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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

One Shot suppressed a yawn, standing incognito among the other dressed-up penguins along one side of the podium, opposed to the bride maids, dressed in rose-colored, medium-length, and overly plush dresses. The ceremony was proceeding smoothly, as it should. The host with owl glasses kept the crowd laughing and clapping, and the bride and groom were now in the middle of everyone's attention, with Joffrey reading off his essay of vows. He had completed his task like an overly-ambitious model student, coming back with a ten-pager when asked to write a paragraph over the weekend. After the first, One Shot had stopped listening. This…what should he call it? Romantic sentiments? They were too cheesy for his taste. As long as he made Jenny happy, he could care less to which star his love amounted to. Instead, he temporarily let his attention shift away, over to the guests.


Most of them were absorbed in the ceremony, leaning with friendly interest forward in their seats, or snuggling up against their partners, lingering in nostalgic memories of lovely moments; he caught a few children staring longingly at the snacks piled on the buffets. More than one nationality was present, but among the foreigners, there were mostly young adults, some with children. And then there was Spencer, similar to the other children, he was showing more of a sneaky expression as he took a peek at his phone just before it was snatched away by long, ringed fingers, coming down like the claws of an eagle. Mrs. Thorne in slow motion put the phone beyond her ex-husband's reach within her own purse, all the while glaring poisonous daggers into his protesting face. Oh well, not his problem. His eyes continued to wander until they found whom he was looking for.


There she was. She had her legs crossed, one of her slender feet protruding from her dress, revealing slick black heels. Her leg invitingly smooth, until the dress covered her tighs again. The dress fit tightly around her waist, perfect to sneak around it and pull her close. Her chest overwhelmed the dress and rested on one arm over the table. The sight triggered a faint auditory memory in him.


It was already a few years back when he had just returned from jogging outside and as always let the voice messages play on loudspeaker through. Like every day, Jenny has left her diary entry there that day as well, pouring out her concerns immediately after the greeting, "Hey brother! So you know how, well, there are images we have to live up to? I don't feel like I can quite live up to them. I mean, I think I'm okay, but, who knows? When I think of how a woman should look like…Angel is the one that comes to mind. She's perfect and everyone knows it! But…today I actually reconsidered a bit.  You see, even Angel has problems. She might even need to get surgery. You see, she has a lot of pains, particularly in her back and shoulders. Every single day! She even needs to go to specialty stores to get stuff custom-made for her... Most stores simply don't have bras size H." He remembered how he spat out the water he had just taken from a bottle that moment. So Angel had considered getting breast reduction surgery. Now, he was wondering. Did she get it? They still looked pretty big even from this distance.


Something else caught his eyes. The arms that framed her chest led up to her face resting in one of her palms. And the corner of her mouth pulled up before her lips parted in a most auspicious manner and formed into a perfect, mocking smile. Then her lips moved again to form one word: Alex. He froze before daring to lift his gaze to look into her eyes. With a grin, she tilted her head over to the podium where it was now Jenny's turn to speak her vows. He nodded. Fine, Angel wanted him to focus. She was right. But god, it was so easy to become distracted with her around.


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