Chapter 1:
Even though it was a sunny and bright day, the room was completely dark. The only thing that gave off light in the room was a projector that sat on top of the dark, polished oval table. There was a reason why the room was so dark. Why would the CIA show sensitive information near a window where someone could look in? Now that was just plain stupid. The CIA director was showing slides and information about the woman’s new assignment. Only three people resided in the room: a poised woman on one side of the table, the director up at the head of the table, and another man across from her. Why were they even there? Apparently there was new information of Germany planning a World War 3. What was it with Germany and wars?

The only woman in the room was Avery Schneider. She looked to be the youngest in the room, although she did not know the age of her counterpart. She was relatively young, being twenty eight. Most of the other agents at her caliber were at least into their mid-thirties. What could she say? She was just a natural at this. She did go through college, actually training along with the CIA. She was a good promise, wanting her to continue college for more knowledge. The CIA would never directly say that they kept her in school to learn how to make bombs. What school would teach that? But with her knowledge of Chemistry, she was able to know what chemicals work together. She was dressed in blue and white striped buttoned shirt, only one button undone. A fitted black jacket sat over the shirt, stopping and flaring slightly at her hips. Her black pencil skirt hit just above the knees. This was her normal attire when she was in the agency. How could she possibly do field work in a pair of heels? She wondered why she was being paired up with this man. She figured that presented with a possibly world war, it was best to know your allies. But how would they get along? If the FBI and CIA could not work well together, how in the world would him and her? Two totally different ways of handling a situation.

The lights were flicked on suddenly, causing Avery to squint her blue-green eyes slightly as they adjusted. As her pupils contracted, the gray shattered ring around her pupil became more dominant. Her eyes were really something unique, which is why she was constantly wearing color contacts on assignments. “Any questions?” The director asked. He sounded like he was a teacher giving a presentation. It could almost make you laugh. The director looked from his agent to the other one, assessing their faces. Avery wanted to protest to this assignment; Did her director not think that she was capable of a solo operation? Avery kept a stoic face as he looked back to her, debating about whether or not to speak. “When does our flight leave?” She finally asked, figuring there was no use in debating with her superior. After all, she was lucky to even be considered for this job. The director could have easily gone with an older agent rather than her. “Nineteen Hundred hours” The director told her, opening a manila folder and pulling out a dossier and travel documents. There were two passports in there, along with their flight plans. Avery was not sure of how much time she would be spending in Germany. For all she knew, she could be on assignment for more than a year. And she had just gotten back a few weeks from being in Cuba for a year. She couldn’t complain about being on the beach every day for a year. Her skin was now bronzed with light freckling across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Her normally light brown hair was almost blonde from the sun. She pulled the sleeve of her jacket up slightly, looking at the face of the small watch. It was already 3pm. That meant she only had a few hours to pack everything before they left. It took her forever to go through security and customs. That was not easy with a lot of weapons. Avery waited for her new partner to speak before standing up.

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03032012:13:00-Langley,VA. That was all that was written in the email. The FBI never had to give anymore details than that. Craig was perfectly fine with that. He had already knew that CIA headquarters was in Langley. He had arrived unscathed and sat through the briefing pretending to be taking detailed notes on his government issued laptop. Craig looked older than his 27 years. Most people pegged him to be in his mid-thirties. He was pale and and had dark bags surrounding his brown eyes. He was dressed in a wrinkled T-shirt and baggy blue jeans.

He took a quick scan around the room. The only female in the room was seemingly paying attention to her boss. Craig’s own Director didn’t have the time to accompany him to Virginia. He couldn’t remember what her name was; and even though she wasn’t dressed to impress, Craig couldn’t help but to notice her figure. As he did he began to wonder why he was paired with her. He was just a government hacker. Doing his job so he wouldn’t have to serve jail time for cracking the FBI’s files wide open for all the net to see.

When the lights came on Craig noticed that she remained in the room. Maybe she was waiting for him to say something, she was going to have to keep waiting. He had equipment to pack;however she was now his partner. She at least deserved a few words. He finally resolved himself to saying a few words: “I’ll meet you at the airport” saying these words as he left from the room.

Craig packed only computer parts. He knew he would be given a big enough stipend from the FBI to cover clothing,food and shelter but not equipment. He had no idea how long he was going to be gone so Craig took no chances; he uploaded a virus onto the mainframe in his bedroom. He would have time to rebuild the information center in Germany but his priority was making sure that he no longer existed. At 18:34 hours Craig dressed in official uniform, missing the badge;after using it to bypass security, was waiting for his CIA counterpart on the other side of the security line.
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As her partner spoke, the words left her untouched. She had worked with many agents from varying agencies. However, a hacker was a first. Wasn’t she the person to bring down people like that? Either way, she felt like she would have to babysit the guy. He probably did not know the hand to hand combat she knew, the stealth from gathering intel. Avery made her way home, most of her items packed. It consisted of clothes that she previously had come to need on a mission. Another bag was of her weapons that she would be allowed on the plane with. Her others would be shipped to Germany when she arrived there. She changed out of her suit, changing into a pair of jeans and a v-neck shirt. She always wanted to travel in comfort. And a suit jacket and skirt did not scream comfortable. She was able to get through security, walking out of the private room where she had been stripped searched. “Good, You are already here.” She explained, brushing some hair out of her face. “Craig is it?” She lied, pretending she did not exactly know his name. Her eyes took in his outfit. Well, it was an upgrade from what he was wearing in the briefing. “Here,” She said, digging out a manila folder. She pulled out his ticket and passport, handing them over to him. Once he took them, she grabbed her own, setting the folder back into her bag. She straightened her shirt, looking at her outfit. She had become accustomed to the strip searches but she could live without them. The shirt clung to her curves, showing enough of her cleavage that is was apparent she did not lack. Her body was toned, but more on the curvy side. Without another word, she headed off into the terminal. She figured now was not the time to talk. They had over an 8 hour flight, they could talk then.
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Chapter 2:
Craig looked at the ticket he was given. Business? Craig didn’t fly business, he was too claustrophobic for that. Carefully escaping from his partner he hopped on to the nearest airport computer could find. Upgrading the tickets to first class was no problem. While he was at it he made sure to reserve a pair of headphones just in case Avery got the idea to question him about the sudden upgrade. Craig had noticed the way she spoke to him. He could hear the distaste as she spoke his name, Avery didn’t like him and Craig was determined not to care.
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Avery glanced back at one occasion to find her partner gone. She just rolled her eyes. She really did not care one way or another. However, she would then have to explain to her director what happened to Craig. Who knows what he was doing. Avery did not mind flying business. She wasn’t the type to care about being around people. Although, she did hate when people were a little too friendly. She arrived at the terminal, her eyes glancing up at the screens. She looked at the time they would be arriving. Pressing her full lips together, she waited for him. He better get done with whatever he was doing otherwise she was going to leave without him. Their plane was now boarding.
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Craig was waiting in his first class seat as Avery boarded the plane. He called a flight attendant over. He spoke to her in a charming voice his eyes seeming to twinkle with every word “You see that woman over there? She’s my wife and she doesn’t know we’ve been upgraded to first class. Would you be dear and show her up here. Here is her ticket.” He handed the flight attendant the ticket and waited for Avery to arrive.
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Avery gave up, boarding the plane. As she was boarding the plane a flight attendant came up to her. “Miss, your husband has upgraded you two to first class.” She said in an overly chipper voice. Avery glanced to Craig, then back to the attendant. “Thank you.” She said simply, flashing the attendant with a bright white smile. As she put all of her bags away except one, she made her way over to Craig. “Too good for business?” She said, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she took a seat. She knew he must of hacked the computer or something to get them into first class. She pulled out her cell phone, checking a few things before turning it off. She set her bag under her chair, buckling her belt.
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“Claustrophobic and allergic to bitches” Craig had replied to Avery’s blatant sarcasm. “Just be glad I didn’t leave you back there.” Craig waited until Avery was putting her bags away when he quietly slipped in “or sent you to Bermuda.” Craig occupied himself by studying a dossier he made about Avery. Not even bothering to hide the dark blue folder.
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“Aww why thank you dear.” Avery retorted as he shot back at her. Oh this was going to be a long trip. Avery always had a mouth on herself, not being able to hold in her sarcasm. She did not take well to people who were weak. At least he challenged her. Better than him going off and moping because she was mean to him. Her eyes glanced over to his folder, knowing it was about her. “Does your file mention how I have disliking to pasty white IT guys?” She whispered, watching as the flight attendant smiled at her. She smiled back, pretending like everything was alright.
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“No but it does mention that you have some serious chemistry background. I had you pegged for a dumb slut.” Craig showed Avery the page he was talking about. “Oh if it makes you feel any better. I’m not just IT, I’m IT’s worst nightmare” Craig produced a similar blue folder with his picture on top. He tossed it on Avery’s lap. “I’ve taken the liberty to highlight a few of my ‘accomplishments'”
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Avery let that one slip. That was a low blow though. They had known each other for a few minutes and he was already calling her a dumb slut? “They wouldn’t let some dumb slut into the agency but yes. I also know more about weapons and have access to more than the military would hope.” She informed him. She had used RPG’s on a regular basis, something most people had never even seen in person. A blue folder was tossed onto her lap, her eyes falling down on it. “My my, someone has an ego. I guess that is all you have. Looks like you don’t get out much. So I assume your love life or sex life for that matter in non existence.” She teased, opening the folder. Her eyes looked over his background, noting where he went to college. The best. She noted his talents at hacking. But beyond that, it was minimal. Her folder was far superior. Weapons. Bomb making. Sniper shot. Hand to hand combat were just a few of her best qualities.
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“You mean they didn’t just pick you up off a street corner?” Craig laughed to himself as the conversation turned into a pissing match. He had only included his hack skills and some basic information in the dossier. If she wanted to know if he could hold his own she was going to have to wait to find out. Craig thought back to the years of Krav Maga and a various other martial arts. The linguistics training and of course computers. Craig was more than what met the eye and what met Avery’s eye was only what Craig would allow her to see.
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Her eyes scanned over the document, closing it. She had already done her own search but humored him by looking at it again. “You mean to tell me that you are more of a jackass then I thought you were? Oh bravo, you have fooled me.” She replied, tossing the folder back to him. She pulled out her phone, checking a document that had been sent to her. “Did you two need anything?” The flight attendant check on them. “Oh no thank you.” Avery replied, placing her hand on top of his for a moment. Once the attendant was gone, she removed her hand. “Nice lie, maybe you are not a complete loss to me” She replied plainly.
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Craig slid on the headphones pretending not to hear Avery’s latest insult. He knew her type, she had something to prove and she felt every man that talked to her was just getting in her way. Craig refused to be her latest obstacle. He resolved that if was going to be spending god knows how long with that woman. He was going to at least make her as uncomfortable as she made him “3.14159265…” He began to count.
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Avery was very tempted to rip those headphones off of his ears but she resisted the urge. She instead pulled out an iPod, unwrapping the headphones. When he started to count, she just looked over to him. Was he really going to start counting all the numbers of pi? She just shrugged her shoulders as the plane started to move. She slipped in her headphones, closing her eyes as she felt the plane lift off the ground. As long as he did not disturb her, she would not bother him.
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Once Craig had noticed that Avery had give up the teasing for now. He grabbed his laptop and pulled up a security video of the briefing. This time he made careful notes. Acknowledging the target Geoff “Eagle” Halste, a 40 year old man bent on returning what he believed belonged to Germany. Under Halste’s rule the Germans had built over 90 nuclear weapons. World War III was inevitable, until Craig had found the a chink in the German armor. While doing routine patrols of the German security system Craig noticed that as long as an IP was German he could break into the missile’s guidance systems. That was the easy part, the hard part was going to be getting into Berlin to make sure that he had at least disarmed the warheads of the bombs
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Avery knew what she needed to do in order to complete a mission such as this.