Working for the MI6 is the occupation Y/N NEVER saw themselves in, even as a child with their outlandish dreams of weird and whacky future jobs. This was never on the cards.

After your last partner died, they were replaced by someone new. It was clockwork for Y/N. Their partners always died in one way or another. Only to be swapped out for someone else. Their newest partner was Bella. Bella Ramsey. A hot prospect within the espionage network.

"Fresh meat." Y/N took an extended drag of their cigarette.

The two were at a party, a mafia party. Trying to kill some mob boss, nothing new. Should be smooth sailing. Key word, SHOULD. Nothing is ever as it seems.

"Who're we looking for?" Bella whispers into Y/Ns ear, her breath sent a vibration down their spine.

"Lorenzo Giovanni, he's the target. We kill him quickly and quietly, and then we leave. Comprende?"

"Mhm..." Bella nodded, looking over the party goers, "Wanna dance? Maybe it'll make us look less suspicious?"

"No." Y/N left for the bar.