a/n: hello! this is my new jogan fic. you may know me as newlegacies, but i switched here for a fresh start. this is also published on my wattpad, darkrivers.

shoutout to my fantastic beta, anima (readmeandsmile). love you girl.

disclaimer: i don't own iddi.

He understands the objective perfectly.

But, with his gun cocked at her, the barrel pressing ever-so-lightly into her temple, he cannot bring himself to pull the trigger.

A grim smile is etched on her lips. Her eyes are closed and her carefully winged liner is slightly smudged. Her olive complexion looks pale from the knife of light cutting through the air.

"Do it." A voice urges from his left ear.

And in one swift moment, without dropping his gun from the precise position, he turns off his comms.

: :

DELTA HEADQUARTERS: MAY 18 2024 0934

Jasmine is inexplicably bored.

She drinks her latte coolly, surveying the small group of women that have gathered to argue. They're all seated comfortably around a wide table, but the stiffness of the women's movements imply that this conversation is anything but comfortable. The are calm and short exchanges held around the table, and the main operative, Lindy Greene, looks the most stressed.

"I cannot exaggerate this enough," Lindy tells everyone. "The Alphas are planning on breaking into our headquarters to retrieve the hard drive. They will stop at nothing to steal it. They will kill if the situation presents itself as that."

Jasmine nods absentmindedly. It's nothing she hasn't heard before; the hard drive holds the personal information of every single agent in world, including their location and health status. With that kind of power, the DELTA would be able to protect themselves as well as manipulate others. As of now, the drive is carefully monitored in a location near Venice, and the misled Alpha Primum think that the DELTA has it. But in truth, a man by the name of Aaron Deitering has the drive.

Of course, it's nothing Jasmine can't handle. After all, she is the highest ranking field agent in DELTA.

"Jasmine?" Lindy asks. "Any thoughts?"

"I have it under control," Jasmine says nonchalantly, flicking imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Lindy rolls her eyes, but Jasmine is aware that Lindy knows perfectly well that Jasmine is a ruthless, professional spy. Jasmine leans back with a slight smile on her faces as she sips her coffee again.

"Anyways," Lindy says. "Just be careful. We lost an agent last year."

Murmurs buzz around the room. A woman had mysteriously disappeared, and upon leaving left no trace of her existence. When she heard of her of her death, a friend of hers - Jenna Taylor - had found every possession of hers gone. The discovery provoked rumors of another agency rising.

Of course, that wasn't possible. There is no other agency in the system.

"We're sending Jasmine and Erin as fieldwork agents," Lindy finishes. "Dismissed."

: :

VENICE, ITALY [DELTA GROUNDS]: MAY 18 2024 1518

Logan is in deep shit.

He's in a tall building with nothing in his pocket except a gun and some rubber bands. He is also trapped on the third floor, according to Garrett, because apparently all the police in the area have been notified of him. And following Garrett's calculations, they should be here in three and a quarter seconds, and his ride here in eighteen.

"Seriously?" Logan nearly yells at Garrett, because his ride was supposed to be here three minutes ago. When he found out that the drive was guarded by a sensor that alerted all the police and the DELTA - those bitches - within a fifty mile radius. While Garrett is leisurely chilling with gelato at the Alpha part of Venice, Logan is supposed to catch a ride from Tom, the new recruit. Keyword: supposed.

Instead, he gets furious Italian police.

Fourteen seconds left.

"Sorry dude! Tom's a slow driver. Plus, there are like no roads here. At all."

Thirteen seconds.

Logan groans. He can just hear the police shouting downstairs.

"Check upstairs!"

Twelve.

"Screw it!" Logan yells. "I'm just gonna jump out. Tom better get his shit together."

"Uh, no! You're going to break something!"

"My sanity is already broken."

"I'll say..."

Ten.

Logan sprints to the nearest window and frantically undoes the latch. The shouts and pattering of footfalls are louder and louder.

Nine.

His finger catches on something, and with crazed energy, he shoves the window pane up.

A police man sees him.

Eight.

"You cannot get away!" the police man shrieks. Logan only barely deciphers the Italian gibberish before swinging himself onto the ledge.

Then the policeman raises his gun and aims it straight at his chest.

Six.

Logan jumps just before he fires. The bullet only grazes his shoulder just enough to sting insistently.

Yelling ensues.

Five.

Logan his the ground. Hard. Pain flares in his feets and it fucking hurts like hell. He holds his breath, then releases it shakily. There is no time to waste, anyways.

Two.

He can see Tom's car through the spots in his eyes.

His only other thought is that of pain and swear words.

Zero, and the car pulls up next to him. Logan feels like he probably shouldn't walk to the car, she he decides on crawling there.

"That was a flashy way of getting here, bro," Tom chuckles once Logan is settled into the car.

Logan glares at him. Tom's laugh turns into a strangled cough.

: :

Jasmine is amazing with alter egos, and she fucking knows it.

She knows every language, every accent. Her memory and execution is always, always perfection. She is the best fieldwork agent the DELTA has seen in at least a hundred years. She can fool even the smartest man on earth.

And the most important part? She never gets attached to anyone in undercover work, especially not anyone male, because she knows how dangerous loving a boy can be.

Because when you love someone, you lose yourself. You lose your focus, your goal, your posterior. And god damnit, Jasmine Kang is the most focused spy the agent world has ever seen.

: :

DELTA HEADQUARTERS: MAY 18 2024 1820

"Let me zip you up," Lindy says. Jasmine looks at herself in the mirror again, impressed with the quality of the silk dress.

"Thanks."

Lindy steps back with a smile. "You look amazing."

And she does. The dress is a sexy yet elegant floor-length gown, midnight blue and lacy in the back. It perfectly frames her figure. Jasmine slides into the five inch stilettos (which is uncomfortable as hell, considering that there are knives hidden in them,) and admires herself one last time before turning towards Lindy.

"Erin is covering for me, right? As a bartender, drugging the receiver?"

Lindy nods, applying one more coat of mascara on Jasmine's eyes. Tonight is a big night, because according to Delia (tech control) the drive is going to be exchanged at a high class ball. Alphas will be there as well, so they're sending their top field agents to take control of the scene.

"Any last minute info on the Alpha I'll be seeing tonight?" Jasmine queries.

"You know all the details. Just remember that he's very charming and deceptive. One of the few top ranking field agents."

Jasmine smiles while strapping her pistol to her thigh, hidden beneath the thin fabric. "Then he's met his match."

: :

ALPHA PRIMUM HEADQUARTERS: MAY 18 2024 1823

Logan feels like crawling into the fetal position and dying.

Garrett regards him curiously. "You okay bro?"

"Yeah," he grunts, wincing as another sharp flare stabs his feet. "Yeah, no, I'm fine. It's cool."

He had just now received the news. Tonight, he is supposed to go to a fancy hotel to stop a hand off of the drive from happening. And the earlier break-in had been a false alarm. The entire idea that the DELTA had it was a false alarm. So Logan broke his feet for nothing.

"We can switch you out with Tom... I mean, he's the only one available right now..."

Logan grimaces at the thought of Tom taking on his mission tonight. "Nah, he'll just screw everything up. I'll just prescribe some painkillers and wear those really padded soles in my shoes."

"You're the man," Garrett says, handing him some files. "Be careful though. The spy you're up against is the top agent at the DELTA. Statistics say that she's the best agent the entire system has seen in maybe forty-eight years."

Logan opens up the files, and comes face to face with a small pixelated picture of a woman. The photograph is blurry as hell, but he can tell that this woman is stunning. He can see the wry arch of her eyebrows. If he looks close enough, he can see the gleam in her eyes. She looks smart and sharp and witty. Her name is printed below it.

"Jasmine Kang."He tries the name out. It rolls over his lips easily.

"Yep."

"Hmm..."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Garrett says, "even with those busted up feet."

Even with the searing pain in his heels, he feels that he'll have a lot of fun tonight, especially with a top ranking woman to go against - Jasmine Kang.

He grins.

Finally, some challenge.

: :

There's something about Logan Watson that everyone should know. He's one badass spy, and even though he's only been in the agency for two years, he's got the smarts and the charm, and is edging his way up the rankings. Plus, he is really good at combat. Incredible at it, actually.

He is also one of the smoothest, most deceptive motherfuckers you will ever meet. And once he double-crosses you, he won't let you forget it in a hurry.

: :

"You can't be serious," says the women, tilting her head slightly to the side with an alluring smile. "Turning off your comms? That's like trapping yourself in a cage with a lion."

"Are you implying that you're the lion?"

"Hm," she hums. "Just a comparison."

He gives a brittle laugh that echoes around the deserted interrogation room. "Well, this is all under control anyways. You're unarmed and trapped. You're stuck here with me, and I have the drive and the gun, Kang."

She visibly flinches at the mention of her last name. "You're an idiot," she says icily. "You think you all have it under control, don't you? Have you ever noticed how sloppy you are?"

Subconsciously, he feels his gun point lower. "What are you talking about?"

The woman laughs. Her eyes flash. He tries to detect any sign of doubt, but if she feels nervous at all, she does an extremely good job at hiding it, especially at gunpoint. Nothing about her gives anything away.

"What are you talking about?" he repeats. His hands are getting sweaty.

"I think that you're underestimating my abilities," she says, smirking devilishly. "You think I don't have any tricks up my sleeve? You think I'm unarmed, don't you?"

Holy fuck. She's armed.

Before he can react, she's pressed him against the wall, a deadly-sharp knife in hand, pulled out of her sleeve with a mere flick. Her other hand has slapped his gun to the ground with a loud clatter. A triumphant grin laces her features. The dim lighting makes the angles of her face sharper and dear god, she is gorgeous as hell.

"Hand over the drive, Watson, and no one gets hurt," she murmurs, pressing the blade lightly against his neck, nearly enough to draw blood.

He suddenly remembers; his comms are turned off.

He knows for sure that this woman will be the death of him.