I didn't turn. Cannon didn't either. Chief remained staring ahead. His eyes were frozen in thoughts. I could almost imagine a million escape plans filing through his mind.

"Do you need something?" I asked the unknown voice behind us.

"I need you, slow and careful, to raise your hands and slowly turn." There was a click of a gun safety being released.

I swallowed. "I have a gun attached to my wrist."

"I believe you. So I'll chop off your hand and you won't be able to fire it." He called my bluff coolly.

It didn't matter.

There was a whiz and the body of the agent fell on top of Cannon.

I whirled around to see Midnight Sky. I don't think I'd ever been happier to see his roughish grin and cocky smirk.

"You two never have learned to watch your backs. Thus proving I'm a much better SIT." Midnight twirled his knock-out gun carelessly, a silencer attatched to the muzzle of the gun.

"To the jet." I whispered.

"We can't all go." Cannon insisted.

"Chief. I think you forgot your clipboard of statistics on the plane." Midnight said casually. "I think that Cannon will go with you."

"Why do I go with him!" Cannon always likes to be part of the action.

"Because I, the Midnight Sky clone, will never let Silver, who everyone thinks suspects us, into the jet. Use your head for something other then smashing walnuts open knucklehead." Midnight glanced across the forest lined airfield.

"All right. What are you guys going to do?" Chief stood shakily. For being a professional agent, he sure is shaky in a real mission. I smirked. Must be old age.

"We'll just be vigil. Keep an eye out." I replied. "Get a move on. Lives hinge on this."

The two began to walk every-so-casually through the open airfield.

I glanced towards the guard towers. They were armed with machine guns.

One false move. One try to make a run for it and they're done fore...Tensely I looked about where SITs chatted happily with their idolized chiefs.

"Don't run. Stay Calm." I whispered to Cannon, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

"Chill out. Silver is never uptight. They're looking for any sign you know girl. Any chance you're even suspicious and they won't release you." Midnight's strong grip loosened my shoulders forcefully.

"Don't worry about it." I couldn't even force a smirk, it came out like a watery smile. "I was just thinking about what would happen if one of those ansty-trigger fingers made Cannon so full of lead I could use him as a pencil."

Midnight's smile came easily, but it didn't rise to the telltale eyes. I wondered how mine looked, my eyes are as alive as anyones. You could tell I'm lying if I didn't protect to disguise my eyes as well.

"Who will they radio?" I whispered. I knew that the hell over.

"Agents. We just have to hold on and not give ground. Some clever acting, and tomorrow we'll be recieving medals."

"Medals, for once, aren't very important to me right now."

"Then I guess you did learn something this weeke." He grinned.

A smile. One I was sure made my eyes spark, and my dimples round, spread acorss my lips. "Maybe I did."

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The warm water from the showerhead rushed down my body.

I felt my tense muscles begin to relax and I sighed in euphoria.

It was over. I had gone through hell, and crawled out alive. A little bruised and battered, but still alive.

I was in the shower of the Concord that was shooting from California to my compound.

A gunfire fight had broken out upon the arrival of the SIT stealth jets. I had picked off as many snipers as I could.

I smirked in rememberance. I had even saved Cannon's life. He was battling knife to stick. Him with the latter. I had jumped from a rock, tackling the knifeman and saving Cannon.

Amidst the shower of bullets and bombs of the airfield made batttle field, he stared at me.

We both just looked at each other. Then we ran in different directions. We hadn't mentioned it since.

I couldn't belive that a mere twelve hours ago, my breath had been rattled and I was wondering if I would ever see my Agent Graduation Day.

I wrapped a towel around me, and began drying my hair, slipping into my Spy War camp uniform, the surviving souvinere from hell.

Adrenaline that had once pulsed through me had let me go on when I was sure death was near, but it left me and I felt exasted.

I walked out of the bathroom. "I think I might have used all the hot water." I sat down on the cushy couch next to Glory."

Neither Glory or Delta had been replaced. But I watched in horror as near 50 of the camp was handcuffed and thrown into a jail plane.

I knew that the great SITs they had replaced were dead.

I pushed the grim thought out of my mind and leaned heavily into the cushions. I felt like I was sinking in them.

I'm tired.

I had Midnight Sky's information tucked into my pocket. We planned to keep in touch from time to time.

I glanced at the glistening Spy War Trophy in the evidence case. We couldn't even keep it, it turns that it was also a sound bug and it had to be deactivated before being sent into evidence.

I sighed.

That was fun.