[A/N] Second chapter, pretty short. One little note; when radioing people, you have to say the destination 3 times, and then say your name 2 times. That's the way it usually goes. And since this agent is unimportant, I just gave him a random code name. :D

So the guy is called: PT5 (I DON'T GET IT EITHER)
HQ is Headquarters...Obviously.

"HQ, HQ, HQ. I've located the target. PT5, PT5."

"PT5, PT5, PT5. That's great. Now just while we get his background info, you keep watch. See if he does anything suspicious. If he so much as steps out of line once, you have permission to shoot. The boss has made this clear. HQ, HQ."

"HQ, HQ, HQ. Roger. PT5, PT5."

I took my finger away from my headpiece as I surveyed the field in front of me. Being an FBI agent, I wasn't used to such quiet and peaceful locations, but I kept my guard up nonetheless.

This mission I was on… it was just plain weird. An anonymous caller tipped us off that a Soviet spy had infiltrated the US border. But, there was no more Soviet Union, so…how could there still be Soviet spies? This didn't make sense. Regardless, I came back to my senses, and glanced back at my target. A young man. He was very tall, but he also seemed innocent, and childish by the way that he moved around and smiled at everything. He was dressed in a simple sweater and pants, but also with a thick woollen scarf that was worn and soft; obviously very old.

I hid in the tree that I was situated in, and watched as this man strolled through the field. He wasn't even doing anything strange; he would loiter at one spot, admiring the flowers and countryside, and move to the next spot. He seemed so peaceful, so happy. I didn't get it; …this was the spy?

I checked back at my recordings. I had written nothing except for his personal details. Something seemed wrong. Why had the anonymous caller said that he was a Soviet spy? Maybe, I could admit, that he was at least foreign, but he looked nothing like a spy. I was a spy, and this man wasn't taking any precautions to hide or disguise himself.

Suddenly, the slow atmosphere of the man's actions changed, as he lit up and became more energetic. He had caught sight of something. But unfortunately, from my position, I couldn't see what it was.

The man however, didn't move, but instead, I heard a rather loud, "HEY", being exclaimed from very close under me. I almost flinched, but I didn't.

The trees shook as another man bounded heavily towards my target, and tackled him to the ground. They both laughed and sat up. They seemed to be friends. Absolutely NOTHING suspicious at all. In fact, I realized that the mission was more suspicious than this man I was trailing.

I glanced back, and realized that they were now talking. Despite the shorter man's loud demeanour, he had quietened down, and I could hear them no longer. Then I remembered that I had planted microphones everywhere, and the foreigner had coincidentally picked up one of my bugged flowers. I turned it on, and listened in.

"But Natalia totally likes me more than last time! Right?"

"Ehh, it's hard to tell with her. You should know that by now, Alfred-kun."

"You know, Ivan. I'm so glad that the war between us is over. I really like being friends with you. And no offence, but you can be terrifying when you're mad!"

"None taken. And, I agree. But I have to say it again; I wasn't in a healthy state of mind. I'm very sorry for that."

"WHAT? Not again, you apologised like ten million times! You can't keep blaming yourself! I would be like that too if my economy was suddenly shit, and I had bosses like Stalin or Lenin. Seriously, just lighten up!

What? This Alfred guy just said that Ivan's bosses were Stalin and Lenin? But he looked so young, definitely no more than late twenties. And what war? Was it just fallout between them? This was making NO sense.

Who was Natalia? Was Ivan insane at some point? Why did Alfred say his economy? This was seriously confusing.

The two men stood up and started walking away. I got an incoming call, so I turned off the microphones for a second.

"PT5, PT5, PT5. This is urgent. The boss called in and said to shoot. I repeat, he said to shoot both of the men! HQ, HQ."

"HQ, HQ, HQ. You can't be serious! You've been watching these guys too, there's nothing wrong with them. Ok, I admit, they are a bit strange, but what proof do you have. Did you guys find anything in his background info? PT5, PT5."

"PT5, PT5, PT5. No. He HAS no background info. He isn't even listed in the world's persona list. We couldn't find him anywhere, and I mean our best hackers are on the line here. But you still have to shoot them! It's bosses orders! HQ, HQ."

"HQ, HQ, HQ. But what if this boss is the suspicious one. Shouldn't we usually make sure that anonymous are trustworthy before we take work from them? PT5, PT5."

"PT5, PT5, PT5. We did make sure he was trustworthy. Just do it! We're losing time. You will be fired right here and now, if you don't obey orders! And if we see you not doing it, we'll just send a helicopter right now! They must be killed at this very moment. HQ, HQ."

That was enough. I tore out my headphones. I knew this was going against every rule in the book, but I had to follow my instincts. Jumping out of the tree, I ran to the two men, who had already walked some way. If my calculations were right, the fastest a helicopter could make it here from the nearest station was about fifteen minutes. I had no time to loose.

As I closed the space between us, the taller man turned around. And suddenly, I saw his face. It was no longer happy and innocent, but a pained grimace was stained upon it. The temperature dropped instantly, and for a split second, I couldn't move at all. I was paralysed.

But then, the second man turned around and grabbed Ivan's arm. As he did so, the air became warmer, and I was no longer paralysed. The taller man's face was no longer pained, but he at least looked apologetic.

"Oh, sorry, my friend. I was very startled by your sneaking."

His accent was thick, but I could hear the pain deep within. Alfred turned around with a huge grin on his face and responded.

"Dude, don't mind him, he's just shy. Anyway, how can we help you?"

I quickly remembered my purpose, and I decided to tell them everything. Screw the rules.

"Ok, I hate to admit this, but I'm an FBI agent, and I've been hired to tail you for the time being. But you guys don't seem suspicious at all, and then my boss called in and ordered me to kill you. And I don't want to do that, so I came down to warn you that they're sending a helicopter to kill you. They told me they have to kill you at ALL COSTS. And you guys really, need to hurry because we've been standing here for six minutes, and the helicopter is going to be here soon."

All while I was saying this, these two men who stood in front of me, no older than college students, kept their cool. They didn't look scared at all. If it were me, I would have peed my pants. But instead, they quickly led me away, as if they knew that I was in danger also, and headed confidentially out of the field. The more boisterous one, Alfred, had lost his bouncy and cheerful attitude, and was acting very serious. As was the taller one, but it was less obvious.

"I'm assuming you have a gun on you? You are one of my- the FBI agents after all, right?"

Why was he about to say "my"? That was weird. But these people were weird. I quickly showed them my gun, and we ran to the nearby streets. Suddenly, I spotted that we were heading into a McDonalds. ….A McDonalds? Why?

They were both so confident and serious at the same time that I chose not to object. As we neared the fast-food stall, we slowed down, and finally and calmly entered it. Then, we headed to the furthest booth, and sat down. Since I was used to the harsh training, that run wasn't hard for me, but apparently, the two sitting opposite me were also in good shape.

Alfred, who I could now safely call an America, whispered something to Ivan, who nodded. Meanwhile, I saw the height difference between them. Alfred was as tall as me, but Ivan was quite frighteningly much taller than both of us. He was very burly, but not too thick; as I said, they looked no older than an average college student.

Then Alfred turned to look at me.

"Hello fellow American. You're probably wondering who we are right now. My name is Alfred, and this is my friend Ivan, from Russia."

"Well…", I looked away, a little embarrassed, "I kind of already knew that, I listened in to your conversation."

"No worries, it wasn't important anyway, just reminiscing. Although, it's probably made you even more confused. Anyway, since we don't have much time, we're going to have to take you with us."

And with that, Alfred pulled out a black remote with a big red button, pushed it, and the booth dived deep down into the ground.