Have you ever stood in one of the highest floors of a building and gazed down at the city through one of those overwhelmingly large, rectangular office windows? The sight is just riveting, isn't it? Breathtaking...

I'd probably enjoy it a little longer if it weren't for the risk of me catching a bullet with my skull right now.

"I see her!" a voice shouted in the distance, causing me to take my position and avoid being a vulnerable target.

I ducked behind the corner of the wall near a doorway, hearing the rapid gunfire coming from the opposite side. The adrenaline that rushed through my veins from being in this intense environment made me smile, almost laugh with excitement. I had always loved the exhilarating feeling of not knowing what to expect. This is what I live for. These assholes had no clue who they were putting up with and there was not a second they had to try and piece together what my next move would be because I couldn't even predict that myself.

That's right, I dared to wing it.

Spotting an office chair in my peripheral, I pulled it over with my foot and kept both of my pistols gripped tightly in my hands. I figured it'd be fun to trifle with him a bit so I kicked the chair off to the side, exposing it to the gunman and he reacted exactly how I predicted he would. As he shot at the chair, stupidly thinking it was me, I appeared from behind the wall with my guns held confidently in front of me.

"Surprise..." I sang to him with a menacing grin.

Before he had the chance to raise his gun to me, I already beat him to it and pulled the triggers at the same time, shooting from his face down to his torso for fancy decoration then watched his body collapse with his eyes wide in incredulity.

I smirked at the sound of the thump of his body against the floor, replaying that satisfying sound in my head as I approached his remains.

I narrowed my eyes down at his pale face, keeping my pistol aimed in case he's still breathing. His still body and the sudden twitches in his hands were good signs that told me he wouldn't be seeing another day anytime soon.

Scarlet red blood began to spill out quickly from the bullet holes in his body and spread across the floor with a small polished shine to it. Call me crazy but seeing it made me crave some red wine now. I knelt down by his side and reached into his coat pocket, feeling around through all of the garbage he had in there.

I noticed that the area around me was awfully silent. There is no way that this guy had to be the last one here. I pulled out a handful of junk from his pocket then found the key. "Perfect. Oh..." I bit my lip at the indulging glisten of an eye-catching diamond. The glisten of a very large diamond, that is.

Stay focused... I came to do one thing and one thing only... But I should keep this as a souvenir.

I stuck the diamond ring in my boot and the key in my pocket then stood up, adjusting my dark shades. I wiped the soles of my boots off on the gunman's coat to keep from leaving a trail of bloody footprints around the building. Then, I proceeded forward.

I quickly walked to the nearest elevator and casually scanned the key card to get in. The doors slid open, welcoming me and I couldn't help but to admire how much effort and investment has been put into this beautiful, up-scale facility. Each floor was much more lavishing than the last.

Too bad it's going to all be burned down to dust after I'm done here.

"Going up?" a man on the inside smiled at me in a way that was anything but inviting. I knew I would be walking into something aggressive but did I mind? Not at all. He then whipped out a metal bar. One that looked like it's been ripped off of a railing or something. He taunted me with it by swinging it with his eyes locked deeply with mine.

I smiled, challenging him, "Sure am..." I answered and walked right in, staring him down. Without hesitation, he raised his bar, swinging it hard with a throaty groan. Smoothly, I ducked under his attack and grabbed the bar. The doors closed. "Almost forgot." I lifted my leg up to press the eighth-floor button with my foot. The man groaned and rammed me into the wall, pulling the bar back then quickly thrusting the jagged end at me. I dodged off to the side, abruptly kicking his shin then spun around with a high kick dead to his face. He stumbled back, letting the bar fall out of his grip.

We both knew he screwed up.

As he tried to reach over for it, I stomped on his arm then whipped one of my handguns out from my pocket. He cried out in agony from the pain of his fractured hand. "Oh, man up." I scoffed at his pathetic squirming, hearing the doors open at the same time. I shot his arm once to keep him down then I pushed a few of the buttons on the elevator as a cute prank. Only, this prank ended with me throwing in a small bomb just before the doors closed.

Okay... I'm starting to get bored with being here... And hungry.

Before my mind could loop into the off-topic road of thinking of where I wanted to eat after this, there was a strange feeling in the air that concerned me. A feeling that somebody else was here but they're either scared or I could be wrong...

Who am I kidding? I'm never wrong.

I made my way over to the main office, scanned the key card, then walked inside. That's when I found what could be my ticket home... The safe.

I gave it a small smile before I quickly went over to it then pressed my ear against its cold metal finish, twisting the combination knob. I listened carefully for the soft clicks while the place was still quiet. A sickening feeling inside my gut told me that I needed to do this quick. I could sense that I was probably set up as an easy target, or even in a trap at this very moment. After hearing the three clicks, I began to put in the combination. 2, 31, 48.

Nothing.

Ok... 31, 2, 48.

It opened.

Now that that's out of the way, time to get back to home base...

I quickly snatched the briefcase out of the safe and headed out of the office.

"Put... The case... Down..." a deep and intimidating voice boomed from behind me just as I was leaving towards the hall. "Now!"

I slowly turned around. A tall, very wealthy-looking man with a thick beard and a shotgun in his hands looked at me with not-so-friendly eyes. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way..." he clicked his gun.

"Or we can do this my way..." I quickly rolled behind one of the large office desks as he began to shoot in my direction. I pulled out a tear gas bomb and rolled it at him. That stuff is strong. I even hate to carry it around but you'll never know when it comes in handy. I pulled the collar of my black spandex suit up to my nose and crawled to a desk further from the gas. I peeped up and saw the man coughing but still searching for me row by row. Only the figure of his body was visible through the foggy cloud.

While I still could, I shot at the large window, creating an escape hole for myself. I already had what I wanted, there was no need for me to waste any more time here.

"Get back here, bitch!" he coughed as he heavily marched towards me.

I looked at the suspect then back at the window. "If you're smart, you wouldn't come any closer," I warned him as I backed closer and closer to the opening of the window.

"Just give me the case or die trying to keep it." he forced his eyes to open and see me. They were beaming red from the gas and tearing up a waterfall but that didn't stop him from accurately aiming his weapon at my head. Pain was clearly painted across his face but an almost out of place smirk emerged on his expression and I knew that he felt I had no place to run...

A thought only a moron would conclude.

Just as he pulled the trigger I lunged myself out of the window with the case tightly in hands.

"Wait, no!" I heard him roar from the building.

I tossed a grenade through the hole as I fell freely from the building, watching the top floor explode in a heartbeat which was then followed by a glistening rain of glass, sparks, and debris.

Adrenaline rapidly filled my body as the wind rushed around me and made me feel completely weightless as the speed in which I was falling increased by the second. I wanted to enjoy this feeling a little bit longer but I knew if I did that, I'd splat against the concrete like a water balloon. I moved my hand to the side of my suit and pushed the button to activate the grappling hook then I slid calmly down the building, to the sidewalk.

As soon as I landed, I cut the rope and ditched the hook. I didn't want to have another incident of that thing smacking me in the face again. It was best to just leave it.

Momentarily after giving the building one last look, I quickly made my way to my black convertible which was parked not-too-far-away from my mission site and hopped inside, tossing the case to the passenger side before starting it.

Mission complete.

After the others get through investigating the scene, a crew should be on their way to demolish this illegal shit hole. They'll be thanking me for already getting the ball rolling on that.

I stepped on my gas pedal and started on the road back to headquarters.

You're probably lost as to what just happened so allow me to introduce myself...

Hi, my name is Sasha Nicole Greene, a regular 22-year-old who came from a small town in Texas. The only difference between me and most people who consider themselves "regular" is the fact that I've been doing work like this since I was at the age of 10 and a whole lot has changed since then.

Before, the headquarters I work at was smaller, of course, and filled with 30 to 45-year-old men and just a few women. I wasn't old enough to go on missions at the time so I trained and trained my whole life which is why missions, like these, are pretty simple for me. That's when, my boss, Simon realized that he could use some younger recruits rather than having this place seem like an old retirement home. Though that seemed like a good idea, and it is! But the younger guys are more annoying. I keep myself distant from them for obvious reasons but I have to admit, some of the drama that gets displayed every now and then gets kind of interesting.

I pulled up in the parking lot of headquarters, immediately making my way through the automatic doors to report to Simon's office. The marble floors were freshly polished as it was every week. It was nice to be able to see my reflection in the marble every once in a while. I went into one of the halls and made my way to Simon's office. I put in my code and was granted access by him inside the room. As the doors opened, I could already see Simon waiting for me while his office assistant walked by with a large stack of paperwork in hand.

"Tell me something I want to hear." he clasped his hands over his desk, watching me as I walked in. He sported a dark blue suit striped with thin, barely noticeable, black lines today, paired with a black fedora, which really fit the fudge brown tone of his skin and he topped off his look with a stunning black and gold Rolex that he probably just bought because I had never seen it on him before.

"I'm sure this will be music to your ears," I tossed the briefcase onto his desk. "Mission success."

He opened the case with the type of glee only I could recognize. To others, he would look as if he had no expression. "Let's see here..." he dumped an ass-ton of money out of the case and onto his desk. "There you are..." he barely smiled.

As he was examining the thing inside, I helped myself to the "free offer" and stuffed one, okay, two of the neat stacks of money in my bra. I looked back to what he was holding and was almost in shock, slightly offended even... "A flash drive? All this trouble for a flash drive?"

His eyes moved up to me, "Not just any flash drive. This flash drive was used to hack and steal hundreds, even thousands of important files, emails and secret documents from the FBI and other government services including ours. Rolando cleared his name from the long history of criminal activity he's had in the past eight years then used the emails to get him big bucks to illegally own a million-dollar business and invest in illegally invented drugs and weapons. This is a huge deal, Nicole."

I nodded now that it made more sense. I understood that this guy's whole business was built on scams and taking advantage of the most vulnerable of his clients, never did I expect him to have gained access to the government's confidential files to do it. "So, why did you want me to kill him?" I asked. For all I know, he could have given us more information behind his motives.

"I didn't really care if he was dead in a hole or alive behind bars. All the answers we need are in this... And this." he whipped out some paperwork from the case sleeve. Whatever it was about, he'd probably fill me in on it another time. For now, I'll just leave that to him and his office assistant.

"I'll take those," Janet said, grabbing the paperwork.

I lifted my shades off of my eyes, "Anything else before I head out?"

"Yes, actually..." Simon looked up at me with a small smirk. "Go to the bar. You deserve it for the fine work today."

"Really... Alright. I could use a treat like this." I gave him a quick two-finger salute then headed for the door. I think I'll go out tonight but right now, it's still pretty early. I could use some light training in our gym.

After leaving Simon's office, I made my way across the courtyard of headquarters, to the girl's locker room. Some girls were already leaving and some were just coming in and getting dressed. None of them said a word to me, they avoided me as usual. Which is good, I came here to focus on myself.

The gym here only opened from 4 am to 7 pm but we were only allowed to train in there for a maximum of three hours twice a day to keep it from overcrowding with people. The only exception to getting to train longer is when the place isn't being occupied by many of our members. That last part isn't written anywhere but I've done it so many times, so I know.

I threw on my camouflage​ pants and black tank along with some workout gloves. I still had some energy left in me, even after the mission. I closed my locker, picked up my bag, then walked out to the gym, looking for my favorite coach. He was the only one that could teach me things I care about and the only one who could keep up with me.

I've been training with him for a good 3 years now and he's been putting me first as a client since I've started working with him. In those 3 years, I've learned that he was one of the few people who could put up with who I am and he wasn't afraid of me like the others. I hated that at first but then I found his fearlessness towards me to be a little attractive. I had a slight suspicion that he had noticed my little attraction towards him but he never said anything about it.

I'm not even going to lie, I get clingy when I see him training with other agents but only because he started off as my personal coach to begin with and, therefore, he still belongs to me.

What can I say, I don't like sharing.

It's not a huge burden on my part though. Yes, he's been working with more of our members and his schedule is only getting even more hectic these days but, I still find an easy way of getting him available for me so I could still get some work done with him.

I set my bag down, scanning the gym. Not much to my surprise, he was nowhere in sight, probably busy training with another client.

I guess I'll just train by myself until he shows himself.

I grabbed my water bottle out of my bag then turned around, suddenly noticing Coach talking to Rebecca. The tall redhead who still hates my guts to this day. Long story short, she crashed our submarine into an underwater cave, broke the air source, and almost killed herself and other members in the accident. And who was the one to risk her life to save them? Me. She basically would've been dead but the only thanks I get is her constantly trying to get me kicked out of the agency. She's been trying ever since her status had been lowered and after she was finally allowed back on missions. Little does she know that I have a very strong relationship with Simon which means she won't be ever seeing the day when I leave this place. That little grudge of hers will do nothing but waste her energy.

I walked over to Coach, ignoring Rebecca. I knew she was shooting dirty looks at me but I didn't mind. I only felt admired by her. She might as well start bowing down to me.

"Nicole?" Coach Jackson furrowed his eyebrows. Strands of his blonde hair were stuck to his forehead from sweat but I could tell he hadn't done much yet. He didn't have the sweat pooling down his back and chest as usual. "Why are you here? Didn't you just get back from a mission?"

"I still have some energy left. Ready?" I stretched.

"Really, eh? Well, you know I'm not supposed to do this but I'll take it light with you today. Sounds good?"

Rebecca tapped my shoulder to get my attention, "I was kind of having an important discussion here..."

Coach put his hand on her shoulder, "Rebecca. It's all good, I'll get back to you once I get permission from Simon. Considering how busy he is, it might take about a week or so to confirm, okay?"

She glared at me before turning her eyes back to Coach, "Actually, it's not 'all good'. My mission is coming up soon and I need access to the new gear in the lab. I can't do that when Simon keeps sending Dr. Smalls out on business trips." she said calmly but clearly bothered.

He nodded, "I understand that-"

"I would like to speak with Simon right now. Just reserve me a meeting with him the same way you did before." She demanded in a gentle but stern tone.

He chuckled, "Can't. I'm not allowed to leave until my shift is over." He told her. "I'll tell you what, I'll call up Smalls myself and try to work something out for you but I'm going to need you to be patient since I have other clients to work with still." he put his arm around my shoulder with a friendly smile. "I know you two wouldn't appreciate working in each other's presence so let me do one thing at a time, got it?" he asked and after she rolled her eyes and replied, "Got it." back to him, he gestured for me to follow him as he walked towards the gym door.

After we left her in the gym, I knew Coach wouldn't be hearing the end of it from her nor will she be as patient as he expects her to be. She's the type who always gets her way, and not easy too. She fights for what she wants and doesn't mind incorporating a little deception and sabotage on her own teammates to get it. Then there's the fact that she's also an exceptional agent and spy to the USSCI agency. Which is why she's still here and not to mention that her sneaky games could get her out of practically any situation. A quality that I both love, but more importantly, hate about her.

"So. What do you have in mind?" I asked Coach as we headed down the gym hall.

He rubbed his chin, thinking for a short moment, "How about some yoga?"

I raised an eyebrow "How about no? I want to do some cardio. Maybe some weight lifting, even."

He chuckled as he opened up one of the exercise rooms and let me go in first, "Cardio it is then. We'll do weights next time. You can't exhaust yourself so soon after a mission."

I shrugged, walking over to the punching bags. He was right about that, I can't wear myself out today and I kind of have a bad habit of doing that already. I guess you could say that I'm still working on coordinating my mind and body simultaneously rather than letting one decide before the other. I tightened my gloves and punched my palms to pump myself up. "Let's go!"

He walked over to me and massaged my shoulders, "Remember: it's all about rhythm and control."

I nodded then began throwing rapid fast punches at the bag.