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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

UTC+6 0714 PM                                                                                                                           


One Shot stared down at his open palm. It was faint, but still visible. Thin scars. From the time he met his first love. By now, even her memory had faded, only shards were remaining: her red hair like fire, her soft body warm to the touch, and her last words, cold like ice. Back then, she was a fleeting breeze, slipping through his fingers without being able to do anything about it. One encounter; then never to be seen again. He would not repeat the same mistake today. He raised his head and there she was, just a few feet away. He offered his hand.


"May I lead you back?" He asked. She took him up on it.


"Most certainly, my darling," she smiled. Together they cruised across the sea of people, back to their table.


"Would you like me to fetch you a drink?"


"Yes, please. If you find coffee, that'd be great. And some scones from the buffet, if you'd be so kind."


"Sure thing. I'll be right back with your order, my lady."


Angel snickered and pulled out her phone for a quick check. So far, so good. Someone sat down next to her.


"That was quick," she commented without looking up.


"Stay away from Alexander," Spencer hissed between his teeth.


"Didn't we have this conversation before? It seems so familiar. Oh no, wait, that was about your actual son."


"I'm serious. Stop loitering around him. If there is something you want; you talk to me. But stay the hell away from Alexander!"


"Hmm," Angel only muttered but let her phone slip back into her pocket to finally meet Spencer's determined eyes. There was pure rage in his expression. Clearly, he was serious. But the look in his eyes was beyond her expectation of opposition. It was…panic? But Spencer wouldn't panic. So maybe rage? Now that she had interfered with both of Spencer's proteges, his own son and his genius agent. "I refuse. You see, our relationship is built on mutual consent. And I don't want it to end yet. If you are so against it, you might have better luck trying your speech with your precious Alexander?"


"Oh you don't have to worry; I will talk to him also. The only thing I want you to comprehend is that if you continue to be in his presence, I will do everything within my power to make your life and work as miserable and meaningless as possible."


"My mistake; I thought you were doing your very best already to do exactly that."


His lip drew into an angry line, and the sound of teeth scratching over one another gave Angel goosebumps.


"Spencer, with all due respect, I think you are in my seat." One Shot smiled down at them both, one hand holding a cup of coffee; the other a plate filled with scones and tiny sandwiches.


"Right." Spencer stood up. One Shot placed the dish and coffee down in front of Angel.


"You." Spencer spat out. "Come with me."


"NOW!" Spencer marched off. One Shot looked down, tilting his head in confusion.


"He doesn't like us together. You know I have a past with his son. He never liked me, really. I suppose he wants to tell you to break up with me."


One Shot glance towards the stomping off Spencer. How surprisingly pointless and intrusive of him. He had never bothered to interfere in his private life before - if there ever was much of a private life to speak off. "I'll be back soon. Can you wait for me?"


"I'll wait, but the food won't," she grinned, "so hurry back."


"I will." He leaned down for a fleeting kiss on her cheek before heading out to follow Spencer.


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