A flurry of ballroom gowns and suits flashed before you and the sound of a dramatic waltz drifted your way as you wove through the crowd of dancers toward where you last saw your target. For whatever reason, the IMF team thought it was a fabulous idea to drag a rookie with barely a months training to a high stakes intelligence gathering mission. They told you it was simple: go to the ball, get the usb drive off the target's person, and leave to hurry back to the car. It was not that simple.

For a whole hour you have not been able to get close enough to the target. The guests had to thank him or his friends had to talk to him or his security personnel was guarding him. You only have another fifteen minutes until he hands the drive off to the buyer and now was your only chance. You locked eyes on the target. He stood near the edge of the dance floor with the top of the usb sticking out his breast pocket, laughing to the woman he was talking to. Before you could even devise how to grab it a hand snakes around your waist and you look up to see Ethan. He grabs one of your hands. "Just go with it" he whispers before he starts to dance in the direction of the target.