Two very thick files were placed on a desk in front of a man with forest green eyes. His brows furrowed as another man with light blond hair similar in color of his leaned on the desk and stared at him. The one sitting reached for the top file before speaking."You grabbed the correct files this time right,Alfred?" the file contained information on (F/N) (L/N), a spy of an enemy company. The baby blue eyed man nodded as the other examined both files now.

"We have to catch the girl alive. The man doesn't have any information; he's just along for the ride." Alfred sat down in a chair and spoke again "So you can't kill her like you do with the rest. Got that,Arthur?"

"I'll kill her partner though." Arthur looked at the name and picture of the (N)'s partner. Francis Bonnfey. A long time rival and maybe once friend. Alfred laughed and pulled the files away from Arthur.

"They'll both be at a public gathering tonight. We should go then." Arthur nodded to Alfred's idea.

[ Your POV]

"Francis. Stop doing that. I've got to get ready for the mission!" "Ohhohonhonhon. But you look so delightful Mon Amie."

"Shush, or you can't take some poor lady home... BESIDES ME." Your spy partner was at your apartment harassing you like usual before a mission. Tonight you both had to take out a spy who apparently seemed invisible to everyone. His name was Matthew Williams and was part of your company's organization. Tonight was just a practice run to keep up your skills and help Francis and you work together for once. You thought that all your missions went pretty well with Francis but your boss didn't agree. She always said that you both could have done a better job and then points out your mistakes.

"But (N)..." Francis sat at the bar in your kitchen. Rolling your eyes you walk away to your room.

"Don't get started,Francis. Now let me change for once without you peeping. PLEASE." You slammed your door and locked it before going to your closet and picking out a nice black dress. The neck line wasn't too high or low and the dress itself ran to your mid thigh. It was easy to run in and very light so you could use your skills to kick anyone's ass. On your leg, under your dress skirt was a clip which held a knife. The other leg carried the same clip but with a gun filled with blanks. You put some bright red lipstick on and slipped some shorts over the weapons so the dress wouldn't fly up and reveal your items, and your undergarnments. In your bra you slipped some sleeping pills and a knock out gas release pen.

Before you knew it, you were ready to go and during your time of changing, Francis had slipped into a very nice looking tux. He held out his hand to you when you walked over to him in your new black heals. You took it and held onto his arm.

"You look lovely madam (N)." Francis smiled and placed his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo coat.

"Don't get any ideas." Your eyebrow twitched with annoyance. Both of you walked out of your house and went to Francis' very nice looking car. Hesitating before getting in, you glanced at your partner.

"We locked the appartment door, correct?"

The party was held in a park in town. Your eyes gazed around quickly at people as you searched for Matthew. Francis tapped your shoulder casually and pointed to a man with a twisted curl up ahead. Very slightly you nodded. Both of you casually made your way over to the man who now was vanishing into the crowd.

[Arthur Alfred s POV]

"There are a lot of people here. How do we know what they look like?" Alfred held his hands casually in his tux pockets. Arthur sighed slightly annoyed.

"Did you even look at their file pictures?" He whispered harshly. Alfred nodded.

"I meant, how do we know what their wearing? Everyone seems to be dress in a tuxedo or some type of cocktail dress." He glanced around. "And what if they know we're following them?" Arthur shook his head and patted the taller one on the mid back.

"For one, they will probably be a couple following your brother. Their on a practice mission tonight. And for two, they don't know or else we would be dead in a heart beat." Arthur explained and began making his way deeper into the crowd. Alfred put his hand on Arthur's shoulder and pointed to a man with a twisted curl. A man with blond wavy hair followed him a few seconds later with a women who had (Hc) hair in a bun. She hung onto his arm lightly as if they weren't actually a couple. Arthur frowned as if angry for some reason.

"Hey bro, you ok? You're clenching your fists and grinding your teeth. Stop it." Alfred looked down at his partner with a confused expression. Arthur took a deep breath and calmed himself before following them. Alfred shrugged and followed after his partner.

[ Your POV ]

You felt as if someone was following you. One hand was at your side, ready to grasp the pistol clipped to your leg if needed. Francis and you had simply tapped Matthew on the shoulder and scared him to death. Obviously you both had been praised and free to enjoy the rest of the party.

"Are you planning on leaving me alone Mon Amie?" Francis asked you. Quickly, you shook your head no.

"Francis, I have a bad feeling as if we're being followed. Maybe we should go." Your partner nodded, understanding that when you didn't feel comfortable, someone WAS following you both. As fast and casually as you both could, Francis led you to his car and pointed to two blond men staring at you. Nodding, your hand took out the pistol and your feet led you away from the car. The blond man with the rather thick eyebrows fallowed you a split second later.

Francis noticed this and started to follow but was then tazzed by the other blond man when he wasn't looking. The uncomfortable feeling hit you rock solid as you walked to the end of a dark ally. This practice mission was going to end up with you most likely dead. Your eyes watched the front of the ally. Your black dress hiding you quite well in the shadows. You aimed and cocked your pistol as a man came walking slowly to the front.

Ting

Bad shot. You hit the wall and the bullet bounced off hitting the garbage can across the ally.

"Shit." You hissed to your self as the man started shooting back towards you. Without thinking, you jumped onto the larger garbage can and climbed up a fire escape. The pegs on your heels cracked off making it easier for you to climb, jump and run. The man jumped to a start and followed you. As he reached the first latter you were well on your way on the roof. The sound of bullets on metal echoed around you. One grazed your leg causing you to hiss in pain and slightly limp across the roof. A brick chimney sat a few paces away from you.

Your breathing became heavy and your leg shot pain through your body. A bullet bounced off something and hit you in the spot where another grazed you. Splattering blood, you slide into place behind the chimney and waited for you death.

"Come out (N). Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you." You fiddled with the bullets as you tried to reload your pistol. They may only be blanks but they sould work well enough. A few dropped and rolled out from behind the chimney. Not that it mattered; your blood had left a trail right to you. With a sigh of anger, you grabbed your knife. You jumped out and tried to stab the man. He blocked the blade with his gun and shoved you against the bricks. A pained wail escaped your mouth as your leg slammed into the chimney.

Arthur pressed his arm into your chest, not knowing about the pen. His arm hit the gas release button and as purple smoke flew out of your chest, he backed away covering his mouth. You chuckled slightly as you slumped to the ground.

"Well, that was mighty stupid to place that in there." your head fell and the world went black.