Diana sighed as she looked at the computer screen before her, her mission folder to the left of her and in all honesty, she had no idea how she has gotten this time period. It wasn't a time that stuck out to her but that part wasn't part of her job. When she was assigned a time she went, just like her mother did before her. Looking at the fashions of the time, she couldn't help but cringe a little. Not exactly the style she was used to, but she wasn't going to let that deter her. She had never heard of the people she was suppose to watch and report on but after doing research on them she really didn't like the idea of being around them at all.

"Well, that looks interesting." Abigail, Diana's mother, said as she took a seat beside her daughter.

"I'm not sure I am the right agent for this mission mom, reading the rap sheet on this family, let's just say Santa will never see any of their names on the nice list." Diana sighed as she stretched her arms.

"Diana, you have dealt with crazier things then that, you have already been to the Salem witch Trials not to mention much of your life you were raised in Ancient Rome. You can't tell me a family of well whatever they are scare you." Abigail said trying to hype up her daughter.

"I'm not wearing a dress everyday, I swear I will have Fred put an illusion up or something." Diana said as she grabbed the folder on her desk. " 'Objective number one, keep an eye on Thomas aka Tommy Shelby, he is the leader of the group and the most dangerous.' This just keeps getting better and better."

"It's a simple watch and report, you aren't the only one too. You have Heather and Fran right there with you. Trust me, all you have to do is blend in." Abigail said as she wrapped her arm around her daughter and led her to the time room.

The machines were buzzing as the other two women in the room were getting ready. Heather was a very good objectives agent, once she has an objective it takes a lot to turn her away from it. Fran was a distraction and she was very good at that. Where as Diana was the brains. At least that is what she was lead to believe.

"Ladies, you know your targets, Heather you take John, Diana keep an eye on Tommy and Fran...well you have everyone else." Fred shrugs as he takes each of the to a tube. "Take a position, don't forget this is also the position you will land in ladies, you will arrive the day of Grace Shelby's funeral, blend in, you are a new family just arrived in Birmingham and the reason you arrived is for work, that's it. Come up with the rest as you go."

Abigail blew as kiss at her daughter, Diana smiled as she took her position. Closing her eyes she waited for the drop and it did not come too long after it. The wind went through her hair and once she felt the ground again she opened her eyes and there she was, in a back alley. Looking around she saw the town was...grungy...at least that was the nicest word she could think of.

"Better get to that funeral, to blend in we have to act like we cared." Heather said as she walked forward.

Shrugging, Diana looked down and saw she was dressed in a mid length tight black dress. Heather's was the same color but a bit more full from the hip down. Where as Fran, she was in a black dress that for Diana's mind showed too much. Rolling her eyes, she follow the other two to the graveyard. They stood in the back ground and watched as the funeral took place. The mourners were doing well in their task, the whole place was sad, as it should have been. Diana watched as the one she matched at Tommy Shelby picked up his son and held him close, any true interaction a father would have with his son.

Soon, the pack became less and less but Tommy stayed, having passed off his son to an older woman whom Diana identified as his aunt Pol. Of course he wanted to stay and have a private word, turning to take her leave she nearly walked into another man. He was taller and had odd marks on his face. This was Alife someone...the last name escaped her now.

"Watch it girl." He growled at her and if she had her taser on her she knew he would be on the ground and jumping like a fish out of water.

"Sorry sir." She apologized trying to use the accent she had been practicing for the last month.

Moving to the side, she looked up to the heavens and was silently cursing the person who stuck her in this time. Her boss. Groaning she walked a bit faster to a place called the Garrison, it was closed, she didn't want to go in though, she used this place as a meeting point for her team.

"Seems like she was shot at her wedding." Fran informed us.

"That's horrible, who would do such a thing?" Heather asked as she looked at Diana and Fran.

"Someone out for revenge or blood and obsessed with the same thing and then killed her in cold blood. Not that hard to figure out Heather." Diana sighed leaning against the wall.

"No one is safe around him...good luck Diana." Fran chuckled as she walked off.

Good luck? This guy was a walking time bomb, anyone with a good pair of eyes could tell that. Al the illegal things she had read he had done made her skin crawl. How did her mom get to meet all these good people and she got...this. Talk about not having the odds on her side.

"Don't worry Diana, we are here for you. Time to separate though, watch and report, don't interfere." Heather reminded her colleague before too walking away from her.

"Easier said then done." Diana sighed as she turned to walk away when she heard a sound from inside.

A loud crash made her look inside the window and saw a small light was being casted out by a large light coming from what looked like the back entrance. She watched as a man came inside, bottle in hand, then threw said bottle against the wall. It smashed, glass breaking everywhere as the man yelled out.

"I ALMOST HAD EVERYTHING!" the man screamed in anguish at what appeared to be no one.

Watch and report, she repeated that in her mind multiple times before her darn empath kicked in. Another lovely trait from her mother. Once at the back door she looked inside expecting to at least hear the man going on about his loss. She didn't and became concerned. Stepping around the broken glass, she barely ducked her head in the door when a hand grabbed the top of her dress and pulled her inside and then pushed her against the wall.

"You come to kill me?" the man asked, his breath wreaking of alcohol. "You missed me, got her but you just had to come back to finish the job."

His grin was one of a mad man as he looked her down. Paranoid would definitely be an understatement to this man. Sighing she grabbed his arm and twisted it to be behind his back and pushed him against the wall. Well so much for not interfering.

"No, I for one do not care who you are or what the hell you plan to do with your life. You lost someone, everyone does, death is a natural part of life even if it isn't planned. You can't expect the world to feel sorry for you due to that. People die every day, remember them as they were that's all you can do." Diana said in a thick accent just like his, she knew she had to at least convince him she was from this place.

"Kill me! Do it! Get it over with!" he yelled trying to break loose from her hold.

"Why? You have a son to live for, a son to raise to be better than you. That should be your whole reason for living." Diana said as she pushed him to the side.

This caused him to fall into a table and break it. Walking to stand above him, she looked down at the man. It was Thomas Shelby and a part of her was disgusted just looking at him. This was the man so many feared and yet drunk he was almost worthless to anyone, including himself.

"I suggest you sober up for your son Mr. Shelby, he needs you now more than every." Diana spoke softly and kindly as she turned to leave.

"Who the hell are you? You think you know me, you don't know shit." He commented as he groaned to sit up.

"I know more about you than anyone, sleep well sir."

Those were her last words as she walked out the door. Once she was out there stood her mother, arms crossed and not looking too happy about what had just happened between herself and the man she was ordered to watch like a hawk.

"New record, not even a full day Diana Aro. You have anything to say?" Abigail asked with a sigh.

"Is it too late to resign?"