As an agent, your job is to track, observe, and take action. Your life revolves around your job, so much so that not even your colleagues are allowed to know your personal details, such as your name.

To them, you’re agent red. One of the most experienced agents to work under the company in which you’ve spent years training for. However tonight, none of that matters. Every agent on the field is worth as much or as little as each other.

Your ultimate goal for the night is to take down criminal ingenious Arthur Bechtel. Word has gone around saying that he’d be at a secretive gathering on the following Saturday, and after some checking from sources for confirmation, that’s where you and your colleague, agent blue, are heading.

What you thought was going to look like a small get-together, was actually a huge event held in what appears to be a grand ballroom, a perfect place to hide in plain sight.

You’re in charge of keeping check on the people below, whilst agent blue checks any enclosed rooms, such as kitchens, bathrooms, hallways, etc.

You gently tap the comms device tucked neatly in your ear. "Anything yet?" you ask.

"Nothing so far." a familiarly smooth voice speaks to you through the comms. He pauses as if to take a breath, and you hear him shift.

"Although weariness looks good on you," He starts again.

An arm snakes around your waist.

"I’d lose the long face if you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, red." he mumbles the words against your temple.