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Bobbi Morse, undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, age 24, slowly strutted into the large hall which combined over a hundred and fifty individuals. Most of them were honest office and business workers, however a minority portion of them were undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. or S.T.R.I.K.E. agents. Bobbi's cover was that she worked at a home security firm, which was expanding its business into England. She waltz over towards the bar, ordering herself a virgin martini with extra olives; It tasted pretty awful without the alcohol, but she couldn't allow herself to lose focus. She would switch to the alcohol drink once one of her targets were in her grasp to maintain appearances.

The evening had continued on with little hope of Bobbi being able to even start her mission, as none of the targets had shown up. Although, with a sip of her non-alcoholic drink, she spotted him: Lance Hunter. Her eyes followed as he made his way across the room, she saw him make a quick round of the remaining businessman; it was obvious to her that he knew none of them and they did not recognise him, but both parties pretended to know the other. After making sure his face was seen by 34 individuals directly, he headed towards the bar. Bobbi quickly poured her full drink into a plant pot and walked in the same direction, successfully meeting him at the bar mere seconds after he had got there.

"Martini, extra olives," Bobbi ordered when the barman asked, she glanced at Hunter, who had been waiting longer, and cracked a smile when she noticed him shaking his head, "And my friend here would like…" she prompted, placing her hand on his arm.

Hunter looked up, his muscles flexing under her touch, although he didn't move towards or away from her, "Beer." He stated simply as his eyes scanned her once and a small crease between his eyes told her he was trying to work something out.

As the barman walked off to process their orders, she released his arm and smiled, "Sorry for interrupting your order before, it was very rude of me."

Hunter cocked an eyebrow at her, "Most women, especially ones as beautiful as you, don't usually care."

Bobbi shrugged slightly, "I will accept that compliment." She replied, before turning her attention away from him and towards the barman who had returned with their drinks; she didn't want to seem to eager to talk to him. She handed over the required amount of money for both drinks, before Hunter had the chance to even pull his wallet out fully and turned to him, "It was nice meeting you…"

"Lance," Hunter replied, holding out his hand.

"Bobbi," She replied, surprised that he introduced himself using his first name as she placed her hand in his.

"You are breaking norms," Hunter informed, as he retained a light hold of her hand.

"Am I?" Bobbi questioned, as she maintained friendly and flirty eye contact. She licked her lips subtly.

"You are, Bobbi," Hunter confirmed, "Would you mind if I drunk with beer with you?" he asked.

Bobbi smiled as she nodded, "It would be my pleasure, Lance." She picked up her martini, fully aware that he was still holding her hand as he collected his drink before leading her to a nearby table. She took a seat first as he released her hand. She watched as he glanced over to the exit, where she noticed William Keane, her other target. For a moment, she thought that Hunter was going to leave, but he just sent a wave in Keane direction before sitting down and turning his full attention to her.

"Tell me about yourself," Hunter conversed before taking his first sip of the beer.

"About myself? What would you like to know?" Bobbi inquired, leaning forward slightly before picking up her drink and taking a small sip. She had to admit, finally taking a sip of alcohol was refreshing.

Hunter appeared to think about her question, before smiling at her, "What brings you here?"

"To the party? I was invited," Bobbi replied cryptically, it was in her nature to avoid questions.

"How long have you been in England?" Hunter asked without missing a beat, refining his original question. Surprise, confusion and fear about how he knew that she wasn't from England threw her for a moment and it must have showed on her face, because he quickly added, "Your accent, it's American. I didn't mean to sound like a stalker or something."

Bobbi couldn't help the sigh of relief that left her mouth and the small smile that tugged her lips. She could tell that he was more skilled that he appeared to be on the surface, "You had me worried then. I'm actually here on business, hence the business party."

"What company is that?"

"Blyton Security," Bobbi answered shortly, she noticed the subtle signs that he was starting to lose interest in her technical of answering his questions with little details and continued. "We mainly focus on home security, until about five years ago when we expanded to business and large company security. We have just opened our first office in England, I'm here to assist with the boring management, training and employment responsibilities."

"How long are you going to be in England for?" Hunter inquired, smiling.

"Depends, could be a week, could be longer," Bobbi replied, she was highly curious why Hunter was interested in her, she expected to be the one asking the questions. "How about you, what brings you here?" she asked, returning back to his initial question.

"I work for a company who insisted that I show my face, life is all about who you know," Hunter replied before smirking. She noted how he hadn't told her a lie yet, she was about to ask him which company but he continued talking, as if he was avoiding any questions from her. "And now I know somebody working in security- I was thinking about increasing security at home, maybe you could help me out?"

Bobbi smiled, "I would love to, I'd have to see your home though."

"I am sure that could be arranged," Hunter replied with a wink.

Bobbi actually laughed, she honestly wasn't expecting one of her targets to flirt with her, she had barely established any contact. She knew it was all because of the revealing dress she was wearing and that she was attractive. But it just seemed a bit too easy. However, after his last line, she couldn't help but laugh at how ironic this situation was, "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

Hunter laughed, "No worries, love. I have been laughed at several times before." He admitted.

Bobbi took a sip as he looked over towards the doors, she mentally tried to work out if he wanted to leave but was being polite or if there was another reason. Regardless, she decided that hopeless flirting and indication that she wanted to go home with him seemed to be her safest bet. "I really would love to see your home though." She whispered as she leaned closer to him, one hand resting high on his thigh and giving it a small squeeze as her other hand remained around her drink.

Hunter's arm snaked around her waist, his hand resting on her hip, "Is that so? You could probably have anybody in this room wearing that dress."

"Just because they like the look of me, doesn't mean I like the look of them- besides, I don't leave a party with just anybody," Bobbi replied, taking a deliberate sip of her drink before placing it down and turning her body to face him more as her hand creeped slightly higher on his thigh.

Hunter visibly gulped as he released his beer and moved his newly free hand to her knee, "What makes you think I am that kinda guy?" He asked, pulling her closer.

She could feel the heat radiating off him and placed one hand on his chest, almost able to tell his strength through the touch. She wouldn't want to have close contact fight with him in her current heels, "What makes you think I am that kinda girl, I just want to talk."

"Is that so, there's this lovely cafe down the road," Hunter replied, his lips connecting with her neck.

Bobbi licked her lips, her head subsciously leaving to the side to allow her more access, "Anything to leave this dull party."

Hunter smiled against her neck as he pulled back and smiled, "Let's go then." He said before realising her and standing, he picked up his beer and took a few large gulps before holding out his hand to her.

Bobbi quickly took another few sips of her drink as she grabbed her handbag before she accepted his hand and stood up. She instantly hooked her arm around his. She knew that if she wasn't there for a specific reason, this would definitely be classed as a hook-up or one-night stand. She was currently thinking of additional ways to go through with the plan, one of her methods were to drug them and make them pass out, making it feel like they had drunk too much. Then when they woke up the next morning, she would be getting dressed, they wouldn't know what had happened. However, Hunter was nowhere near drunk, so that wouldn't be believable. "How far do you live?" she asked.

"I thought we were going to the diner?" Hunter asked, a smirk on his lips as his arm once again snaked around her waist.

Bobbi laughed, "And I can't ask where you live?" she asked, leaning into his hold.

"A couple of miles away- I am staying at the hotel around the corner which is opposite the diner" Hunter informed, as they walked out of the party and turned left following his lead, "We could always pop to my hotel after food?" he suggested.

Bobbi shook her head, "That sounds perfect." She confirmed, kissing his cheek as she walked with him. In her mind however, she was thinking crap, there was very little chance he would have his laptop with him. And even if he did, what chances are there that it would be linked to S.T.R.I.K.E. and not be his personal laptop. She knew that this may take longer than she anticipated, she would need to be invited to his actual home- she knew that he would do some work at home, just like most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents did. "Although, how am I supposed to suggest improvements in security?" she asked.

"That is a dilemma, I guess you'll have to come over mine some other time," Hunter suggested. Bobbi simply smiled in response, her eyes meeting his for a moment as she leaned into his hold more securely.

The walk to the diner was silent, just the sound of her heels was heard. She considered different ways she could potentially complete her mission tonight, she preferred getting them done as quickly as possible. But she also had to make sure that she was not suspected as or revealed as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, otherwise the alliance between the two organisations could diminish. Looking at Hunter, she decided that she would have to commit to a longer mission, get close enough for her to complete her mission, stay in contact and then end things. She thought of reasons why she couldn't continue to his hotel room. Although her thoughts were interrupted when his phone went off.

"Sorry," Hunter muttered to her before answering the phone, "Hunter. You what? No, stay right there." He said hanging up, before turning to her, "I am so sorry, I need to take care of something- it would take like 20 minutes."

Bobbi smiled understandingly, "It's fine, I'll just head back to my hotel."

"No- I swear, I will be only 20 minutes," Hunter replied, his warm hand on her cold arm, he quickly slid off his jacket and handed it to her, "Wait here." He said before literally running off.

Bobbi stared after him, her mouth agape as she decided to put on his jacket. She hovered for a moment before going through the pockets, she found a brochure for the hotel he was staying at and a few business cards with his name and number. She discovered a pen, paper and chewing gum too. After a moment, she pulled out her phone and played with it, but with a sigh she wasn't exactly sure how long he would be. She knew the spy business, he may mean 20 minutes, but she could easily see it as being hours. She now knew exactly which hotel he was staying at and had his number; she could continue the mission easily tomorrow. It also gave her a reason to avoid sleeping with him. She glanced around, even though it had only be five minutes since Hunter had left, before walking back to her hotel, having to pass the party on the way.