It's customary to right a review of a mission after you get back, just so that your supervisors know what went down from your prospective. As being in the Force for almost 10 years now, I've only written two; my first one, and this one.

With the amount of technology that we have now, no one really needed to read the full story of the mission, just the facts. Ever since that day in New York, and the mission that took almost five months to complete, all my superiors have been on my ass to write down what happened. And here it is.

The letter came across my desk on July 20th, 2009. On top of the manila envelope stated my name, Katherine Thorn, and IMPORTANT INFORMATION ran across the envelope. Before I could even open the letter, I knew what it was going to be about. It says I'm going into the field, I thought, slipping my finger through the top of the envelope and ripping the edge. Pulling out the papers, I saw the pictures of the people who would be working with me; Luther, Declan, Zhen, and an un-photographed member. Must be someone new, I thought to myself, not even bothering to read the name. I skimmed through the information given. Target: a drug dealer suspected to also be giving out diagrams on nuclear war-heads. Sounded like an easy mission at the time.

Packing up the papers, I placed them into my messenger-bag, covered my blonde hair with an old baseball cap, and left my office, heading towards the conference room to learn more from Bassel about the mission ahead. Wondering how much of a rookie the new guy would be, I barely noticed who was in the room until I heard "Hi, Blondie."

The voice was one from the past, one I haven't heard in years. I looked up and counted heads. Everyone was there, including the new guy. But the way the back of his head looked, the all to familiar smirk that could be barely seen, I knew all too well.

"What the hell is Hunt doing here?" I demanded. Ethan straightened his back and leaned across the table, a crooked smile upon his face.

The glare never left my eyes as Bassel explained that he has come back into action for this mission. "It better not be a problem," he said, "or I'll re-assign everyone off this mission faster than you can blink." The history between Hunt and me has never been a secret. Before he met his wife, Julia, Ethan and I had been a serious couple for about 2 years. Then, on a mission about 3 years ago, we were in a heated argument about something, and… well, you can say we ended on a very bad note.

"No," I said, the strain still in my voice and a glare still on my face. "It won't be an issue at all."

"Good. Now," Bassel said as he pulled out photos of the target, "Your mission, if you decide to choose it, and you have no choice, is to become close to Rodriguez, learn everything you can about him, then take him out, but only if he is dealing the nuclear weapons. We can't mess this up, got it?" Murmurs of agreement floated through the room, and, without any other words, Bassel left the room.

It was quiet for a moment, no one exactly sure what to say. Taking charge, I said, "Ok, we leave in four hours. Go and get your crap together. We'll meet back here." With that, everyone started walking off towards whatever destination they wanted, except for one person, who decided to follow me to my office.

"You look good," Ethan said from behind me. "Your eyes seem bluer. New contacts?"

"Apparently they're not doing such a good job, because I still can see you," I snapped, still facing forward. My office was only a few feet away, but Ethan stayed on my heels.

"Someone's touchy today," he smirked, coming around to stand in front of me. I wanted to slap the smile right off his face, the one I tried so hard to forget. Completely ignoring him, I walked around him and went straight into my office, closing the door in his face.

The room was completely quiet, which was good, since it gave me some time to relax. A packed suitcase sat next to my desk, always ready to go on a mission. This office was like my safe zone. No one bothered me while I was in here, and it was soundproof, so I couldn't hear anything from the outside world. Which was good since it kept Ethan at bay… Or until he forced his way in.

I shuffled a few papers around and placed them and my laptop into a bag. Then I walked over to the closet and picked up a small duffle bag that was always ready for a mission. Having everything, I picked up my laptop case and my duffle bag and opened the door.

To no surprise, Hunt was leaning against the adjacent wall. "I figured out what's different about you!" he exclaimed, taking my hat off my head and putting it on his. "You died your hair a lighter blonde. Looks good."

"You give that back or-"

"Or you'll break up with me? Oh wait! You already did that."

"But I wasn't the one who left the job to get married, now was I?" I asked, playing the disloyalty card. I could already tell from that moment that the mission was nowhere near going to be enjoyable.