Love? What is love? Love is a drug that drags the less fortunate down to their deaths. Well that is what I believe, but what do I know. I am just a head strong CIA Agent that has been through more than anyone in their lives. I go solo. It is better that way. I don't believe in love as you can tell.

Being top agent in my agency is a heavy burden especially when your boss is out to get you. I swear he is out to get me with all these damn reports. Well after my mission from Paris I come back home to the states to only recieve another mission. I know what you're thinking. But you just got back! But I prefer it that way. I hate being left without doing nothing because I have to think about my past. All the events that made me into this today. 

The mission was to extract information from the top agent in our rival agency. The Agent's name is Lee Joon. My mission was to get close to him extract information of his agency from him then terminate him when I was done. It was an easy mission it would probably only take an easy of 5 months to get him to be head over heels for me. Well I thought it was an easy mission, but it was harder than I thought. 

For during the mission I had to be in war for my heart. On who will get it him or me? But I swore off love and any kind of fabric that has to do with it. I won't give it up even if it costs me my life.