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"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive." - Sir Walter Scott

I. Janus

A lone figure sat at an empty conference table waiting for the big wigs to file in so she could start her debriefing. The figure sat and stared out the bullet resistant floor to ceiling glass windows looking out over the Potomac River. She smirked, it was kind of funny after all her service to this organization she had never once stepped foot into this building. It made sense though, considering only about 30% of the organizations employees actually worked in the building, plus she technically unofficially worked for the organizations clandestine branch.

Fifteen years ago, she would have never thought that as a result of accepting this job, that her life was going to end up like this. All those years ago she made a commitment and signed up for something she didn't fully understand the implications of,if she could go back in time, she would have said no. She looked down at the stamped classified report file in front of her, 723 pages that was it. 723 pages single spaced in 11 point font summarized all of what she had accomplished in 15 years, all the investigating, the double dealing,the lies and half-truths. It would have been 826 pages but she removed 103 of those pages to protect the people who she owed her life to. Her time apart from them had past so agonizingly slow and fast at the same time. Not a day went by that she didn't think about them, how they were all doing, if they were safe. If her employers ever found out what she was hiding they would probably torture and kill her.

She still was haunted by what she had to do to accomplish her mission. She rolled her shoulders and massaged her chest her wound was still giving her phantom pains. She hated the way they orchestrated her extraction. It made her sick to her stomach every time she relived the last moments in her nightmares. The lives she'd inadvertently disrupted and shattered.

When she accepted the employment offer she didn't think that she would be thrown into a critical mission after only 10 months of rigorous training. Her mission involved her constructing a cover so deep that it fooled everyone around her. Her "family", her "friends", everything had been based on half-truths and lies to protect her mission and true intentions. The cover was so well put together that it made her beyond suspicion and beyond reproach, it made her easily dismissible. She had to change her physical appearance, she even had to go as far as starting her own family. She let out a scoff, she was literally the textbook definition of a sleeper agent.

As the conference doors opened, she rose to her feet and stood at attention as her superiors filled into the room. After they had all settled into their seats, she took in the presence of all the military brass and high ranking officials. She lowered the projector screen and dimmed the lights and began the debriefing.

Eight and a half hours later she finished the presentation and made her way to the elevators. Once the elevator reached the lobby she made her way to the front desk to return her badge, retrieve her phone and sign out of the building. As she waited for the desk employee to retrieve her phone her eyes wandered to the seal on the wall behind the desk. She stared at the seal that consisted of a picture of the earth encircled by two red atomic ellipses. Sitting on top of the earth was a gold flaming torch, above the torch were 13 stars and below the earth was a wreath, encircling the whole image were gold bold letters that read 'Defense Intelligence Agency United States of America'.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the desk clerk handing her phone back over to her. She grabbed her phone and then the pen on the counter and scrolled down the sign in sheet till she found her name, 'J. Ward' in at 09:00 out at 19:45. She turned on her heel and left the building to return to her temporary apartment in D.C. to await her next assignment. As she made her way to the parking lot she didn't notice the red light of the security camera flick on as it observed her.

Data processing…applying facial recognition…processing…identity match:99.999%…current status: deceased…updating…current status: active…former asset confirmed…threat level: unknown...affiliation: classified...searching databases: classified...subject status: under surveillance...data archived…..contacting admin.

In the dark quite of the abandoned library a computer monitor screen flicks on and the soft hum of a printer coming online cut through the silence. After a few minutes a single sheet of paper was printed out consisting of a screenshot of a news paper article that read "Decorated New York Detective, Gunned Down by Corrupt Police Officer".

An: I'm going to try my hand at a full blown story,this will be an AU type of setting. It was inspired by my over active imagination centered around the fact that Joss, im my opinion, had a lot of unexplained skills with weaponry and being able to spot/ditch CIA agents. This first chapter is just a set up,the rating might go up as i get further along in the story.

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*Janus refers to the Roman god who in art is depicted with two heads facing opposite ways.

(i.e being two faced) got the idea from an episode of this show called Numbers.