As Kensi pulled the towel close to her body, she looked around to be sure Callen had left, before dropping it and heading into the bedroom. It wasn't that she didn't want him to see her body, he had seen it all last night. In vivid detail. She just wanted to make sure he had left so that she could get ready for work. She pulled out her hair dryer and blew her hair before brushing it and pulling it up in to a loose ponytail. She went to the back of her closet and pulled out her black cargo pants and black long sleeved tee along with some heavy steel toe capped boots. She laced them up and pulled out her laptop from underneath her bed. She opened it up before typing a code into the encryption key, allowing her to access her very secure intranet. She pulled up a ghost folder, which contained a list of military spies that had worked for her father on the black ops missions he had worked in the past. Officially he had been training soldiers for the military but she wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have to leave at a moments notice to do that. She knew from very young that he worked in a different position. That's when Kensi started to learning coding and hacking. It was easy.

She started hacking the school that she was at changed her grades to straight A's. She wasn't a bad student but when it came to the exams, she just couldn't remember a thing she had learnt. Then it was social media. Simple algorithm to find passwords. She hacked those 'popular' kids that used to bully her. It was fun for a while, posting fake stuff on their accounts. But she soon realised she could do more with her skills. She joined a group that hacked for revenge on corporate shmucks who couldn't use a firewall correctly. Businesses that tested on animals. She advanced her skills under the legendary Black Queen. Together the two were unstoppable. However, The Black Queen had been in the watchlist of the FBI and CIA and had been caught on a routine hack. For while Kensi hacked without purpose and lost her way a little. She ended up living in the streets. After some time had past she found herself looking for meaning to many unanswered questions regarding her fathers death. She rejoin the Star Chamber and hacked the military to find records of Donald Blye service records. She had found that he had been working on very deep black operations. The kind that a government would deny if questioned about. Some involved the deaths of high ranking insurgents and the rescue of civilians that had not been sanctioned by the countries government. He had been killed in crossfire and honourably buried and Kensi had found peace with that.

She closed the list and opened a website. She had a message. Shadow Master, a new assignment awaits. Head to 14800 Western Ave Ste 101. Gardena to meet with the contact to receive the file. 'A new assignment' Kensi thought. 'Best get going.' She closed the laptop and placed it under her bed before grabbing her black leather jacket and keys and heading to the parking lot outside of her apartment. She walked round the building and stood before her motorcycle. Pure black with a silver exhaust. She turned the key and revved the engine. It roared to life and she pulled out of the lot on her way to the meet spot. LA traffic was a nightmare as usual but she weaved in between the cars and had no trouble getting to Western Avenue. She pulled up outside of the address. Cyber City read the sign above the door. She parked up, securing her motorcycle before heading into the the cyber cafe. She order a Latte and a musketeer, and took a seat in the seating area. She watched out the window as vehicles and people passed by.

She was soon joined by a smartly dressed gentleman with a briefcase. Mid to late thirties with brown hair and a slight beard. "Shadow Master, I presume." He asked more than stated. A country accent showed that he hadn't lived in the city all his life. Kensi gestured him to join her. As he did, he pulled out a Manila envelope and placed it on the table. "His name is Grant Matthers. He is being accused of theft. I need you to hack the surveillance cameras of the building in the file and edit it so that the feed doesn't show him there between twelve and one on Thursday last week. Can you do that?" Kensi opened the file and looked though the data. A large coorporate mogul who is rising through the ranks in his company. Youngest lawyer at the firm. The building was home to the firm he worked at. 'Espionage.' Kensi thought. "Simple." She stated. "However, my terms were clearly stated. 50% now. 50% once the job is done." With that the gentleman pulled out an envelope marked 1 and handed it to her. "25 in non-sequential bills." He reviewed. Kensi picked up the envelope and flicked through the bills. She nodded and stood. "Wait here." Then headed over to a free computure and began.

The task was simple. Find footage from a previous day that didn't have Grant Matthers on and then substitute it in for the video footage of him entering the building. Hacking the law firm was probably the hardest part because she had to sneak through without leaving a trace and finding the file with the security tapes in. Once she was in she found the file. It was labelled 'security tapes'. Almost too easy. She reviewed the tapes from previous days and it out a segment that would fit. She moved in to the week before and clicked onto Thursday's file. Swapping the clips out was done without issue and making it look seamless, well, she could do that in her sleep. Ten minutes later she returned to the table. "There you go" she said as she passed him new screenshots from the time and date needed. He was no where to be seen in the footage. With that, the gentleman reached back into his briefcase and pulled out another envelope, this one had a 2 written on the front and handed it to Kensi. She flicked through the bills as she had done with the first envelope of cash. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you." The gentleman said before getting up and leaving. Kensi waited a few moments before getting up and leaving herself. She got on her bike and headed home via the beach, her favourite route home.