Sorry. Been a while. Been super swamped with work. Piece of Advise, be very weary when you start a new fanfic because you never when your course is going to be getting 100% more demanding. Well hopefully I'll get a few chapters in this weekend, even if their a bit short and a tad eventful...sorry but I hope you enjoy!

There is the ding as the elevator doors shut and there is a strong hum as it travels downwards. We avoid eye contact by looking in the opposite direction of one another. I can't see her but I could certainly feel a wave of fear off her. It was probably the revolver.

"So, shall we?" I break the silence as I tuck the gun back into the back of my trousers and gesture towards the sofa. She nervously made her way to it, clutching her files greatly close to her. She sits down, still looking nervous and very uncomfortable. She slowly but surely spreads the files out on the coffee table in front of her. While she slowly hesitated in pretty much everything she did, I went to the kitchen to grab a can of coke, I would have offered her a drink but I knew she's decline. I went back to the living room where there was still silence. I made my way to a small drawer unit I had, £30 at IKEA, bargain. I opened it up and took out a pack of cigarettes and a small orange bottle of painkillers. I took a couple of pills and washed them down with a drink. I began to light one up.

"I was told you were off painkillers?" She finally uttered.

"Yeah but it still kind of hurts, so I'm just continuing." I replied.

"Why aren't they in a medicine cabinet or something?" She continued to question me. One minute she's practically a mouse and suddenly I'm basically being interrogated, however not well if she was trying for that.

"I clever one." I took a puff of my cigarette. "Let me guess, you were part of Project: Prospect." She gave my a surprised look that said 'How did you know?' "They recruit promising kids and train them in analysis. So what was your IQ? 120? 130?"

"115 actually."

"Well, you can't always be right." I chuckled and continued to smoke. "Lets get down to business. This guys not going to execute himself." I continued to laugh. She continued to be unresponsive. It was tough crowd.

"Well we know a burner cell was found in Brighton, that's about it."

"What's the other file?"

"This is my file. Encase you wanted to go over it." She said as she handed it up to me.

"Thanks," I took the file and sat down next her. I pulled up an ashtray close to me on the coffee table and continued to smoke while I went through it. I positions my lip to blow to the side of me as not to blow smoke straight into her face. "Victoria Alexandria Stone. Born 23/07/1996. Born and raised in The Lake District. Daughter of Fredrick Stone, Engineer at Babcock International PLC, and Dr Harley Stone, Head of Research and Development at Novo Pharmaceutical LTD. No strong politic allegiances. Spent school life in Cheltenham Ladies' College. At higher education level studied Advanced Mathematics, Philosophy, Politics and Art." I looked up at her, "Art?"

"Yeah, its my passion." She answered. I gave out a light chuckle.

"Passion? You don't get passions in this line of word." I noted before continuing. "Recruited in final of Cheltenham to Project: Prospect. IQ was levelled at 115. Excelled in all tests and analysis work. Shown particular promise in the 6 degrees of separation theory. After 3 years in Prospect assigned analytical assistance to Spy Master and has been extremely effect in her role." I looked up again. "No wonder she trusts you with this."

"We've really bonded the past few months I been assigned to her."

"You help her get over the divorce?" I inquired. Her bottom lip quivered and her face went pale. She hesitated to speak. "Don't worry, I'm trained to pick up on these kinds of things. She swore you to secrecy about right?" she just nodded. "I haven't mention it to her, I didn't ask her about it. It's good she had a female shoulder to cry on." I closed the file and tossed down onto the table. I studded out my cigarette and stood up. "Right, time to go."

"What? Where? Don't you want to read the rest of my file?"

"Nah I'm sure it'll be fine. Where was it the call came from again?"

"St. James Street in Brighton. But we can't just go there, we don't have anything else to go on."

"We do. Gut feeling and brute force." I said checking the ammo in my Bull. She stood up, clearly partially against this plan but I guess the Master had told her about me 'spontaneous' actions.

"So we're just going to knock on door until we find something?"

"No. Knocking isn't exactly what this unit does."

"Unit?"

"I'll introduce you to them later." I answered while putting on my Huffington. Then I patted myself down, checking I had everything. Phone, Keys, Gun, Wallet, Badge, Knife, Gum. Good to go. At the last minute I realised something. I slowly turned to Victoria. "I'm gonna need to put a bag over your head on the way out of here?" She took an instantly dislike to the idea. "It's just that this place is a secure location and I need to keep it under wraps." I then rummaged through my drawers to find it. I took it out and gave it a quick sniff test, didn't smell repulsive so it passed. "It hasn't been washed in a while but it should be grand." I held up the bag, smiling, hoping she'd go for it.

"No." She huffed.

"Fine then. You just have to promise you'll never tell anyone this location." I stated as I put the bag away. I fished through my pockets and retrieved a pack of gum. "Well however about a piece of gum for the road?"

"Yeah sure." She smiled. I wriggled out a piece into her hand. She popped it into her mouth instantly. As she chewed as look of distaste spread across her face. "I think this gum is off, it tastes kind of weird. Hey aren't you going to have a piece?" Suddenly her eyes began to feel quite heavy and she toppled forward.

Next thing she knew she was somewhere else and was moving. Her eyes clamped open, her body jolted and she sat bolt up right. She was in the passenger seat of a mini, next to me but I was focusing on the road. We were travelling down the M23; we were about 30 minutes out. I had the best of Blur playing; I probably didn't have the music taste you'd expect from a secret agent. Victoria was staring at me profusely.

"You drugged me!" She barked.

"Well." I paused to think if I could sugar coat it in some way, I had nothing. "Yes, yes I did."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't let me put the bag on and I couldn't just let you walk out of there. I'm hidden away for good reason."

She didn't respond. She slumped back into her chair and crossed her arms in a huff. A few minutes of tense silence went by; luckily 'Country House' came on, so at least I was in a good mood. After a little she took herself of her angry stance and turned to me.

"So what about you?" she asked.

"What about me?"

"You know so much about me, pretty much everything. Yet I know pretty much nothing about you. All I know is The Spy Master calls you Striker. Is that like a codename or something?"

"Nope. That's my surname." I answered, keeping my eyes forward on the road.

"Striker?" She gave me a questioning looking. "You're surname is Striker. Come on, this isn't an action movie. What's your first name?"

"Frost."

"Frost? Frost Striker?" She continued to give me that glare. "You parent's named you Frost Striker?"

"No, I chose the name myself. You can call me Striker or Frost; call me Frost Striker if you feel so inclined. Though I should warn, it's a bit of a mouthful."

"Alright. Frost. How were you recruited?"

"That's classified. Sorry."

"Where you're from?"

"Classified"

"Family?"

"Classified"

"What did you study at school?"

"Classified"

"Well, do you have an hobbies, what about passions?"

"Well I can answer that one."

"Really." She felt overjoyed, finally being able to get somewhere. "What's your passion?"

"I haven't got one." Victoria frowned; having me lulled her into a sense of joy. I felt kind of bad. "Look Vic. Do you mind if I call you Vic?" she nodded silently, "I'm on an official records so I don't exactly exist as a person. So not existing can stop you from getting out a lot." I gave her a reassuring smile and she returned the expression. We didn't for the rest of the journey; we just listened to beauty that was Blur.

After another 20 minutes of driving we arrived at St. James Street. I pulled up on the curb and turned to Vic.

"We're here."

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