Chapter 1

Isaac looked down at the body of the girl he had just spent the last two years of his life with.

She was pretty. Short blond hair, green eyes –that up until moments ago were full of love for him. Now they were cold and lifeless. And Isaac felt nothing.

Well, that wasn't quite true. He felt accomplishment. In just two years he had managed to get all of the information she had on the Russian government. He had seen other spies take twice that amount of time, or more, to extract information from government agents of other countries. Yet he had managed it in two years. It just goes to show how far faking a charming smile and getting someone to fall in love with you can go.

He tossed the unregistered gun into the pond, to keep from having finger prints found. He wouldn't even be a suspect because the relationship had been secret. His excuse for wanting it to be secret was a custody battle with a manipulative wife. Bringing in another woman wouldn't help him win his children. And then the whole 'she's not my mom' thing could be a problem. It had been believed, which meant no one knew who he was, and even then he had used a fake name. Because the likelihood that she hadn't told anyone about him was low.

Isaac got out his cell phone, calling his boss. A Mr. Robert Jacobs. Isaac knew that wasn't his real name. From what Isaac could find his name was Deucalion.

It wasn't his job to know that, but he made it a practice to know everything he could with his information, including that of the people working with him. It kept him in practice for when he had to learn about actual targets.

"Done. Where should I meet the helicopter?" He said with a board tone. He got the location and left, without sparing the woman a second glance.

When he made it to the helicopter someone he had never seen before was there. She introduced herself as Jenifer.

"So, there are no current assignments for you to take on. We have spies in all of the countries on watch. Until you are needed, you will be working as a field agent." Jenifer told him, getting strait to the point.

"I'm not qualified to be a field agent." Isaac replied blankly.

"Can you kill people?" Jenifer replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Can you restrain people?"

"Yes."

"Can you work handcuffs?"

"Yes."

"Then you're qualified. You'll have a partner as well. His name is Scott McCall." Jenifer said, holding out a file to him.

"Does Mr. McCall know of my usual profession?" Isaac asked, flipping through the file. It had a new ID, an apartment address for him with a key, flight information for his trip back to America, and bank account information. He'd worked with less before.

"He doesn't need to know unless it's necessary. If you think it is in your best interest to tell him, he does still work for our government, so it won't be that big of a deal."

They spent the rest of the ride in silence.

When he got to the airport Isaac opened up his laptop and started researching Scott McCall while he waited for his flight.

"McCall! I need you to go to my office." Mr. Argent called as Scott started to leave the base.

"But, Sir, I'm supposed to be off for the night." Scott said, coming to a stop. His friend, Stiles, stopped beside him.

"It won't take long." Mr. Argent said, looking annoyed with Scott.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head. "No, you don't have to. I'll see you tomorrow." They waved at each other, and then Scott followed Mr. Argent to his office.

"You're getting a new partner. A temporary named Isaac Smith." Mr. Argent said, getting strait to the point.

Scott rolled his eyes. "You always stick me with the temporaries." He complained. Temporaries were kind of wild cards. Whenever the government didn't have something for the people they deemed qualified they sent them here. Sometimes the temporaries were good, and everyone wanted them to stay. Sometimes everyone just prayed for them to leave before they got everyone killed. It was a messy system, and neither field agent nor temporary liked it very much.

"You are the best at dealing with them." Mr. Argent pointed out.

"Fine." Scott conceded, because that was true. "When does he start?" He asked with a sigh of resignation.

"He starts tomorrow."

Scott stared at Mr. Argent with wide eyes. "That's a bit short notice, do you think?" He said with surprise, and a bit of irritation at being left out of the loop until the night before.

"That's what I said when I was informed of the matter thirty minutes ago. You're free to go now."

Scott understood that meant they were done talking about it, so he said good night and left to go get some sleep.

Isaac made it to his new apartment with just enough time to set down his book bag and make a cup of coffee. The book bag he had brought with him contained a change of clothes and toiletries. He'd buy more things latter. He hadn't slept on the plane ride. He didn't think it wise to sleep around so many strangers. He'd spent a good portion of the flight researching his new partner.

He still thought it was ridiculous to send him off to be a field agent.

Field agents stopped criminals. That was their only job. The information on the criminals was given to them by researches, like Scott's best friend. A guy who had went to a lot of trouble to cover up his real name. Upon finding it Isaac understood why. He didn't quite get going by Stiles though. Isaac thought that would have been a much better choice for which job choice for him to be given, but oh well. The field agents used the researcher's information to stop the criminals. Be it through arrest or killing them. As such, their training was mainly physical, so they would be able to catch whatever law breaker they were after. They were taught fighting, self-defense, weaponry, and speed.

Isaac got the basics of these trainings. You never know when your cover will be blown and you'll have to fight your way out, or make a run for it, but he hadn't been trained in that area nearly as much as the average field agent. He was trained to analyze, to gather intelligence, to put up whatever personality would work best on the target. They were especially trained, from a young age, to suppress emotion to the point that they hardly had any other than desire to complete the task given to them. He had heard jokes about the spies like him being robots, from people who worked with them, but didn't receive the same training. It was necessary to the job though. Spies would spend large amounts of time with someone, only to have to betray –and possibly kill- them. They couldn't get emotionally attached and complete the task. Emotions were a weakness, and so they were trained to not have them.

Isaac glanced at the clock. He quickly finished his coffee, and headed out the door. He'd have to check the place for surveillance later.