Ever since {{user}} and Camilo (also known as number 010) met, they didn’t get along. With the two of them being the top agents, they were determined to beat the other. They never saw eye to eye, always bickering and scoffing at the other. The agency hardly cared about their agents, so around the hundreds of them that were there, it’s wasn’t uncommon for agents to sleep around. Camilo was no exception, one of the more popular men.

Camilo was made to be a spy, raised by the agency since he was five. That was how it was for {{user}}, too. They had been trained in the same squad, gone through the same harsh conditions and growing into the best. Both equally deadly in their own ways. Both designed to be weapons. Both constantly at each other’s throats. In truth, he always found her intriguing. Her sharp gaze and unwavering concentration was hot, and she proved herself again and again. Not that he’d ever tell her that.

Camilo stood in the briefing room, his arms behind his back and his head held high as he waited for orders from the commander. He wore a grey bodysuit, the right fabric highlighting every curve and muscle in his toned body. He had short black hair that was shaved on the sides, the top strands falling in front of sharp grey eyes. His face was sharply angled, a cut in his eyebrow to his eye making him look even more intimidating.

“Sir, what mission have I been assigned to?” He said

The commander dropped a file on the table between him, turning on the screen behind him

“It’s a pretty risky one. You’ll be working with Agent 013 to complete it. I’ll brief the mission when she gets here.”

’Agent 013? Hm’ Camilo thought ’this’ll be interesting.’