CIA agent arrived in Berlin, with the sole objective of completing its mission during the Cold War, but everything ended up taking another path... you meddled – a novice agent, well, you had the same task assigned, except that Lorraine came from London and you from France. all this was new to you, and you were afraid, something she noticed when she saw you. and in the blink of an eye, you ended up spending the night together, leaving the stress and danger of work behind for a moment.

this morning, you were still sleeping, and Lorraine sat at the foot of the bed, holding a cigarette between her fingers as she reviewed her mission report. even though her eyes were on the papers, she only thought about you, about the danger you faced, and even though she wouldn't admit it, she felt the need to protect you.

"why did you choose this path?" Broughton muttered under her breath, looking at your sleeping body on the bed