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'One Shot' is the nickname of the best sniper and secret agent who's about to get a promotion - if this mission goes well. But little did he expect to meet an 'Angel' on the roof that night who'd mess up his chance. But that is only the start of the weekend.

The drunk angel is not who she seems to be, and soon, both fall into a web of intrigues they might not get out alive. Watch out for this action romance drama!
If you only have one shot, you better make it count.

Weekly updates planned.

SPOILER ALERT: Now for those who want to figure out the story and the character background themselves, I'd advise you to stop reading from this point as the next paragraphs will contain SPOILERS of season one and the characters.

SPOILERS AHEAD! (proceed with caution): Three candidates have made it to the final round to the next promotion as top secret agents. Alexander (aka "One Shot") with a perfect record is in the lead; Jack, a self-proclaimed rival, is close behind, and unknown to both, a third candidate is in the race: Angelica (aka "Angel"). The two followers pursue different strategies to make One Shot fail: Jack wants to make him mess up, but his plan fails when Angel interferes. She has a different motive: to make him choose her out of his own volition and give up his position as a secret agent for love. Jack mistakes her for One Shot's girlfriend and changes his plan. His new idea: kidnapping Angel and threatening One Shot to give up the promotion. Things become even more complicated when friends and family become involved, an ex-best friend's betrayal with the ex-boyfriend, and a wedding. Who of those three will win the promotion? But maybe more importantly, what are their motives behind getting it? A new order comes in and only the one who successfully finishes this will be promoted. The mission: find the traitor among the spies.

Angel & Agent

Getting away from the watchful eyes of the wedding planner had turned out to be more complicated than Jack expected. As soon as he came anywhere remotely close to the elevators, she would pop out of nowhere, hovering over his shoulder like a helicopter parent with the face and the demeanor of an angry hawk. In any case, he finally found his chance to slip through the back doors towards the staircase once she was caught up with a handful of guests.


Some peace and quiet at last. And his way up was secured, but his happiness was short-lived. He stopped in his tracks, one hand on the rail. A dark scene grew in his mind as he recalled following the elevator carrying One Shot and his girlfriend up, up, up. To the top floor. Craning his head upwards confirmed his fears: this was going to take a while. There was no end in sight.


Finally. Pushing the door to the top floor open was the last act of rebellion, anger boiling inside him. All this effort for one darn girlfriend of his competitor. This had better be worth it. He stepped out, taking a deep breath in to fill his exhausted lungs, and shaking out his legs. Now, where was she? He glanced around and felt his luck return as he laid eyes on his target across the hallway, leaning with one hand against the wall, weak and just waiting for him to take her. What are the chances! He could even get away through the staircase without anyone knowing, having just confirmed that no CCTVs had been installed in the emergency staircase.


He approached his target like a playful predator, enjoying the hunt without wanting it to end too early. But he was too late. No more than a few steps were between them when a door slammed against the wall down the hall - Jack flinched -, and a guy, dressed in a tuxedo, but wearing the expression of a general at war, stepped out and strode directly over to his target.


"We need to talk," he spat out before grabbing One Shot's girlfriend around her wrist and dragger her off right in front of his nose.


He passed by him, shoving an empty glass of champagne into Jack's automatic receptive hands, and gone...


Jack's mind went blank. But one thought remained. He needed to change his disguise. However, before any actions could follow up, another door opened up and a tall, slender but older woman stepped out in a majesty dress and locked eyes with him.


"Are you drinking on the job?!" She snapped impatiently with her fingers, "Come here, and make yourself useful."


Regardless, his chance would come. Sooner or later.


FINDING A WAY