4/21/2016
12:01 AM, Miami, Florida

Circe sat on her bed in the cheap, emotionless hotel room that B had booked for her. She scowled at the thought of his disgusting mug. Circe would never forgive him for what he had gotten her into.
She sighed deeply and let her head drop into her hands. She didn't want to do this. She couldn't.
But she had to. So, Circe stood, and held her head high. She slipped out of her clothes and slid on the black steathsuit designed by B, and took time to adjust the straps on her boots. She pinned her bangs out of her face, and slid on the goggles.
Circe finally looked at the gloves. They were like her suit; thick, black latex, small seam of cotton lining to protect the advanced technology and provide comfort. She hated those gloves. In a way, they hurt her. They caged her.
"I'm dangerous. And B promised...," Circe thought to herself, letting out a breath and sliding on the gloves.
Circe checked her time. 12:30. Mann would be waiting
Circe hurried down to the parking lot, taking care not to be seen by a guest of civilian. She approached a dark green mini limosuine in the parking lot. As she got closer, the door was flung open. She climbed in, and the door closed behind her.
Mann was hiding in his typical litter black mass in the front seat. The driver was not revealing his face to her, and Circe didn't care to see it.

"Hello, Circe. I'm glad you did as was expected. You surprise me," Mann was rather cheerful.

"That doesn't seem to fit," Circe sat with her back to Mann, waiting for her stop. "Where is that little snake of yours?"

"In the void. Would you like to see her?" Mann asked.

"I'll pass, thanks. Give Nagini my regards, though," Circe spat.

"It's Naligra, but I doubt you care," Mann cleared his throat, his typical hiss coming back into play. "Now, your bag is under your seat. It has a tracer on it to track your whereabouts. This, of course, is for the safety of both the Agent and the Boss. B has designed it to read your vitals. We are asking you to clip it onto the inside of your suit, but this is not mandatory,"

Circe reached down from the seat, and pulled out the smooth latex bag. She quickly found the rather small tracer and attached it to the inside of her collar.

"Brilliant. You are a doll. Anyway, you will also find water, food, and a flashlight. You will find pockets for these items in your utility belt," Mann waited for Circe to complete these actions before continuing. It wasn't fair for the Boss to have one this young. "Now, in your bag you will find a very special folder. You will protect this folder with your life. Am I understood?"

Circe nodded, knowing her job.

"Now, I do not know the files you have been asked to collect, and I do not know the combination to the floor. It is only something you could know. Take what is asked, and take more if you can manage. Remember, the more information we have on the enemy, the better," the vehicle screeched to a stop. "Brilliant. Agent Circe, your job awaits,"

The car door swung open, and Circe took off to her destination.

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4/21/2016
12:40 AM, 30 miles outside of Phoenix Arizona

Circe slowly crept up to the large facility known as Providence. She knew they were somewhere near Phoenix, and she had no idea how she got to Arizona from Miami in 30 minutes. It wouldn't surprise her if they went through the void.
Circe quickly scaled the wall, being careful not to set off any censors. She found her way to the section of the complex where her target awaited. She pressed a button on her utility belt, and knew that she had been swallowed into advanced cloaking technology.
She removed the top screen of the sunroof and dropped to the floor.
She landed in a crouch position, and then straightened, brushing off her suit. She made her way to the room where she had to be. She quickly took the folder, and looked at the clue to open it.
Mr. Kleiss's treasure.

It had to Beowolf. He was always was the favorite.
She grabbed what she needed, then saw Holiday's notes on the disease that her boss was spreading. She almost took them...
But Circe wanted the good guys to win so badly it hurt her.
Taking her prize, Circe quietly exited the building, leaving no trace.

A/N: I cannot stress how sorry I am. I have a long list of excuses, but I won't waste your time. But, I have a schedule! Ah, organization, my old friend. Every Saturday night I will have a post. It will be regular, and I promise I'll keep up!
Next to announce the next big thing: Crisis is going to be a trilogy! Each fragment will have 20 chapters, and I will not leave the series open ended. I'm still traumatized from Young Justice. The second installment will be called Critical, and the finale will be called Zero Hour.
I am so excited for the Crisis trilogy, and I genuinely hope you can forgive me!

Until This Saturday!