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001: the beginning

He understands the objective perfectly.

But, with his gun cocked at her, the barrel pressing ever-so-lightly into her temple, he cannot bring himself to pull the trigger.

A grim smile is etched on her lips. Her eyes are closed and her carefully winged liner is slightly smudged. Her olive complexion looks pale from the knife of light cutting through the air.

"Do it." A voice urges from his left ear.

And in one swift moment, without dropping his gun from the precise position, he turns off his comms.

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DELTA HEADQUARTERS: MAY 18 2024 0934

Jasmine is inexplicably bored.

She drinks her latte coolly, surveying the small group of women that have gathered to argue. They're all seated comfortably around a wide table, but the stiffness of the women's movements imply that this conversation is anything but comfortable. The are calm and short exchanges held around the table, and the main operative, Lindy Greene, looks the most stressed.

"I cannot exaggerate this enough," Lindy tells everyone. "The Alphas are planning on breaking into our headquarters to retrieve the hard drive. They will stop at nothing to steal it. They will kill if the situation presents itself as that."

Jasmine nods absentmindedly. It's nothing she hasn't heard before; the hard drive holds the personal information of every single agent in world, including their location and health status. With that kind of power, the DELTA would be able to protect themselves as well as manipulate others. As of now, the drive is carefully monitored in a location near Venice, and the misled Alpha Primum think that the DELTA has it. But in truth, a man by the name of Aaron Deitering has the drive.

Of course, it's nothing Jasmine can't handle. After all, she is the highest ranking field agent in DELTA.

"Jasmine?" Lindy asks. "Any thoughts?"

"I have it under control," Jasmine says nonchalantly, flicking imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Lindy rolls her eyes, but Jasmine is aware that Lindy knows perfectly well that Jasmine is a ruthless, professional spy. Jasmine leans back with a slight smile on her faces as she sips her coffee again.

"Anyways," Lindy says. "Just be careful. We lost an agent last year."

Murmurs buzz around the room. A woman had mysteriously disappeared, and upon leaving left no trace of her existence. When she heard of her of her death, a friend of hers - Jenna Taylor - had found every possession of hers gone. The discovery provoked rumors of another agency rising.

Of course, that wasn't possible. There is no other agency in the system.

"We're sending Jasmine and Erin as fieldwork agents," Lindy finishes. "Dismissed."

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VENICE, ITALY [DELTA GROUNDS]: MAY 18 2024 1518

Logan is in deep shit.

He's in a tall building with nothing in his pocket except a gun and some rubber bands. He is also trapped on the third floor, according to Garrett, because apparently all the police in the area have been notified of him. And following Garrett's calculations, they should be here in three and a quarter seconds, and his ride here in eighteen.

"Seriously?" Logan nearly yells at Garrett, because his ride was supposed to be here three minutes ago. When he found out that the drive was guarded by a sensor that alerted all the police and the DELTA - those bitches - within a fifty mile radius. While Garrett is leisurely chilling with gelato at the Alpha part of Venice, Logan is supposed to catch a ride from Tom, the new recruit. Keyword: supposed.