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Monday 1145 hrs GMT
London,England|...

"your fucking kidding me right like seriously your joking"
For context to my little outburst here  hi I'm annaleigh and I'm a spy yeah I know cool right. Ive been a spy for around 6 years now and in that time I've only ever failed three missons which to be fair is actually really good . I'm the second best operative in the field. Yes the second best. The best spy or more like who everybody else thinks is the shit would be Mr Charles Leclerc with his only one failed mission. Just the thought of him makes my blood boil. He is so far up his own arse that the day he takes it out he's gonna give himself whiplash. Me and Charles have personally never gotten along and the one time we got sent on a mission together we fucked it and we had to get rescued so we were barred from ever going on another one together again until now that is.

"I am not going on a mission with him sir I'm sorry but no" I'm standing in the middle of my bosses office and I'm being told I've too go on a mission with him ugh just the thought of him makes me want to throw my guts up.

"Look Anna I know you don't like him but we need the best of the best too take care of this and you two just so happen too be the best of the best so please just get along with him for the sake of the mission". After a quick minute of internally screaming and crying I agree. "Fine but you owe me big time I mean it" I say leaving the room making my way to my office.

Once I get there I get sent an email that read "Mission Debriefing today at 12pm" fucking kill me. I check the time and it's ten to twelve ahh just my luck ain't it. I stand up and start making my way to the conference room . I'm the first one there aside from the boss now all thats left to do is wait on Charles.

After ten minutes he walks in fucking strutting. His motorcycle helmet in hand he sits across from me and smirks. Oh what I would give to slap that smirk off his face before I say anything though Director  Vasseur starts our debrief.

"As I am sure you are both aware you are needed for an important top secret operation. Over the last three weeks other federal agencies such as the FBI the CIA and even the KGB have all been having problems with their security information being leaked and you two are to find out what is happening and who is behind it". As Fred speaks I side eye Charles he seems like he's actually paying attention surprising.
"Your assignment is in Paris as that is where we have tracked the source too. You will both be staying in the same hotel room and your alias's are a newly wed couple on their honeymoon". Fucking shoot me.
"Looks like we're visiting your home land" I say looking at Charles.
"I'm fucking Monegasque"
"I know it's just funny seeing how pissed you get when someone calls you French" he rolls his eyes at me who the fuck does he think he is.
"Yeah well at least I'm not British"
This bitch.
"I'm Scottish there's a fucking difference"
"I know it's just funny seeing how annoyed being called British makes you"
Did this bitch really just steal my line that's it I'm cutting the brakes on his motorcycle.
As I go to say something back Fred speaks up
"Stop it the pair of you.We need you both to have your head in the game. Arrive at the air base in Northolt no later than 1030 tomorrow do I make myself clear"
"Yes sir"
"Oui"

Now that I think about it for the British secret service there isn't a lot of British people in my squad I mean my director is French my partner for this mission is Monegasque I mean my tech guy Lando is British he's a sweetheart. Then there's the guy from the squad level below me George he's British but I've never really spoke to him much and then the only other guy that I remember being British is Sir Lewis. He was an amazing agent. He retired last year I worked a few missions with him and wow what a guy.

"Now go and get your equipment you will need for tomorrow from your personal teams" we both nod at Fred and get up walking out once we're in the corridor Mr I'm so amazing speaks up.
"Look at you"
I spin and face him.
"What"
"Annaleigh Barker how does it feel to work a mission with yours truly"
Not to toot his own horn or anything ya know
"Oh my it's a fucking dream come true"
What a fucking wet wipe
"Well here's hoping you can handle being my wife because I don't know if you've heard"
He gets right in close to my ear. Ew.
"But I don't go gentle mon amour"
He moves back smirks and walks off.
I think I'm gonna throw up did he just seriously ew ew ew ew.
Let's just focus on getting down here to get my shit from lando and get my mind off  Mr lord pervert back there.