Author's Note: Clearly, I have no idea where this came from but my entire being was telling me that I have to write it and I have to share it. Basically, my years of watching spy movies has finally brought meaning- because every time I watch other movies, I already incorporate Jesse and Beca as the main characters.. it's a problem. You'll see similar scenes from the Bond movies and Mission Impossible as well. If you're really interested in this, even though the prologue is only 300 words long, please let me know and I'll get the next chapter up right away since it's already halfway done. I just wanted to see if this would raise any interest. It's a bit different- it's a Jesse centered fic, ooh lala. But of course, there is no Jesse without Beca in close proximity, she'll be in here, too. Here is my hopeless attempt at an AU fic with an espionage twist.

PROLOGUE

PRAGUE, Czech Rep.

The job was always easy to Jesse Swanson. Of course, it took years of training to even describe his job as easy but Jesse wouldn't have it any other way. He got to travel around the world, experience the different cultures and not to mention, taste some of the best dishes every country can offer. As he walks down the famous Charles Bridge, on a starry night, wearing an Armani suit, Jesse couldn't help but reflect on his life for the past seven years. Seven years ago, he'd probably still be in Cincinnati, working at his Uncle's auto shop. If it wasn't for a certain man, Jesse Swanson wouldn't be in Prague in a $2,000 suit, covered with minor cuts, holes and a bloody lip. He did just throw a man off the bridge ten minutes ago but the people of Prague did not need to know that. As soon as sirens went off, he knew it was time to get out of there before people took note of his face and reported him to authorities.

"Benji," When he didn't get an answer, Jesse hurried his pace and started to make his way to the parking lot garage where his One-77 was stashed. "Benji!" He called out again and this time, a cackling sound rang thru his ear,

"Jesse? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, where are you?"

"At the base,"

"I've got about 2 minutes to get out of here without being followed. Do you have visuals on the package?" Jesse's Aston Martin roared to life and he immediately made his way out of the garage.

"Uh, yes.. I do." Sensing the slight hitch in his voice, Jesse tried to cut and weave through traffic to get to his destination on time.

"What's wrong, now?"

"Please tell me you're close.. because the package is being transferred." Jesse pushed the gas pedal as hard as he could.