Hello my darlings! It's Deeny!

Well I'm writing a new story, again. But don't worry I will still be updating my AC fics Between the Times and Dusk. I got the thought for this one earlier and just had to write it down. Anyway, there's going to be a bit of a chapter after this, so please I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Thanks guys. :)

Deeny xxx

PROLOGUE

'We're sending you out to Kharkiv later this evening with your team. We've had reports of some black market deals involving a local pharmaceutical company called Artemis Pharma. It's been reported they're working with Marko Ponikarovsky a name you will remember is on our Terrorist Black List.'

Neve Senna was sat in front of her boss's desk as he read her information he had in front of him on some random sheets of paper. Her boss was Colonel Richard Bing; the head of Intelligence at the B.S.A.A. at their headquarters in London, though everybody called him Bingo when he wasn't around. Not only did the name fit him because of his surname, but he really was a lucky bastard who had been in more scrapes than you could imagine and still come out smelling of roses. He was caffeined up to the eyeballs most of the time and would frantically pace about his office, then sit down, he'd get up again and burn off some energy, drink more coffee and so on. Neve never really paid attention to his erratic movements, only when he'd magically appear behind her and carry on talking only for her to turn around to see where he was then find he had moved again. It was hard work keeping tabs on him. Sometimes he made her jump.

'It's rumored that Ponikarovsky has been planning his own little coup for a while now, trying to throw out the current President and get in there himself. According to a reliable source of ours he has been providing various viruses to Artemis for what purpose we don't know, but something's not right. We want you to go over there and keep an eye on them, see what you can dig up.'

Neve sighed. She stood up from her chair before saluting her boss showing she understood his orders.

'I'll prep my team now sir.'

Neve turned to leave Bingo's office. She was hoping for some vacation time pretty soon but now it was obvious that it was out of the question.

'And Major…' Bingo started. She turned her head round to face him as she reached the door. Bingo had sat himself back down and was gulping away at a fresh cup of coffee she never saw him pouring. 'I want regular reports, not like your last mission. If there is anything going down out there you get that info over pronto and I'll get the big guns sent in. Okay?'

'Yes sir.'

Neve left Bingo's office and swiftly made her way down to her own. Fiddling about with her radio attached to her belt, she turned it on and shoved the earpiece into her left ear; pressing the button on the side.

'Guys, meeting in my office in five minutes. We got a job.'

Neve eventually made it in to her office just two floors down from Bingo's. Two members of her team were already there waiting for her; Lieutenant Claire Wilson and the team's resident rookie Private David Chambers.

'Where's Matt?' Neve asked her two subordinates.

'Oh he's getting coffee and doughnuts.' Claire stated as she flicked through a magazine she found lying on her officer's desk. David on the other hand was stood rigid as he was in the presence of his superior officers after all.

'At ease David will you just sit the hell down, please?' Neve said frustratedly.

'Err, yess. Yes ma'am.'

'Seriously David, it's Neve or if you really wanna be respectful that bad just call me Major. How many times do I have to tell you this? We're not in any formal, official capacity right now so just ease down okay?'

'No meeting is a meeting without munch!' A voice called from the office doorway. It was Matt. Lieutenant Matthew Grieves, the last member of Neve's small team. He burst in through the door carrying a box of doughnuts and four large coffees he had run out to get from Costa just over the road from their building. He slid the cardboard carrier on to Neve's desk and threw down a handful of sugar packs he had stashed in his jacket pocket. Everybody reached over to grab their coffee and dump the necessary amount of sugar in it.

Neve's meetings were never formal; in fact the only formal thing about them was the fact that the rookie David made them formal with his standing to attention and constant use of his superior's titles. It wound Neve up. Her team had never been the pinnacle of military excellence they were always the Black Sheep of the London B.S.A.A. None of them acted like they were all ex-army except David. He was ex-Navy and still not used to the fact that he could relax around his superiors.

David was barely twenty years old and was recruited from the Navy after he and his elder brother were caught up in a skirmish in South America whilst on leave. He looked particularly scrawny without his uniform on but he was strong enough to carry the required equipment in the Navy so look were deceiving in his case, even though the sandy-auburn hair he had and the light spattering of freckles across his nose said otherwise. Claire was a pretty, leggy blonde. Granted she was only short standing at 5'2", a bit shorter than Neve but she always said to Claire that she had "legs up to her armpits."

Matthew however had been Neve's friend for a very long time. Both were in the same battalion and did several tours of Iraq and Afghanistan together before leaving active military service in 2007. Matthew was a few years older than Neve, he thought of her as the little sister he never had. A lot of people actually thought they were brother and sister but the fact that they bore no resemblance to each other showed they weren't related. Matthew was built like a tank standing over 6 foot; a blonde, handsome man save for his nose that had been broken more than once from his days of playing rugby and boxing. He looked like a jock but did not have the stereotypical jock personality. It was Neve who requested that he join the B.S.A.A. after her own admittance. There was no-one else she would rather have as her partner, watching her back. His adoptive little sister, Neve was an inch or two taller than Claire with the typical female soldier build, jet black hair and murky hazel coloured eyes that had seen some atrocities and like the rest of her team she was suffering from some kind of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but frequent sessions with the B.S.A.A. resident Psychiatrist which was pretty much mandatory for all ex-military personnel kept it in check; especially with all the monstrosities they came across in this job. The entire team were the misfits of the B.S.A.A. but they got their job done so nobody complained.

Their "meeting" didn't last long. Somewhere in-between the devouring of doughnuts and lattes their game plan was discussed. Flight plans had already been made and they had been made reservations at a fairly decent hotel in Kharkiv for that evening, so by their calculations they could be in the hotel bar by nine that night and commence surveillance the next morning stinking of beer, cigarettes and a greasy breakfast. They would only be there for a few days if everything went well, all the team were hoping for that at least.