Two Guns, and A Very Convenient Window

Name: Lena Croyden

Age: Early twenties

Job: Spy

Mission: Track her target, a double agent countless other agents had tried to apprehend. All the others had failed. This double agent was supposed to be legendary, and quick. Lena was next in line, but she was also the last option. It was food she was quick too. And probably even more sneaky. The catch? She must bring the target back to the newly built secret spy base..alive.

Name: Nathaniel (Classified) Krisher

Age: Mid twenties

Job: Spy

Mission: (Classified)

Lena crouched behind a stack of books, her gun cocked and pointed directly at her target.

It had taken her three days to track her target here, to an old money skyscraper, in the middle of San Francisco.

She took her shot at her target and he thudded to the ground. Lena jumped to her feet and went to check her target's pulse when instantly the man started to move. Lena had less than five seconds to dive out of the man's shooting range, it only took her two.

As Lena dove, the windows behind her shattered because the bullets had missed her. Lena clicked her tongue disapprovingly glancing at the waste of fine architecture.

Then Lena leapt toward the man and sprayed pepper spray in his eyes. She kicked him in the stomach and threw some chili powder she had pulled from her backpack. The man grunted and cried out, before landing a kick to Lena's foot. She growled at the pain and slapped the man's face. His gaze met her eyes, in surprise. “You slapped me?”

Lena coldly hand cuffed the man, who was too shocked to fight her, and did not reply.

Smirking, the man wiggled and danced, and used his bound wrists to give Lena a double punch in the jaw, which sent her reeling. She jolted up a second later, wincing heavily when she tasted blood. Lots of blood. She did a front handspring and landed near the man. She punched him in the back of his head and knew he would lose consciousness. She wiped her hands quietly on a wipe from her bag, and analyzed the man’s weapons. All he had was a taser sprawled at her feet, and the gun he had used, which was on the floor.

She peered closer at the gun aghast. It was her emergency hand gun. Her second favorite one, the one she'd gotten from her first trip to France. The man had taken it..from her back...pack. “He-how?” Lena muttered, looking down at her backpack as if it would tell her.

”Practice.” The man answered, grinning while straightening up to stand.

Lena blinked at the man, who was now untied, held her hand gun, and definitely wasn't unconscious.

She sighed. Her foot picked up the man’s taser and she kicked it into the air like a soccer player kicking a soccer ball into a goal.

Lena zapped the man with his own taser, then ducked under raining bullets, and raced to the shattered window. Something was off about this mission, and Lena knew it. She was missing a piece to the puzzle, and she would find it. But first, she was going to escape.

Lena searched in her backpack for her grappling hook as she came closer to the windows. The man held up her bright yellow grappling hook, eyes twinkling in amusement.

Lena only sighed, “Of course he did,” as the man stopped shooting at her, thinking he won.

But Lena only rolled her eyes.

She tucked in her legs as she leapt out the window, and her purple emergency grappling hook shot out to grab the roof’s edge.

The man shook his head in astonishment, as Lena swung down to the ground and raced into a crowd of tourists, her brown hair wavering in the wind, behind her.

“She had a back-up grappling hook too?” The man muttered, impressed.

Then a minute later, the target used Lena's favorite grappling hook to head to the ground as well, and blend into the busy streets of San Francisco.

Both were lied to. One found out they were tied to..

Why were they lied to?

Who lied to them?

What is Lena going to do about it?

Is she still going to fulfill her mission?

Lena posed in a coffee shop where she could still see the skyscraper. She had pulled out a beanie, dark purple lip stick, and bright hello kitty sunglasses, from her bag. That was one of her favorite disguises, to camp out in. Lena gulped down her caramel cappuccino, and tipped the waiter, when she saw the man propel out the same window she had just gone through. The man landed a couple hundred feet away and she would have sworn he looked her way.

The man immediately turned his coat inside out and pulled out dark aviator sunglasses. So they had both chosen glasses as their disguise. Lena smiled. She slowly lingered by the coffee shop door, as the man made his next move. He started to walk towards the beach, and he took out a flip phone. As the man held a hushed conversation, Lena started to walk across the street to a surf shop. Then she walked straight by the man and entered another shop. She replayed the conversation she had heard from the man, in her head.

“Come on! This is like Denmark all over again!!!

I know but..

Well some things are up, and that means death in this business.

Just…

No.

No! I don’t want!-

..Fine.

Please?

Thanks, bye Alfred.”

Lena tilted her head confused. She didn’t understand. Maybe the man was talking in code? She sighed, and bought a pack of colored pencils from the shop she’d walked into. Then she headed to the beach. She arrived at the beach and didn’t see the man anywhere. She lost him. Her brows crinkled in confusion. Maybe he wasn’t headed where she thought he was. Maybe he was going to the pier!

She raced to the pier, knowing if she wasn’t fast enough the man could disappear in an instant and her mission could crumble to dust.