Violet threw her scrubs into her bag as she got ready for her night shift. She didn't mind doing the night shift as she felt it went quicker than during the day, but the emergency room was usually packed by midnight. Her attention was distracted by her TV playing in the background, a local news channel. The news of Nick Fury's death had pretty much gone world-wide now which her father wasn't too happy about. It meant that the news of Hydra's rising was spreading, and the people of Washington would be hounding the president for answers on what was going to happen and what should they do.

She rested on the edge of the bed, watching the news. It was getting scary, this whole Hydra business. Violet couldn't imagine what would happen if Hydra really did take over, killing millions of people. She feared at the thought that she might be one of them. As her father had said, you couldn't trust anyone now, not knowing whether they were working for Hydra and with her being the president's daughter, she was a high target, especially now that he oversaw ending them.

She picked up the remote and shut the TV off, not wanting to think about that anymore. She had a long night ahead of her and couldn't be distracted. She slipped on her coat and slung her bag over her shoulder, shutting the lights off and closing her bedroom door before making her way to the waiting SUV outside. The sun had set now, and it was dark. The lights of the lawn illuminated the outside of the house, the sound of crickets chirping, and her SUV was parked right outside, Bruno waiting at the door to open it.

"Hey Bruno" she greeted with a smile and was met by a polite nod.

"Miss" he said, and she cringed at the name. She had told him to call her Violet but he obviously either didn't listen to her or wasn't comfortable with it. She hated being greeted so formally. She was only in her twenties and didn't want to be addressed as any older than that.

"Hey Michael" she said cheerfully as she slipped onto the plush leather seats, practically gliding across like butter on toast as she sat in her seat.

"Good evening, Violet, all ready" he said as he noticed her searching her bag and her pockets.

"Shit, hang on I forgot my phone, I'll be right back" she slipped back out the car and rushed inside. She could have left it behind, but she'd only regret it later when she was bored and had nothing to do but scroll online. Plus, her phone had a tracking device planted inside encase there was ever a situation where she couldn't be found and during this time, it was a necessity.

She climbed the mountain of stairs, jogging down to her room. Her phone was resting on the bedside table by her bed, and she sighed a little as she grabbed it, the bright screen lighting up her face as she tapped it, checking for any notifications. She was about to turn back and make her way down to the car when she froze.

The window, it was open. The light breeze outside blew the satin silk curtains, the thin material rustling slightly as they fell back against the edges of the window. She stared at it with confusion written all over her face, her eyes slightly narrowed, and she slowly stepped towards it. She could have sworn she shut. It was defiantly shut when she left her bedroom. There was a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach as she crept towards the window. What if… what if someone… or something opened it?

Violet reached the window and pulled back the floaty curtains, peaking outside. The lawn was clear, no one to be seen and there was little sound except for the wind whistling in the air.

'Perhaps I didn't shut it' she began to question herself. A possibility could be that her mother might have come in and opened it, for what reason she didn't know but she couldn't spend too much time dwelling on it. With one final look, she pulled the window down with a snap and pulled the curtains across, blocking the view and the sick feeling inside her floated away. She shook her head and retreated downstairs, hopping in the SUV and after a minute of talking to Michael, the strange incident with her window vanished.

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The door to Violet's bedroom shut which alerted the asset she was gone. After a moment of waiting, just encase she decided to come back in, he opened the door to her wardrobe and stepped back into her bedroom. It was a close call, but he made it just in time before she stepped in. Although he needed to be more careful. Leaving the window open nearly blew his cover and the last thing he needed was to become compromised on his mission.

He crept silently around her bedroom, big heavy boots taking light steps to not alert anyone downstairs that someone was in her room. even if they did come in, he'd be able to take them out in a second, quick and easy. They'd die instantly. But then came the issue of stashing the bodies. No, his mission was to infiltrate and retrieve information.

His metal hand glided across the smooth furniture around the room, his fingers slipping over the handles of the draws, and he pulled one open. Her clothes were neatly stacked in colour coded piles. Under his mask he smirked. He could tell this girl had a thing for organisation. Her bedroom was a typical depiction of a girl in her twenties. Cream walls, fur rug, double bed with fluffy pillows and a blanket thrown over the top. Her makeup stored away in tall draws and lipsticks on display. But he was intrigued at the same time.

Having only seen her from the photo, when he caught a glimpse of her through the door of the wardrobe, he was stunned. She was as beautiful as she was in the photo. Her long brown hair silky smooth and gliding over her back. Her soft and pale complexion against her clothes. The way she padded lightly across the room like she was walking on clouds. She was innocent to say the least.

He searched across her room, not necessarily looking for information on what the president had planned for Hydra but for information on her. When he opened another draw, he found his metal hand diving inside. His fingers hooked themselves into a pair of lace panties, picking them up. He envisioned her wearing them, the white lace perfectly fitting her body. How easy it would be to slip them off her ass, down her legs and reveal what was underneath.

The asset dropped the panties back in the draw and moved on. On her desk he found her laptop. He instantly opened it and the password protected screen popped up. He reached into one of the many pockets of his tactile gear, pulling out a USB stick. He stuck it in one of the ports which immediately disabled the password, and he was in. He flicked through her photos, word documents, which mostly comprised of school notes during her medical degree. But something interesting came up, her work schedule. This could be very useful. He downloaded the information onto the stick and clicked through the find anything else on there.

Suddenly he heard voices coming from outside the bedroom. It was time for him to move. Snatching the stick from the laptop, he snapped it shut and shoved the stick safely in one of his pockets. Storming to the window, he checked that the coast was clear, surveillancing for any bodyguards. He slipped outside the window, standing on the edge, and shut it behind him. With one final look, he jumped from the ledge, landing straight on his feet like a cat and escaped into the night.

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