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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

"Suzi!" Another girl's voice echoed over the halls. A teenager this time. "I told you not to talk to strangers!" She stamped over from the restrooms, snatched the phone from the young girl's hand and added, "and you are not allowed to use my phone without my permission!"

"My sis," the young girl explained to One Shot. He simply rose up and nodded.

The sister in question glared at him suspiciously. "What do you want from my sister?"

One Shot put up his hands in defense, "Nothing."

"He gave me a cloak of invisibility!" The young girl announced proudly.

The teenage girl snapped, "There's no such thing, now come along back to the hall." And together these two marched off. One Shot dropped his hands. These two clearly were from another country, and even the way they dressed looked like the traditional Kimono style dresses. Quite cute – at least the younger one. Just before they disappeared behind the hall door, the older one turned back to glance at him. Somewhat suspiciously. He gave his best shot at an innocent smile. She glared back and whirled back around.

One Shot couldn't help but chuckle. Those two were certainly adorable. And the way the older one walked away so decisively...somehow...reminded him...but of what?

A heavy sensation settled in his chest, as if an invisible weight pressed down on his ribcage. His heart, once steady, began to race erratically, its pounding echoing in his ears like a relentless drumbeat. His breathing quickened, each inhalation becoming shallower and more labored, while his throat tightened, making it nearly impossible to swallow. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his palms clammy and trembling. The world around him seemed to blur and distort, as if he were trapped in a nightmare, with the walls closing in and the ground shifting beneath his feet. Panic tightened its grip, and as his vision tunneled, the realisation hit him. He was on the brink of an overwhelming storm of fear and helplessness - his first panic attack.

Before another rational thought could cross his mind, his knees gave out.

Angel stepped out of the hall as soon as her speech was finished. She was done with people staring at her and needed a breather. Her steps took her towards the entrance, but made an abrupt stop when her eyes caught a strange scene towards the foyer wall.

"Alex?" she asked as she approached the man sunk towards the floor, leaning weakly against the wall. It was him, but there was no response except for the heavy breathing. She crouched down and swiftly tilted his head up to face her. His eyes were unable to focus, sweat made his face and neck glistening. When she went to test his pulse, his body was shaking.

"It's alright," she repeated several times, leaning forward to wrap her arms around him. Her forehead touching his. "You're safe." Even though she insisted on this, she knew something was very wrong. There was no record of the agent ever having have had a mental or physical condition that would lead to this circumstance. Either this was truly a first case of a panic attack for him due his past or something in his records was falsified. And whatever case turned out to be true, she would find out.

Falling Apart