Hello! Here is chapter 8. No... that doesn't sound right. Hi! Welcome to my story. No... that sounds too happy. Ugh! Lately I have been having trouble with these intro things. I don't know what to say! Anyhow, enough of you hearing about my troubles. :) Before we get started, I would like to thank Tracey for commenting. Thanks Tracey! ;) Also, thanks to Regan1993 for favoriting my story! Now for the story...:)

Fiona holds up her gun as she peeks around the corner of the building, the operatives mimicking her every move right behind her. She groans and lays her back against the wall. I wish Michael had called off all the men from the building. Now I'm going to have to take one out! Thats a very serious violation of the CIA. I could be put in prison for years! I'll have to make it look like one of the terrorist did it, she thinks. She turns to face her operatives.

"Okay." She says, whispering. "I'm going to go around the corner and take out the gaurd. When I give the whistle, that means your to go around the corner and follow me into the building. Got it?"

The operatives nod their heads like school children. Fiona nods. She pulls a black face mask out of her bag that the IRA gave to her. She pulls it over her face so just in case something goes wrong, she will be covered. She peeks around the corner and notices that the CIA guard is looking in the other direction. This is her chance. She runs up behind him and before he can turn around to see who his attacker is, she has him in a headlock. She squeezes around his neck with her arm, and waits the long ten seconds. When he finally drops to the ground, unconscious, she softly whistles. Then she hears the footsteps as they run around the corner. She nods at them, and then turns towards the door. She jiggles the handle slightly, even though she knows it will be locked. If the IRA would let me have access to the explosives room, I wouldn't have this problem, She thinks shaking her head. Then she smiles. But they probably figure that if I got really mad at them, I would blow them all up. They're lucky I'm nice. She pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and wiggles it inside the handles key hole. The door clicks open. They were in.

Michael stares out the car window in distress. He tries to stop himself from nervously tapping his foot, but he can't help himself. Michael knows Fiona is good at what she does, but he doesn't know how good. These terrorists are VERY good, and they might even be better than him. He prays silently to himself that she is okay.

Fiona runs up the steps into the building. As she and the operatives run through the halls, searching for signs of people, she thinks. I have a bad feeling about this. That was way too easy to get in to the building. This might be a trap. But she shakes off her gut feeling. No, She tells herself. You have to go through with this. If you fail that mission, the IRA is going to do something terrible to you.

They continue to run through the large building not hearing or seeing any signs of people. Then they reach a door. They can hear hoarse whispers, and banging of items.

"There they are!" A operative whispers with excitement. "In that room!"

Fiona looks skeptically at the door.

"Come on!" Another operative says. "What are you waiting for?!"

Fiona looks at the door again. Something doesn't feel right. But she needs to do this. She needs to complete this mission.

"Alright." She says, her gut screaming at her. "Lets go in."

A male operative eagerly runs up first, and opens the door wide open. Fiona nearly gasps as she sees what lays beneath the door. The room is bare except for a small wooden table in the center. On the table there is a computer, and the sounds of whispering people come from the speakers. But the thing that surprises Fiona the most is that there are no people in the room. This was a trap. Just as her instinct kicks in and she takes a step towards the hall, she hears click of the gun preparing to shoot.

"Don't move." A man with a heavy Russian accent says.

Quick Afternote: I know, I know. I had promised romance in this chapter. I honestly did mean it, but I thought I would get farther along on this chapter. Also, I know that this was a short chapter too, so sorry about that. Next week I will have more time to whip up the next chapter for you, and hopefully I will be able to put some romantic scenes into the bunch. Thanks for reading! ;)

-Pointshoe11