A/N: Its a little later than I wanted it to be, but next chapters up! Writing this was such a challenge, I can't believe I even got it done. Again trying the POV without using first person, because it makes more sense to write it that way,(at least in my head.) So here are the review responses (And thnx for reviewing by the way, it helps SOOOOO much when I get them. I know when Im on the right track with something.)

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The Next Morning

Richard walked to his tool shed, and removed the small rug to reveal a door with a combination lock. As he opened it, he hopped down with an empty bag. He took a moment to look around, as he always did. It was his very own man cave. He picked up a few of his favorite weapons and some cash, just in case. Within a few minutes he was well equipped and on the road. As he pulled out, Rachel opened her eyes. She turned in the bed and made sure he was gone before dashing downstairs.

After adjusting a few buttons on the oven, twisting a few knobs and changing the time, the doors opened and shifted to reveal her own arsenal. She picked up a few silencers and a bulletproof vest. She held it for a moment before deciding she wouldn't need it that day. She sipped her tea and locked everything back up before getting dressed and driving to work.

As she arrived, she placed her things on the elevator floor, pushed a code and waited for the body and facial recognition scanners to verify it was her.

"Voice Verification Required." The computer asked.

"Rachel Grayson." she stated. The elevator began rising to the top floor and a hologram greeted her as it moved.

"Good morning Rachel."

"Good morning Father." he wasn't her actual father, but it was a female based operation, headed by one male. So go figure.

"We've got a special assignment ready for you. Name's Malcolm Nore a.k.a. 'The Dragon.'" A picture of a scrawny looking guy with black hair and grey eyes appeared on the screen.

"Seriously?" she asked. "What did he do? Steal Toys R Us guns and sell them to mercenaries?"

"He holds vital information and is being dropped off ten miles north of the Mexican border. If the trade is made, this information could be the end of us as a whole. Rachel. We need this done quick and clean. Leave no trail."

"Yes sir." she smiled knowing very well it would be a cake walk. The doors opened and the busy hive she called work was revealed. "Good morning ladies." she greeted.

"Hey Rachel." the women echoed and Rachel went to prepare.

Richards Atlanta Office

Richard walked into his office and was greeted by his secretary. "Good morning Mr. Grayson."

"Good morning, Jenn."

"I hear there's trouble in Atlanta." he raised an eyebrow at her. "Wally told me."

"Ah." and just like that Wally entered and kissed her.

"Hey beautiful."

"Morning. I'm trying to work here." she giggled. Richard looked to his friends. The two had been in a relationship for just about as long as he and Rachel were. But they didn't seem to be having problems. Maybe its because they haven't gotten married yet. Maybe they just belonged together, but whatever the reason, he was jealous and happy for them at the same time.

"Speaking of work, what's that trouble we were talking about?"

"Right." She picked up some files and handed them to Richard. "I've got your boarding pass, taxi receipts and-" she stopped mid sentence, noticing that he was chewing gum. "Get rid of that gum Grayson."

He rolled his eyes, but she couldn't see due to the sunglasses, "You have a tissue?" she handed him one and he spit it out.

"And your hotel arrangements. Now don't lose tho-" she was interrupted by Wally kissing her.

"My boy's a pro, baby." he complimented Richard. "He knows what he's doing."

Before Richard could thank him, a door opened to reveal Garfield Logan. "Hey the gangs all here."

"Hey Gar." they greeted.

"Hey guys, I'm having a BBQ at my place this weekend. Guys only, no wives."

Wally opened his mouth to speak, "Uh-"

"No long term girlfriends either." Jenn slightly pouted and grudgingly handed Gar his assignment. "Hey what about you Grayson?"

"I'll talk to the missus." he said walking into his office.

Gar rolled his eyes. "Do you want to use my cell phone." he scoffed, "Ya know, give her a call in case you wanna scratch your ass later? Ask if its okay?" he teased but Richard shot back with a quick and clean comeback that would shut anyone up.

"You live with your mother." and went to work. Turning on his computer, the shades and blinds closed and the computer greeted him.

"Good morning Richard."

"Good morning Atlanta. What trouble did you have planned for me?"

"The target's name is Malcolm Nore a.k.a 'The Dragon.'" A picture of the scrawny man popped up on one of the many screens in his office.

"What did he do?" he raised an eyebrow.

"He holds vital information and is being traded off ten miles north of the Mexican border. You must not allow the target to reach the other side."

"Yes, ma'am ." and he shut off the computer. A few minutes later, he realized Jenn had not brought in his usual coffee, and then he realized he left her out there with Wally. "Wally. I know you love the woman, but, Jesus, let her work."

"Thank you." he heard her voice from the other side of the door, and he smirked remembering what it was like for him and Rachel when they were first in love.

10 Miles North of Mexican Border

"Alright Rachel, we've got one chance to strike." Karen spoke to her through a headpiece. She was back at headquarters, while Rachel was in the driest part of Arizona waiting for the target. "Are we green?"

"Perimeter is on, we are up and running." she took a sip of water and laid down comfortably as she pressed a few buttons on her laptop and checked her watch. In the distance she heard a humming. She shot up quickly and looked around, but saw nothing but a dust trail. She grabbed her binoculars and could only see heat pattern specifications. A Caucasian male, early to mid thirties, dumbass who was going to blow her whole operation. He drove up a riff and landed right on the invisible laser triggering the perimeter before the target was near enough.

"Dammit. Karen are you getting this?"

"Terra's on it right now. I'm transferring you to her." she heard a few clicks before Terra's voice came in clearly.

"Hey, Rae. Talk to me."

"Some idiot's in the field, he's triggered the explosives, but I stopped the countdown at 21 seconds."

"Is he a threat?"

"Civilian as far as I can tell." 'The dumbass civilian who was going to wreck my quick and clean operation.'

"Can you give me a visual?"

"Hold on." she grabbed the binoculars and looked at the man, but by the time she was able to get it into to focus, she realized what he was doing. "Oh you have got to be kidding me."

Richard stepped out of his land rover and realized how badly he needed to pee. He looked around. Nobody was there so he decided 'why not?' As he finished he shook his leg two times, and got ready to take out his target. He went back to the rover and pulled out a bazooka. Wally finally came through after five or six years, and gotten him one as a present. How? He said he 'bought it at a store.' He wasn't sure about that explanation, but didn't ask questions when it came to his best friend.

"Alrighty then." he sacked it over his shoulder. He looked down and saw he had gotten a little bit of urine on his shoes. "Aw man."

Rachel was still watching him and when he stepped out from behind the rover, Terra's voice rang out. "Rachel we're picking up a weapon on your 'civilian.'"

"Then clearly he's not a civilian." she dropped the binoculars and picked up a sniper rifle. With one shot he was down. "Asshole."

"What the hell?!" he yelled out. If he wasn't wearing a vest, that shot would've killed him. And then the thought hit him. 'Shit. There's another player.' He rolled behind his vehicle with the bazooka and took a deep breath. He popped out, aimed and fired, but his assailant ran before the shot could get to them. An enormous explosion destroyed the bungalow the sniper's shot was fired from. He looked at it in amazement. "West, they do not sell this in stores." he mumbled.

He noticed a laptop fell from the recent explosion and went to pick it up before realizing there was a countdown on the screen and it was about to hit zero. He dropped down, crouched into a ball and covered his ears as the explosions went off around him.

As the car carrying the target entered the perimeter, she noticed the countdown had begun from 21 seconds instead of starting over like it should've. She put her hands on the laptop but as soon as she did, she turned her head to monitor the target. It was a good thing she did, because if she hadn't she wouldn't have noticed the other player was up and aiming the bazooka straight at her. She cursed and ran away not able to reset the timer. From a distance she could see her bungalow exploding, and not even five seconds later, her assailant was crouched down, avoiding the trap set for her initial target. Hopping on her motor bike, she sped off, back to base to catch a flight to headquarters.

Diner

After Richard called Wally about what had happened, he and Garth decided to take him to their favorite diner. He ordered a steak, something he only did if he was really pissed, or upset. He cut through and ate it like a machine. He didn't say a word to either of them, and just continued to stare into space. Finally Garth broke the silence.

"So are you-" he didn't have a chance to finish, as Richard spoke quickly and clearly as if he were just thinking out loud.

"I think I was I.D.'d on that hit. Have you ever been I.D.'d on a hit before?"

They weren't sure which one of them he was asking, so both answered.

"No." Wally said.

"Not that I'm aware of." Garth offered.

"Right. I think I'm in trouble."

"Did you get a good look at him?" Wally took a bite of his dinner.

"A little thing."

"Maybe he's Filipino." Wally shot Garth a teasing look. Garth threw a French fry at Wally's face. They all knew very well he was half-Filipino, and not that short.

"I'm not so sure it was a him." he ignored the shot taken between his friends.

"Wait. Wait." Garth sat up, "You're saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?"

"I think so." he narrowed his eyes, upset with himself for having to admit it. "A pro."

"Well that's good." Wally offered. "Come on, how many chicks are hitters out there? Any other details besides her weight class?"

"Laptop." he mumbled while chewing.

"I'm sorry you're in a whole other zone right now, I can't understand a word you're saying."

"Laptop." he repeated. And with that he was looking off into space and eating again.

"Okay. Laptop. So bring that laptop to Vic and see what he can do."

Back at Rachel's HQ

She was absolutely seething as Kori patched up some of her more minor injuries from her earlier escapade."I wanna know just who the hell, that son of a bitch was!" she turned a corner to get to the comm. room. "Get me that tape! Get. Me. That. Tape!" she gritted her teeth.

"Rachel!"

"What!?" she turned to see Terra holding a phone out to her.

"It's father."

She sighed deeply. "Sir." she spoke calmly, not allowing her voice to falter. "The FBI secured the package. The window is closed."

"I told you we couldn't afford any mistakes."

"There was…" she hesitated. "There was another player."

"We do not leave witnesses. If this player I.D.'d you… you know the rules. You have 48 hours to clean the scene, Rachel."

"Looking forward to it sir." she hung up the phone, and turned to the ladies in her office. "All right, we have a new target. Let's find out who he is.

Victor Stone's Office

"Jesus." Vic turned it over in his hands. "What'd you do with it?"

"Put a campfire out with it." he said sarcastically.

"Buy a new one." he set it down, not even ready to attempt repairing it.

"This one has…" he trailed off trying to find the right words. "Sentimental value for its owner." he raised an eyebrow.

"And who is that?"

"I was hoping you could tell me." he could tell by the look in his eyes, he was worried about something, and then it came to him. "This owner, they may have I.D.'d you. You've got 48 hours to take them out. Don't you?"

"I'm in trouble Vic." he nodded solemnly. "Can you tell me who?"

After removing a few pieces from the laptop that were only slightly charred, he was able to come up with some good information.

"Well, I can't tell you who." he began and Richard nodded almost as if accepting his fate. "But I can tell you where." he smiled.

"An address?"

"Made in China, shipped to 570 Wolfman and Perez, Suite 5003. Right here in Jump." Richard's face went pale. "You know the place?"

After thanking Vic, he rushed off to the address. Once inside the building, he went to the itinerary. Placing his finger on Suite 5003, he swallowed hard while moving it to the right to find the name of the person who resided there.

'Rachel Grayson' in shining silver letters.

He was taken aback. "Sweet Jesus. Mother of God…" He checked it over and over again to make sure he didn't get the name wrong.

Rachel's HQ -Upstairs

"Rachel we have tape from the mission set up for you." Terra told her, "There's no way to get a facial recognition scan. I'm sorry."

"That's fine. Thank you." and with that Terra and Kori nodded and left the room. She sat there reviewing the tapes over and over again, before getting fed up and deciding, it was time to accept defeat. Her target was unidentifiable and in, she checked her watch, 46 hours and 27 minutes, she'd be dead. She looked up at the screen and saw the man pee again. But then something that she hadn't seen before. Or at least hadn't noticed before.

Two shakes of the leg. More specifically, "The double tap." she whispered so low, she barely heard it.

She rewound the tape, over and over again. The same three seconds of the leg shakes caused realization to slap her across the face. A voice brought her out of her state.

"Rachel." Karen called to her. "Its your husband."

"What?" she asked wondering how she knew too.

"Richard's on the phone, back from Atlanta early, he wants to know about dinner."

"Tell him…." she looked to the video and raised an eyebrow. "Tell him dinner's at seven.

Richard waited for Karen to answer.

"Hi Richard." she called into the phone in a cheerful voice as if her best friend wasn't on a life or death mission.

"Karen." he greeted her.

"Well she said, 'Dinner's at seven."

"It always is." he nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem." he hung up and left the building.

A/N: Finally! -wipes sweat off of brow- That whole dual life thing was something, huh? And now, our troubled lovers have something new to deal with!

The next part I wrote, is odd. It's short, but I don't feel as though anything should be attached to it, within the same chapter. So meh who knows? I hope you enjoyed it, review and respond please!

Much Love and Respect,

~Poppie