"Finn! If you don't have that bloody article done and on my desk by 2 pm this afternoon, your ass is mine!" yelled Finn's editor as he slams his door to the office.

Finn sighed and laid his head on the desk and thought "This job is stupid. Why am I even here? I am working at the most prestigious newspaper in all of Britain, and I hate it."

He heard the door open and jumps up to type and finish his article. As the day goes by, he looks through the photos he took while he was in America at a hotel grand opening. He looked at the woman in the photo and kept wondering has he seen her before. He knew from the speeches that she was Aislinn Windsor, co owner of the IRE hotels. But who she was beneath that title he wanted and needed to know. As he heard his phone in his pocket beeps, he pulls it out and sees that Shannon is calling. He knew it was going to be a fun undercover job.

"Shannon! Long time no talk. How's my favorite bartender?"

"Finn! Oi, I am doing alright. Been busy stocking up the new brews.. Where are ya?"

"What new brews? I'd so go for one right now.. Sighs.."

"It's called Dragon Soop. Nice brew and already a favorite of mine. Listen, I didn't call to chat about brews, I called cause I got a brief to give you. Can you be on the next flight?"

"Yes, ma'am. I can do that. The usual pub I presume?"

"Yes."

"Alright see you then, mate."

"See ya, Galloway."

Finn picked up his bag and put all his articles and photos in it, and walked out the door with the editor screaming at him and Finn giving him a big middle finger in the air as the door closed behind him.

Pilot's voice comes over the intercom, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we have touched down in Edinburgh. Please sit tight as we land."

Finn looks out through the window and sees Edinburgh in all her glory.

He mumbles "I used to love this place".

This city is where he grew up and had a good childhood. He frowns at the memory of seeing his mother and father murdered in his family home. Both had one gunshot to their hearts. He didn't understand why it happened. They were good people, both had a good standing with the law. His father worked with the prime minister, and his mother worked with a law firm that is branched from the one in America. He zoned out and goes back to that time..

"Finnegan! Come downstairs love! Dinner is ready!" shouts his mom.

Finn runs downstairs excited about his birthday dinner. I was so excited to be turning 15.. I thought it was the best age ever. But for what happened, it was the worst age to be for me. As I get downstairs, my father and mother was waiting for me at the table. They had gifts and my favorite dinner on the table.

"Happy birthday son!" my father exclaimed.

"Happy birthday, my dear boy!" my mother hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.

If I had a time travel and camera during this time, I'd take this photo of my parents holding each other and grinning at me. If I hadn't wanted to go over to my friend's house to show him my new gift I got, I would still be able to see my parents. But no, when I came back, my home was surrounded by yellow tape and I saw my mother and father in an opened body bag with blood everywhere. I yelled and screamed at them to come back but they didn't. They just didn't move. As a police officer walked me out crying, I looked at my parents one last time and just remembered the smiles they had earlier on the night. As I got older I went from foster homes all over Edinburgh seeking trouble wherever I went. As soon as I turned 18, I moved to England, where I reside now in London. To this day, their smiles still haunt me as my thirst for revenge gets stronger.

"Excuse me sir? The plane has landed and you are free to get off."

The plane attendant taps my shoulder getting me out of my daze.

"Oh, I am sorry ma'am, I was just in another world." I flashed my famous smile that woos women everywhere. The plane attendant blushes and I walk off of the plane as she is admiring my backside view.

"To the Kings Arms pub, please mate"

I arrived at the pub and get my luggage, and walked into the old bar. My mate, Shannon, who I have known for a few years owned this pub. She's the kind of woman no one really messes with, has a past that she won't tell anyone given her profession. Her faithful companion is Max, a huge Shetland sheepdog. I walk into the pub and Max runs up to me and jumps and barks at me.

"Hey there, Maxxie! How's the lady treating ya?"

I pet him and hears Shannon calls him,

"Max, get over here and stop bugging the poor man."
I walk up and grinned to see Shannon behind the bar. Shannon is a foot shorter than me, stocky in my terms since she throws grown men out of her bar, and with sandy brown hair swept back and short on the sides. I see she's cleaning up the beer glasses before the next round of customers come in.

"Finn! How are you, mate? Been a bit since I've seen ya."

"Aye, I am well. I've been a bit here and there. Went to America and came back the other day to London."

"What's in America?" Shannon asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

" You know damn well what about. You're the one that sent me there and with no objective."

"Oh shut it, Finn. Come on, let's talk somewhere private."

Shannon yells into the back to get the other bartender to watch the front and walks out and goes to her office which has a hidden door to the basement. I follow her as usual and goes down the steps into her basement. It looks empty with a few kegs and boxes around, but as she presses a small stone shaped as a button into the wall, the doors open to the elevator that takes us to two stories of the secret service for the United Kingdom.

Elevator chimed open showing to operation room of MI6.

An agent comes up to us and states,

"Welcome back, Agent Stewart and Galloway. Your office is ready for the brief, madam."

Shannon smirks and says, "This job will never get old. To my office, shall we?"

I shook my head,

"Let's go, Agent Stewart. To your office."