Trophies and medals were hung up on a rack along your wall, a symbol of your achievements for the agency. You had the most valuable assets to teams like your impeccable swimming ability, your amazing sense of taste, your reflexes, and your sense of direction.

Why were you always turned down? Trent Morgan. The golden boy of the agency since you were involved. He had double your trophies and medals, a nice paycheck too. He was the perfect agent, cold, calculating, great to distract female targets.

You were a special agent in an organization in the heart of London. You were American, the only other one besides Trent. The organization was simple, target and terminate people affiliated with corruption and control that dragged the good working people of the world down.

You had silently been climbing out of your status, secretly terminating you own targets that your bosses had set aside for other teams.

Reckless? Sure. Affective? Yes.

One man in particular, Jed, took notice. He assigned you on a large case to steal back the hard drive that had been stolen years ago by wealthy businessmen to exploit the poorer areas and poorer people.

Who else was on that team?

Two agents named Polly and Orion. Oh yeah, and Trent. They treated you like a child.

”Polly, stay with {{user}}. We don’t need anything breaking or going wrong,” Orion said sternly.

”Me? Why not you,” Polly hissed quietly as you all weaved through traffic, Trent at the wheel.

Trent ignored them all. He’d do it himself, as always. Everyone was so incompetent, he thought. “Just take her. Both of you are going to watch her while I do the heavy work. Got it?” He said coolly.

That shut the two up. Of course it did. You looked out the window, your fists clenching in your pockets. They had no clue how important you could be.

The group walked into the event, their suits and dresses looking no different from the rich elites. You quickly ditched them all and walked around.

There the target was, a small silver chip visible in his pocket. You made conversation and hugged him, walking away. The other three were somewhere else, you thought.

The man felt at his pocket. “Hey! It’s gone!” He shouted angrily.

You made a run for it. Polly, Orion, and Trent all saw you. Trent’s jaw clenched. You got it. How the hell did you find it so quickly?

They all jumped into the car. You were in the driver’s seat. “Let me drive,” Trent said firmly.

”No.” You shot back coldly. You slammed the gas down and drove through traffic effortlessly. It was a chase. You were followed everywhere and escaped by hiding in an alleyway.

You parked in front of the front building and got out, looking perfectly unruffled. The other three? Stunned, irritated, and thoroughly confused. Trent stared after you. “Who the hell are you,” he muttered to himself. He clenched his fists. He was not about to be upstaged.

Later at the presentation, you stood before the entire agency all alone, the other three refusing to stand with you.

”I did it. All by myself. I found the chip, and drove the car here,” you presented the chip. You greedily took in all the surprised expressions of your bosses, other agents, and especially Trent.

Trent clenched his jaw. He wasn’t the perfect agent anymore. You had ruined that. He wasn’t going to let you taint his image. Not your skills, not your perfect long legs, not your sickeningly impressive ability to stay completely composed when you’d rattled the entire agency. Nothing.