all of the spies are char's and all of the fbi agents are mine but you already know that because the only person that reads this is char. anyway sorry i made the FBI give all of them cool code names but i couldn't help myself.

"Hey, Smirnov. You sure you're not a Russian double agent?" Agent Allen walked over to Smirnov, waving a file with "CONFIDENTIAL" printed on it in red letters. Smirnov resisted the urge to hit Agent Allen, not only because it was a fucking rude thing to say, but because the joke was just getting old. However, Allen outranked him, and Agent Smirnov was nothing if not a professional. Instead, he took a deep breath and responded "...Yes. I'm pretty sure." Agent Allen smiled as if genuinely relieved the coworker he had known for years was actually loyal to the FBI. As if Smirnov hadn't risked his life for his country. "Good. Got a mission for you." He carelessly tossed the "CONFIDENTIAL" file at Smirnov, and walked into an empty meeting room. Smirnov flicked through the file, skimming the pages while following Allen. The words "espionage", "spy" and "Russian" stood out to him. Fucking Agent Allen.

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"Did you only give me this mission because I'm Russian?" Smirnov asked, looking up from the thousands of pieces of paper scattered across the table.
"For the sake of your ego, I'm not going to answer that." Agent Smirnov looked back down at the papers. "But you can speak Russian, right?"
"Yes. I can. It's on my resumé." Smirnov spoke slowly as if he was trying to explain metaphysical philosophy to a two-year-old child.

He looked through the file again, but stayed more analytical this time. Not only were these people spies and trained killers, but they were also ghost stories. There weren't even any clear photos of them, but there seemed to be four. They looked like a regular nuclear family. A mother, a father and two daughters.

The eldest girl had recognisable blue hair, but no other distinctive features. They called her "Phantom". The younger girl was blonde, and clearly not as well trained in combat as Phantom. They called her "Shadow", because she just seemed to follow her other family members. If anyone was getting a plea deal, it was her. The "mother" was named Halo by Agent Flores because she has "hair to die for". They named the father "Phoenix" because no matter what they did, he always came back somehow.

"You'll be working with me and Agent Flores." Smirnov didn't even look up, but smiled to himself, because Emilia Flores was always fun on missions. Agent Allen, however, was not. One step forward, three steps back.

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"Can you say "We're the FBI" in Russian?" Allen looked at Smirnov solemnly. "мы ФБР. But if they're spies, I would think they can speak English."
"You never know." Smirnov looked at Agent Flores, with an expression that said "is he fucking serious?" and Emilia smirked back. Agent Allen looked at him expectedly. "What?"
"Knock on the door."
"You outrank me. You knock the door."
"You speak Russian!"
"How is that relevant?"
"Play rock-paper-scissors for it. Or let me knock the door." Flores responded dryly.
"No, it's fine, Emilia. I'll do it." The other agent put her hands up in exaggerated innocence.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
No response.
The agents just looked at each other.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hello?"
No response.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
"This is the FBI. Open the door or we will have to use force."
No response.
Agent Flores kicked the door in.

"They're gone."
"I'm not surprised. You were pretty loud when you were arguing about who would knock on the door."
"Shut up. We have to search the place and call a forensics team."

"This just looks like a normal home." Emilia said, passing by a wall of family photos. There was a similar one in her own home. "God, they're just kids."
"Dangerous kids." Agent Allen corrected.
"Dangerous kids are still kids."

"While you two, search the place, I'll ask around. See if neighbours no everything." Agent Smirnov announced from the living room. Emilia looked at him, betrayed. He gave her the middle finger when Allen wasn't looking.

Felicity Valley, Missouri. Not exactly the place you would expect to find spies. Agent Smirnov looked around the street, where a small crowd had grown around the building. He approached a girl with curly dark blonde hair tied in a loose braid. She looked about 19. "Hello, I'm Special Agent Smirnov. I'm with the FBI. Do you know the family that lived here?"
"The Lewises? Yeah, of course-"
"She's not answering your questions." A black-haired guy interrupted her.
"Sorry, sir, but it's her choice. This information could really prove useful in an investigation-"
"No one wants to be involved in your investigation. Leave us out of it." The elder of the pair turned his back and directed both of them away from the Lewis household.

That weird, overprotective guy was right. No one in Felicity Valley really seemed to like law enforcement. Including the local police force, which was made up of two ridiculously incompetent idiots.

After a very long and very unhelpful day of questioning, Smirnov returned to the house with more questions than answers. "Find anything?" Agent Flores asked. Smirnov shook his head, and turned his focus towards the forensics team that was working away in the living room.

"They're ghost stories, remember?"