It started out as a normal job. Nothing different, nothing exciting. If you found the right person and asked them, they'd say that it was a waste of time and effort. And they were probably right, I agreed one hundred percent, but I took it anyway. I needed the money. 

I was an assistant in a Military Intelligence (MI6) building based in Edinburgh, which might sound pretty cool to you but let me assure you, it's not. While these secret agents run around with guns and playing James Bond, I was stuck in an office photocopying memos and brewing coffee.   

Though I myself wasn't an agent, and never would be, I had given myself a large responsibility. Every once in a while I couldn't help but overhear an occasional mission briefing or the venue of an important meeting, things that are to be kept top secret. Of course there wasn't a problem with ME overhearing, everybody knew that they could trust me, but it always made me scared that I would've been targeted by criminals in need of my inside knowledge. Luckily nothing bad had come out of that job other than the endless days of boredom.

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Iain Davis, head of the department, had just stepped out of the lift onto floor 37. As usual his shoes were spotless, his chalky grey suit without a crease, his sky blue tie neatly around his neck. He marched along the corridor, smiling occasionally as people he recognised, and like, passed by. At the end, he turn right and entered the second room that he arrived at. As the glass door swung out and he stepped in, the people already there stood up from their chairs and respectfully waited until he told them to sit down again. Iain took a seat at his usual spot at the end of the glass table, closest to the large window looking down onto one of the busy streets.

Also sitting at the table were four agents, three male and a woman. The two men sitting together on the left side of the table were Colin Smith and Christopher Graham. 

Graham was short, plump and weak-looking, though over the past few years he's obviously proved himself a valuable asset. His chocolate brown hair in short curls sprouting out of his round head. His face consisted of a very large, overused mouth, a huge purple nose, and a pair of beady black eyes.

Smith however, looked quite the opposite. He was too tall to fit under a low doorway without having to squeeze through it. Like most stereotypical spies, he had a very muscular, masculine build. Short, mud brown hair barely reached the tops of his ears. His blue eyes shone out from his narrow clean-shaven face.

Opposite to Smith sat Eva Scott, one of the only woman to be hired by Military Intelligence, certainly the only female working for MI6. She was a rather beautiful lady, with a lovely hour glass figure any woman would kill for. She was about the same height as Graham but a lot skinnier. Around her shoulders a swarm if silky black hair waved loosely. Scott's plump red lips and fluttering green eyes could charm any man she wanted in an instant.

And finally, beside her sat Lucas Anderson, a gentleman that seemed to be either extremely serious and professional or far away, as if was being tormented. He, like Smith, was rather handsome, with the same manly build and strong looking figure. Royal blue eyes seemed misted, guilty. You could tell when he was feeling rough when he'd come into the office looking angry with himself. Unshaven, smelling of alcohol. Eyes blackened from another sleepless night.

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Amelia Evans
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Eva Scott
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