The next morning Ana woke up early quickly slipping into some clean clothes and, pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. She opened the heavy steel door of her room, and slid through the halls towards the shower room. Opening the door to the door to the women's shower room, she let it close with a quiet thud behind her. Pulling her hair out of the ponytail it fell messily over her shoulders, she pulled her white racer back tank top and placed it carefully next to one of the shower stalls. Removing her bra, pants and underwear she placed all of them neatly next to the shower stall. A shiver went down her spine, the air in the room was cold, there weren't really any women on the base so the room was hardly ever used. She opened the dull green shower door and began to turn the taps and the water sprang from the shower head. The water stung her arm as she continued to play with taps.

Locking the door with a slight click Ana stepped into the hot shower, the steam filled the room, and she sighed deeply. The water felt like heavy against her skin, and she enjoyed the warmth of the air around her. She picked up the shampoo that rested on the ledge next to her, pouring the clear pink liquid into her hand she rubbed it against her head. The faint scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air and a small smile crossed her pink lips. Washing the shampoo from her hair she closed her eyes tightly taking a deep breath and immersing her head into the water flow. As the white suds flowed down her body, it swirled into the silver drain. Opening her eyes she pushed the water out of them, and exhaled loudly letting her lungs fill with the warm oxygen that surrounded her.

She grasped for the white bar of unscented soap and ran it over her creamy pale skin. It left a slight lather over her skin, and she placed it back working the lather on more. The water flowed over her body washing the suds off of her. Turning around she turned off the water, slowly twisting the taps the water ceased to flow. She opened to the door shower stall and over to a white cabinet in the right corner of the room. Opening the door she pulled out a white fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body, it was rough against her skin. Rubbing the water off her skin she stared at her foggy visage in the mirror. Wrapping her hair in the towel she roughly rubbed her head as she bent over flinging her hair back she stood up straight. The still damp strands of hair clung to her shoulders, and walking back to the shower stall she quickly slipped her clothes on. Pulling her hair into a high pony tail she tossed her used towel into a large white cloth laundry bin.

Opening the door to the shower room she walked slowly into the hallway, and towards the mess hall. She was starving, her stomach growled lowly, and she rested her hand on it patting it. She would fill it with fresh hot sausages that dripped with grease, and sweet fruit that burst with juice in her mouth. She turned the corner, pushing open the large door she made her way into the mess hall, this time Logan, Victor was sitting in their corner as usual but there was Agent Zero, or John. Wade was chatting with Bolt not to far from the doors. Ana wished she could sneak in and possibly just eat by herself, but both Wade and Bolt looked up at her. Bolt waved, and so did Wade, but she wasn't in the mood today.

"Hey Red!" Wade called waving her over. With a small smile she waved at Wade and walked to the buffet ignoring the invitation to sit with him. She picked up a plate placing some fruit and sausage on it, the smell of the greasy meat made her stomach roar like a starved lion. Taking her plate she ignored the eyes that burning holes into her and sat in a corner away from friendly invitations. She had a lot on her mind and didn't want to deal with the interpersonal relationships with her new team members. Wade walked over confidently and turned the chair around sitting down his arms resting on the back of the chair.

"Yes Wade?" She inquired, not meeting Wade's warm gaze and taking a bite out of her apple. It made a loud crunch and she let her left arm rest on the cool metal table, her hand clenched in a loose fist.

"What's with the cold shoulder Red?" He asked his voice was warm and held a hint of confusion that made her stomach churn in revulsion. She wanted him to go away, she didn't want to listen to what ever Wade had to say, she wanted to go over the information she had in her head.

"I am not giving you the cold shoulder Wade I am just preoccupied." She replied casually, her voice remained unusually even and calm, her voice was too even. Wade knew she was angry even if she wouldn't admit it to him, or even to herself.

"Let me see those pretty eyes and I will believe you." Wade shot back trying to raise at least a bit of a smile or a rush of appreciation in the woman. Ana glared at her plate and debated her options, Wade was attempting to bring out her charity but she was not going to let her pride be slighted by him.

"Don't you have anything to do?" She growled raising her head their eyes met and Wade felt his heart sink into his chest. Her eyes were burning with a frosty coldness that he remembered all too often when he was in a relationship. It was a look of disappointment and hatred.

"I told you the best sleep you'd ever have would be next to me." She laughed a bit, almost choking on her apple. What a joke. The idea of throwing Wade across the room was becoming incredibly tempting. His Jokes were pathetic at best, how dare he speak to her like that. Colonel Stryker walked into the room and the air became frigid, he looked at Wade and Ana with a stern, and cold face.

"You two follow me I have a mission for the two of you." Stryker called, they both got up. Ana pushed her now empty plate away from her and followed Stryker. Wade pushed the door open and paused watching Ana slip past him and into the hallway.

"Ana I need you to go on a mission, it's a strictly recon mission, you will be locating a man named Khalid Jeffar, he is an African businessman."

"OK, what's so special about him?" Ana asked curiously, picking her words carefully she watched his face. Every slight movement could tell her a lot, but his face remained blank as he took in her words.

"You will find that out if you can find him for me." Stryker deflected with a quick smile.

"What does Wade have to do with this?" She asked before Wade could open his big mouth.

"He will be your muscle shall we say if anything goes wrong." Stryker announced, "You will be gone for a couple of days, I am sending you to France to find one of his associates. His name is Francois Bouvier he is an arms dealer. I am expecting utmost discretion."

"Alright." Ana agreed, with a small smile on her face. It was a dream mission for her, just like infiltrating the Weapon X program. This would be a moment to revel in the cloak and dagger world she loved so much. Her heart raced as she thought about her new target, and the moment she would drain every ounce of information from him.

"Do we get to share a room?" Wade asked Stryker, with a deep sleazy voice that made Ana's skin crawl.

"Sadly Ana will have to share a room with you." Stryker replied, "Your plane leaves in thirty minutes, go get the things you'll need. We are giving you a small amount of money to purchase anything you may need while you are there."

They both nodded and all three went their separate ways to get ready, Ana didn't have much for clothing so she packed what she had in an army green canvas bag and planned to buy some more alluring clothing while she was there. It was France after all she couldn't be caught catching an arms dealer in sweats and a tank top. Pulling the green canvas tab on the zipper she closed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. Looking around her room, she went over her mental checklist in her head before deciding she was ready to leave.

Stryker walked silently through the halls his feet hitting the polished cement floors with a quiet rhythm. He was intent on getting Ana out of the base, he wanted some time free from the nosy little girl. Sending her with Wade meant, he could easily get more information about her behavior outside of the base. Stryker had been keeping a close eye on her, and he was growing suspicious of her behavior. Opening the door to the stairwell he began to walk up the stairs. Each step led him closer and closer to her charts.

He opened the door of the stairwell and weaved through the halls to his office, the subordinate officers scattered out of his way. He ruled his base with an iron fist, he smiled as he began to think how ironic a concept that was. He had been assigned to this mission because of his PhD in genetics, and he was fascinated by the mutant phenomenon, they could be the perfect soldiers. Morgana was a great example, she previously had special forces training, and had psychic powers that in the wrong hands could be devastating, like the Russians. Ever since the Cuban Missile crisis the Generals above him had been putting pressure on him to create the perfect soldiers and spies to work against them.

Opening the door to his office he walked inside and closed the door gently behind him. He walked over to his filing cabinet and ran his fingers over the names, there it was Neely, Morgana. With a smile he carried the file over to his desk and laid the manila folder in front of him. Opening it he pulled out the brain wave scans. His brows furrowed in deep concentration as he looked at them.

It was interesting it seemed her brain waves spiked to inhuman proportions. Her delta brainwaves were off the charts, it seemed she had been using her powers for extreme feats for long periods of time. As indicated by the gamma and beta brain wave patterns, she was highly alert with high spiking Alpha and Theta brainwaves. She had been up to something, he stroked his chin thinking carefully on the girl he had. There is no way he could pry the information out of her, and if he wasn't careful she would know he was suspicious of her. He leaned back into his chair deep in thought, her powers had been too good to pass up and fell to conveniently into his hands. Stryker decided the best plan to prevent her from realizing his suspicion was to do as much work as he could on the road, away from the base, and away from her prying mind

Ana walked through the base her feet landing quietly on the pavement, she pulled open the stairwell door and began to jog up the stairs. Wade always had a bag packed waiting for his next mission, he sat silently on a box secured with rope and canvas watching as the plane was loaded. They were filling it with boxes, and bags. They were probably a mix of weapons, medical gear and tents. It had been years since he had worked in the military, once he was dishonorably discharged he became a mercenary. He snorted in derision at his time in the military, remembering why he joined, it was such a stupid reason. He came from a military family, his father was a Colonel, and believed in a strict authoritarian parenting style. Which was probably the reason Wade had so many issues with authority now.

Ana appeared in his vision her bag slung over her shoulder, he smiled softly to himself. Finally he'd get some time alone with her, although he knew full well his disappearance had not left her feeling any more fond of him. He hopped off the box and bent down to grab his bag. He held it loosely in his left and shooting the red head a charming smile. She ignored him, and paused taking in the scene around her. They were about to board a transport plane, as she scanned the army recruits loading the plane she turned back to Wade. He continued to smile at her before he walked towards the plane.

Ana followed his lead their feet made loud banging sounds as they walked up the ramp. Along the sides of the plane were benches that had seat belts dangling against the wall. Wade sat on the seat closest to the front of the plane. Ana followed him sitting across from him it was going to be a very long flight. Wade's eagerness and inability to understand the word no would grate on her nerves. She sighed deeply, the roar of the loud engine made it clear they were ready for take off. The door to the plane began to rise and soon with a loud clank it was sealed shut. There was no way to escape Wade now. They both lurched forward and backwards as the plane took off, and before they knew it they were in the air. Now she would have to see if her nerves could endure the twelve hour flight she had with Wade.

"So, do we know anything about this arms dealer?" Ana asked Wade who was watching her carefully. His brown eyes, ran over her body taking in every inch of her body language. She grit her teeth as she watched him. Their eyes met and she was surprised he wasn't his usual joking self.

"They gave me a file, you want to look at it?" He asked, she nodded taking it from him. Bouvier liked to frequent expensive restaurants, the ones that were primarily black tie. She chuckled causing Wade to look at her. "What's so funny?"

"You will need a tux for this mission." She commented sifting through papers. "I will go over this with you when we touch down you play with your sword." Wade grabbed his sword and started to sharpen it, she just closed her eyes and relaxed to the soothing rhythmic sound of his sharpening stone on his blades.

When they touched down it was pitch dark, it was the perfect time to go to their hotel without anyone noticing. They got off the plane and were met with a black car with tinted windows, the driver was dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. He opened the door and let Ana slide in, she thanked him and Wade followed her lead.

"Wow you'd think Stryker was trying to get me laid." Wade remarked at the luxury of the car. They were resting against Italian leather seats. She glared at him and said nothing, it was important that they appeared like the kind of people who would frequent the five star restaurants and clubs that Bouvier. Ana had missed Paris she hadn't been there in years, the last time she was there she was hunting a Nazi for the Russian government. She smiled softly as she watched the beautiful city go by, the lights of the ornate street lights, and yellow glow against the beautiful architecture. Pulling herself from her daze she grabbed her backpack from off the floor and pulled out a white and red sun dress.

"Wade, if you don't mind." Ana commanded getting ready to put her dress on.

"And miss this show hell no." Wade retorted with a twinkle in his eye and a perverted smile on his face. She rolled her eyes and pulled off her white racer back tank top to reveal the black lace bra she was wearing.

"Fine." She handed him the tank top, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off then slipped the dress on. She zipped herself up and smoothed out her dress. Pulling her pony tail out her hair fell down around her face messily. "I think we're here."

The driver stopped the car outside of the hotel, he then walked around to her side of the car and opened the door. Ana quickly stuffed her clothes into the bag and handed it to Wade, flicking her hair over her shoulder she stepped out of the car, thanking the driver. Wade got out on the opposite side. The hotel wasn't too terribly fancy, granted she didn't expect much from the American government. The driver handed the rest of the luggage to the bell hops and she and Wade went into the building, it wasn't too bad it reminded her of the play Cyrano De Bergerac, the white stone pillars in front of the hotel and the beautiful ornate carvings around the warm redwood doors. She loved old literature and the old the architecture made her feel like she was in a novel. They walked up to the check in desk and Ana smiled.

"Bon soir, Mademoiselle, and Monsieur." The Clerk greeted, he was a young man with short black hair, dressed in a white shirt with a black vest and black pants.

"Hey we have a room here." Ana told him in her perfect French to make the transaction quicker, the man behind the desk smiled and remarked about her how beautiful her French was. She sounded like she was a native to the South of France. The thin, well dressed man behind the counter quickly sorted everything out, and Wade and Ana were given the key.

"Here is the key, it's room 203. I hope the lovely couple has a wonderful night." The clerk said with a smiled. Wade shot a glance at Ana with a smile, as they walked towards the elevator Wade did something unspeakable, putting his hand on her lower back they waited for the elevator to open. As soon as it did his hand slid down her back to her bottom and pinched it gently. With a high pitch squeal she jumped away from Wade and glared at him, as he just smiled back. The ride in the elevator was silent, Ana was exhausted she hadn't slept for a moment on the plane. They arrived on the second floor and the doors of the elevator opened and they stepped into the hall. Moving quickly through the hall Wade found the room, Ana put the key in the hole and opened the door. There was the room, it was a deep sensuous red, with stark white curtains and gold, and brown bed spread on the queen sized bed. The bell hop brought their things in, Wade gave him ten francs and they were left alone. She sat on the bed looking at Wade.

"We need to go shopping tomorrow we need to get some black tie clothing." Ana explained she and began to yawn.

"I am not wearing a tux." Wade said firmly.

"Fine how about a suit?" She pressed as she took off her shoes.

"We can negotiate." Wade retorted he pulled off his t-shirt tossing it on the red velvet chair. "So what are you going to sleep in?" She raised her eye brow and smirked.

"Well since I don't have many clothes I will be sleeping in my underwear." She informed him turning her back to him she unzipped her dress and slipped it off, picking it up she laid it gently on the same chair Wade had casually tossed his shirt on to. Pulling down the covers she slipped into the bed, the sheets were soft and silky against her skin. Wade watched her admiring her toned body, in her sexy black lace bra and lace boy shorts. He undid his pants and tossed them aside, sliding into the other side of them. They both quickly fell asleep, the trip had been long and they were both exhausted.

Ana awoke in the morning finding herself alone in the room, stretching she decided it would be best to take a shower and then start looking at the file since Wade was out. When she stepped into the bathroom she turned on the shower and the room began to fill with steam. Stripping her underwear off she stepped into the shower, the hot water stung her skin, she relaxed as her body began to adjust to the hot water. She washed her hair, body and shaved her legs then stepped out turning off the water, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her. Her face broke out in a soft smile, the towel was so fluffy and soft she never wanted to take it off. Opening the door back to the other room she found Wade with some shopping bags.