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Hall Of Mirrors: Trinity:

"Oh god, whose idea was that!" I couldn't help but agree.

The walls, ceiling and pillars were covered in reflective glass mirrors.

"Who designed this? This is nightmare for someone like me" I had to agree; being an assassin, who relied on stealth and not being noticed by the target, in a place made of mirrors was not going to be easy.

"We need to keep walking." I muttered in his ear and felt him straighten up beside me.

"Yeah sorry, you're right, let's go."
Together we walked up to the receptionist and asked for our room. I let Clint do the talking, as I was still nervous. In one of the mirrors, I saw Lola enter behind us. I watched the shock register on her face and then saw her chuckle, after she saw me looking, and mouthed to me 'sucks for Barton'. I smiled too, and then turned back to Clint who practically dragged me towards the lifts.

"Whoa, what's up with you?" he turned and gave me a pointed look.

"The building in which we have to protect 10 high priority investors and may have to fight in is made of mirrors, plus our room number is 666 and 6 is my unlucky number"

"Okay I'll give you the mirrors but I didn't peg you as a guy who believed in luck"

"Well, Dr. Taylor, there's a lot you still don't know about me", I rolled my eyes and stepped into the lift.

"Likewise, Agent Barton." I whispered, still weary of the fact that there was a camera in the elevator.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "Like what?"

I rolled my eyes at him again, "Like… I like to have Cheerios in the morning, for breakfast."

"That so doesn't count. I mean stuff like, you are terrified of spiders or you think walking through doors backwards is unlucky. And Cheerios, really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have no feelings towards spiders, and…" I paused as the doors dinged open on our floor. I grinned at him and made a point of turning around and walking backwards through the lift door, "Does that answer your question? And Cheerios are great, don't dis my Cheerios."

"Oh wow, we have a rebel over here. Walking through doors backwards, I don't know how you do it!" He teased as we made our way to the room.

When we got there we dumped our suitcases, which contained our suits and more weapons than we were already carrying, and put in our comm. Systems.

"This is Barton, checking in, Lola do you copy, over?" He said into his earpiece.

"I copy loud and clear, but I think I should have a code name too. I was thinking oh mighty hilarious one, but that may be a bit obvious." Her voice filtered through the communication device in my ear. I looked at Barton and we rolled our eyes at each other.

"Yeah, we will work on it. Make it top priority, everyone else can wait…" Clint said sarcastically.

"I guess you could work on it. Trinity can do both, everyone knows that women are genetically programmed to be able to multitask, whereas men struggle to only do one thing at a time." Came Lola's quick response, I snorted in amusement and Clint scowled at me.

"Okay, so we are going to go scope out the conference rooms, are you set up yet?" I asked, trying to avoid the bickering session that looked inevitable after Lola's last comment.

"I am just getting security cameras up now, hang on." She said, and you could hear the patter of keys as she typed something furiously. "Alright, so, all of the investors are staying on the floor below you – my floor. They are in rooms: 521, 523, 525, 527, 529, you get the picture… The rooms in between them are rooms for their bodyguards. The conference rooms are on the 7th floor and are empty at the moment, I control all the cameras so when you're all suited up, you can go"

"Okay thanks Lola" I grabbed my suit and walked towards the bathroom to change, as I turned to close the door I saw Clint take his shirt off and saw the muscles in his back ripple, I realized I had been starting for a bit too long, shook myself and closed the door quickly, trying to stay focused.

A few minutes later we were both ready, and had both decided it would be better to have our weapons with us even though this was just a scouting mission, just in case.

"Ready guys? I have looped the cameras for the 6th and 7th floors so you two are invisible" I looked at Clint and he nodded, his face suddenly professional and unreadable. We walked to the lifts; I tried to hide my nerves and thought I was doing well until Clint said,

"Don't worry, Trinity, this is a routine mission, nothing to worry about" I gave him a weak smile and nodded in agreement.

We then proceeded to go up the stairs and along the corridors towards the conference room. We knew the room would be thoroughly swept for any electronic listening or video devices, so we didn't bother placing any. Instead I took out a small camera and began a video sweep of the room, the footage going directly to Tony and Lola's computers. Clint was going through all possible escape and entry routes, testing the thickness of the glass with some device. I was concentrating hard on the video sweep but I couldn't help but glance over at Clint every now and then, luckily for me he was so focused on the job in hand he didn't notice me looking. Once satisfied with the feed she had, Lola told us to go down to her room.

"Let's go sweetheart," Clint looked at me, and gestured to the door, smirking. I just rolled my eyes and pushed the button to the elevator.

"Do let's…" I mocked back, and he grinned. A picture of the Cheshire cat popped up in my mind.

As we stepped into Lola's room, I stopped and gaped in amazement. She had completely transformed it; there were wide-screen computers up everywhere with holographic floor plan and a 3-D picture of the conference room projected into the living area.

"Damn Lo, you're fast!" Clint exclaimed after admitting a low, appreciative whistle.

"You guys don't get to have all the fun." She shrugged, and then grinned evilly, "though, I must say, you two make a very cute – and suspiciously convincing – couple."

Clint and I just groaned as she laughed (read, cackled) to herself.

"Did you get everything?" Clint asked, back to business.

"Yep, alls good on the southern front. Get it, because I'm below the conference room? Oh I do crack myself up." She began laughing at her own joke.

"It wasn't that funny Lola…" I said

"Or at all…" Clint added.

"Oh hush, you love my jokes. From this data, it seems most likely that they will come in from the entrance, because it is too easy for us to monitor the other places, and I'm pretty sure they think that we won't expect the obvious."

Her thought process seemed slightly convoluted and illogical to me but I didn't bother disagreeing as I saw Clint nod in agreement, I was still so new to this whole thing but I tried to put that out of my mind.

"Anyway, we have two days until the conference to prepare and strategize. Right now I'm starving, I heard Bruce mention something about making a curry he learned to make in India one time. So, let's go."

Hello my lovelies, I hope you are still with me! I just got back from an amazing trip in Sri Lanka, I recommend you should all go there it is gorgeous. I hope you are still with me because I think I know where this is all going now. I am going to grace you all with two chapters as a reward for your patience. I hope you like them! As always, reviews and feedback are always welcome.

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Marzipan: AH! Thank you so much, okay, so you are right. They are too awesome to be dancing around each other, yet too awesome for them to be together straight out. So there is my dilemma , but don't worry, there will be some more scenes with them soon.