AN: Hey everyone! This takes place five years after If I Should Die Before I Wake and while you should be able to get through this one without reading the other I recommend you read them both.
It was never completely dark in the middle of London and there were always an obscene amount of people walking home from dates, piling into and out of bars, or taking a midnight jog, which made covert operations rather difficult in the heart of the city.
Wolf was sitting on top of a building looking through the scope of a sniper rifle and attempting in vain to keep a small bit of warmth in his hands. It had been a rather uneventful night of watching the agent he and his team were providing back up for socialize at an elite party in an attempt to root out some sort of enemy operative (it was decided that exactly what the mission was about was on a need to know basis and according to MI6 Wolf did not need to know).
The agent was new, only around twenty four years old, but he seemed good at his job- if Wolf hadn't been introduced to him five hours ago as Agent James Harrow he would have truly believed that he was the wealthy heir of an oil tycoon that he was pretending to be. Of course he wasn't quite as good as- he stopped himself before he could continue down that dangerous line of thought and stubbornly turned his full attention back to the agent's movements.
A server in a tuxedo approached the agent, and leaned close to him, whispering in his ear. Harrow turned pale and nodded slowly,walking into the room the server gestured towards- a room with absolutely no visibility from any of his team's vantage points.
Wolf let out a muffled curse and lunged for his radio, "I can't see you dumb ass, get back in the open."
The radio crackled to life and a quiet voice answered, "No can do Wolf, I'm a little stuck."
There was a muffled voice in the background and what sounded like the safety of a gun being released and Wolf suddenly felt very uneasy, "Who's in there with you? Abort, you hear me? Abort now!"
"I-I don't think you want me to do that." The agent suddenly sounded nervous and Wolf's hands clenched tight around his weapon, he had only failed two protection details his entire career and he didn't intend for this to be the third.
"Why's that?"
There was rustling, then a click and Wolf realized with a rush of fury that Harrow's communicator had been found and removed.
"Hello Wolf."
His heart sank and he lost his grip on the rifle in his hands.
"Cub."