

'Got it Command' I replied whilst snuggling my head into my scarf trying to get warm, apparently ripped jeans wasn't a good idea. Turning right with the majority of the crowd I evaded the eyes of the man in black that was clearly looking out for his boss, Why would you even do this job! This would be hell to get beaten by a 17 year old blonde girl and that's exactly what I am a small Australian girl with long, slightly wavy dish-water blonde hair down to the middle of my back and big dark blue eyes, at the age of 17 I was still 5, 3 and looked about 15, internally sighing I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I followed the 'boss-man' to an impressive hotel, the Hyatt to be specific, without any goons catching me. Amateurs. I thought again I really expected more.

'Ok Frost, retrieve the USB and then out you come, the Merc will be outside. Easy peasy. Ok? No brutal combat this time.' He mocked.

'Ok ok! jeez Command that was once THREE years ago and he totally deserved it!' I whisper shouted into my coms unit.

'Just sayin' we don't need to relocate again. Now get on with it, I could do this in my sleep'

I snorted as if. Gabe was the computer geek and he could barely sneak to the fridge let alone into a terrorist's pocket! I walked into the hotel swiftly looking at the inhabitants of the lobby, sitting inconspicuously (note the sarcasm) at the end of a row of seats with 10 extras next to him was the 'boss-man'.

Lights. Camera. Action. Swaying as if I was drunk I staggered over to him and sat down too close for comfort, breathing heavily and looking dazed I 'drunkenly' smiled at the 'Boss-man.

'Hey Joe! Mind giving me a ride home?' I slurred, swaying a bit on my seat. Through my coms I heard Gabe snigger.

'I'm not Joe.' Boss man said shortly and started to put his computer away. Wow somebody was in a rush.

'Joe I really need a ride!' I wailed like the helpless drunk blonde I looked like, then I started 'sobbing' 'Dave broke up with me and I don't know what to do!' He looked around frantically at my loud outburst, I was bringing lots of attention to him. Then I dropped my purse on the floor and 5 coins clattered to the floor, 1 ten pence, 3 50 pence and 1 two pound coin. He scrambled to pick them up for me as I sobbed, hoping to exit the vicinity as soon as possible. Of course while this was going on I took the chance to snatch the memory stick from his pocket and shove it into mine. D.O.N.E! Once he had found my coins he handed them back to me and made his hasty exit. Amateur I thought once again. Staggering to my feet to avoid suspicion from the public I walked out of the lobby and into the Merc which was growling in front of the hotel.

'Done and dusted Command!'

'Well done Frost your next flight is to America to safe house 154! See you there!'

And with that the job was done.