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Isabella woke up early the next day… too early for comfort to be honest, so she simply rolled over and tried to go back to sleep again. She had had a really weird dream – she dreamt that she had met her sister again and was about to work in some goody two shoes organisation. Or did she dream it. The images of the dream did seem so lifelike, and she remembered everything. Slowly, her eyes began to flicker open, and to Isabella astonishment, for she really did expect to find herself back in the old shack, a different room appeared.

It was quite a bland room, with black walls, a small window and only a bed and a table for furniture, but nonetheless, it was different, at that meant….
"It wasn't a dream." Isabella mumbled to herself. Just then, a knock at the door shook Isabella out of her thoughts. A women with red curls walked in, who looked far too awake for this time in the morning.
"Oh good," she smiled when she saw that her sister was awake, "I was just about to wake you; we have a meeting with Fury in a quarter of an hour." She reminded her. Isabella yawned, before slowly, she pulled her lovely warm covers off of her and stepped out of bed.
"What should I be wearing?" She asked, realising that all she had brought with her was the t-shirt and jeans she wore yesterday, which after the fight had found themselves covered in dust where things had broken around her. Luckily, Natasha seemed to have that one covered. She handed her sister a suit, not much unlike the one she was wearing.
"Thanks," Isabella said.
"Meet you in the main control room in 5?" Natasha ordered her as she left the room.

8 minutes later, Isabella was wandering around the twisted maze of corridors in an attempt to find the control room. Seriously, she must have passed that last corridor at least 3 times already.
'Face it' she thought to herself, 'you're lost'. Perhaps it was just some big coincidence, but at that moment, a stroke of luck seemed to come her way, as she spotted Clint walking towards her.
"Need a hand?" He asked in his casual, no nonsense voice. "It's this way," he said before walking back the way Isabella had just come. Before long, he pushed a set of double doors open in a dramatic sweep, and together they walked into the control room.

"You're here." Fury said to them as soon as they arrived into his side office. Then he handed them the mission briefing which was on the latest Pottspod, a super doper piece of technowizardry. "Read it on your way, Jet 5" he said. Then, as quickly as they had arrived, Isabella followed her team mates back out.

Before long, they stepped outside and boarded the jet which had a 5 written on in white, in contrast to the dark exterior. Clint and Natasha took the pilot seats whilst Isabella settled herself down in a chair in the back. Then she pulled out her pad and read:

Classified Information.

Mission no. 10887
Operatives: N Romanoff (Black Widow, agent no, 2), Barton (Hawk Eye, agent no 3), I Romanoff (no code name as of yet, agent no 194)
WARNING: THIS OPERATION IS CLEARANCE LEVEL 8

Location: Northern Africa.
Date: 4 October 2014

Mission: Scout out the building (ref 10394857) and look for any hostile activity in connection with the fight that occurred on the base during 3rdOctober. If targets are manageable, engage and destroy; if not, report back to base.

It seemed simple enough, mind you, the worst missions always do. With a bit of luck, this would stop any future attacks so that they can eliminate any problems.
"You ok," Natasha called from the front seat.
"Yeah," Isabella called back. She was about to close down the pad when she had an idea… after all it wasn't a short trip to Africa – she had a bit of time. After a bit of searching, she found a game she liked on the phone, and after a quick glance at the two agents with her she began to play. I suppose many people assume that she must be an adult, but the truth is, and although she hoped only Natasha would know about it, she was only 15. So I guess a small game wouldn't do her any harm.

A few hours later, the jet they were in touched down. Isabella got out and saw that they were in sort of forest, not unlike the one where she used to live. The trees casted shadows everywhere and hid them from view. Isabella had always been cautious of shadows, for you never know what they might hide in amongst the darkness. In fact, she was just generally afraid of anywhere dark. When she was working for the SRP, she once made a mistake when she was first introduced to missions. They had locked her into a dark deep dungeon for weeks until they let her out, and at 13, that left its mark on her.

Isabella felt someone tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she found Clint holding out a weapon for her – a gun. Although she didn't think she would ever really like guns anymore and would prefer to use another pole like she had done before, she accepted it and pocketed it.

Gradually they walked through the darkening trees before they came to a tall steel fence that blocked off an area.
"Here we are then" Clint whispered to us. It was time to break in

Hi guys. Another chapter for you. Hope you enjoy it. A humongous thanks to my 2 latest reviewers, person2309, and Blue Phoenix 217. I love hearing your comments. Any more reviews would extremely welcome.