Buffy POV:

Our lips parted, it was only a second, a shimmer of a moment that defied time. Then I left turning towards Leonard, with his lizard breath, I crossed the dance floor well aware that all eyes were on me. The women who had dared to kiss the host.

I blushed slightly. It wasn't even as if it was a real kiss. It was just another alias, part of the disguise; so that Leonard wouldn't suspect that anything was going on.

But it felt real, it almost felt better then that.

Why was Leonard here? He was supposed to wait for me out in the car and be my getaway driver. This was not waiting in the car; this was interrupting an important mission. Was it just another one of Leonard's daily mess-ups or was it something more?

I reached Lenard, and he grabbed my hands. As if we were a couple, how dare he?

"The KGB are after the weapons plan" Leonard said in a whisper

How were we going to get out?

Leaving the castle was easy enough, there were others exiting with us, and we were just two people in a crowd. The valet brought the car around. A nice jaguar, sleek and beautiful, but not really the racing type.

I pushed Leonard out of the driver's seat, and gunned the motor.

"Where is the KGB?" I asked Leonard as I shifted gears (why Leonard always demanded stick shift was beyond me).

"At the gatehouse"

"Damn"

"Are they stopping cars?"

"Yes what did you think they were doing? Making sure that the guests buckle up?"

I ignored Leonard as we approached the gatehouse. "Why are they here?"

"Apparently someone tipped them off to C-Tech's new weapons plan. And instead of seizing it subtly, they divided to take it by force. You do have it don't you?"

"Of course" At that instant a guard stepped into the road, his hand a makeshift stop sign. I obeyed the hand and stopped the car.

"Get out" the guard yelled in English Leonard and I both complied.

"Who are you?" the guard said, his English was shaky. My Russian was far better, but I didn't want him to know that.

"Alexia Binadel, and this is my manservant Leonard"

The guard nodded. Then bellowed the names into his walkie-talkie, as another guard joined him. And waited, while he waited, he checked out my ample cleavage.

Then a voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Their not on the guest list". The words were in Russian, and any other couple of Americans would have stood around obviously waiting to be shot as the guards turned towards them gun ready.

But we weren't what he thought we would be. Leonard was on the ground cowering, and I was over to the right. I kicked my leg out and caught him full in the chest, he fell easily.

The second guard actually had some training with his muscle so he had me in a vice grip quickly. It was hard to get out of that hold; I couldn't possibly flip a man over my shoulders that were a hundred pounds heavier then myself. So instead I pushed backwards he fell quickly thrown off kilter by the move. That's when Leonard shot him.

The gun was silenced, and with the second shot Leonard took out the walkie-talkie. Even though he could have just turned it off too Leonard shooting seemed like the melodramatic thing to do.

I ran towards the guard's house to open the gate.

Once I was in the guard's house I noticed a manila envelope, with the word important scrawled down over the front in red pen. In Russian of course. I grabbed the envelope and stuffed it down the front of my dress.

Leonard honked the horn and I was reminded, of the important part. So I hit a switch, it didn't open the gate; instead it was alarm of some sort that squealed loudly, like a stuck pig.

I hit another button and had better luck, the gate swing open. But I could see car light's driving towards, us. The backup.

I dived back into the car and drove through the now empty gates.

L.A. Two day's later:

I had phoned my I.N. handler two days earlier, from a public phone, and set up a meet. If anyone asked I just said that it was just a blind date at a coffee shop. But truthfully it was the ideal opportunity to slip my handler; Wesley, the manila envelope.

I set down at the table skim milk moccacino with extra whipped cream in hand and Wesley set next to me.

"It's kind of awkward isn't it" I said. Wesley just looked at me quizzically "I mean pretending to be on a blind date."

Wesley smiled. Even his smile was very British. "Yes it is, my wife always teases me about my dates"

I was surprised that anyone had married, him and I imagined a dowdy Irish women as his wife "what's your wife's name?"

"That's only something I tell women on the second date"

I laughed at that in spite of myself, Wesley made jokes? Wesley soon forgot that he made jokes and got series "What is your news?"

I slipped a piece of paper under the table and he picked it up, and looked down at, it well he continued to talk.

"So, I heard about your kiss"

"Oh that" I knew what he meant "that was just a cover". Wesley didn't react to my denial.

"Hmmm" Wesley said as he read the contents of the envelope. He kept the shock off his face but I knew it was there. It's impossible to read that kind of news without reacting.

The contents of the envelope detailed plans for planning covert agents in Ireland to secretly fight the CIA. The Soviet Union finally wanted to start a proper war.

Wesley looked up after covertly reading the notes. He had a smile on his face but under the table his hands were shacking.

"Our mutual friend is coming into town tomorrow. He will want to see this. Meet us at the pan pacific hotel, Premier suite tomorrow at six pm."

Our mutual friend? Who might that be? Then it hit me Liam. Tomorrow I would be able to learn my secret.