Clara felt like a child waiting outside the headteacher's office, along with fellow mischief makers as Rose and Joe sat next to her. They were sat in chairs opposite and facing their mission controllers office.

While She sat, sipping her coffee, Clara couldn't help but try and piece together what exactly had happened the night before. She started with seeing the list, to then saving 50 cent from dying, watching Eric choke instead, to then finding the list had been stolen.

The worst part to her about it all was that she was 100% sure the reason that the list was stolen was that it was her fault. It was even worse than the fact she could only remember the first three names on the list. Two if she didn't include the person she'd saved that night.

''Well don't you three look cheery this morning,'' all of them had heard the door open, but they felt too much like failures to stand up. So instead they'd each held their heads down in shame and waited for the lecture they were going to get from their superior officer.

''Don't just sit there, come on in. There are some things we need to discuss in preparation for your next assignments,'' Clara looked up and was met with the back of the tall blonde as she walked back into her office, her black pattent heels clacking against the wooden flooring.

''Next assignment?'' the words rolled out of Joe's mouth as if it was something he'd never heard before.

Although Clara couldn't deny that she was just as confused as he was. The look of pure shock on Rose's face also reflected the whole trio's feelings towards what they had been told.

''It's probably a basic one, you know before they decide if they wanna demote us back down to desk work,'' Clara suggested, shrugging her shoulders as the two turned simultaneously to look at her, ''what?'' She then questioned, ignoring their worried looks.

There was no, however. reply from them as she flung her empty coffee cup into the nearest bin, before then leading Joe and Rose into the office. Looks of fear across their faces as they mauled over what Clara had just said.

''Take a seat, make yourself comfortable,'' Miranda Jenson, smiled at each of them in turn as she gestured towards the three leather wheeled chairs that sat in front of her desk. They complied silently, Clara took the seat in the middle, leaving Joe on her right and Rose on her left. Miranda stayed standing, her back to them overlooking the River Thames.

''We're sorry. If you're going to blame anyone make it me. I was to slow and...''

''Oh be quiet Agent Taylors. In your eyes, you may have seen that what happened last night was a failure, which is a very pessimistic view. I, however, am not as negative as you. To me, the mission was a success.''

''How?'' Joe cut in, causing Miranda to turn around and give him a cold hard stare. He took it as a sign to not disrupt her again and apologised, keeping his head low and avoiding eye contact.

''The mission was a success because you took care of the target. All three of you completed the task that was given to you. So I don't want to hear any more sorry's or blame me's. Neither do I want to see glum, straight, sad faces or heads bowed in shame because for god's sake you look like three toddlers caught with your hands in the cookie jar,'' at her words, all three people who were in the room changed their postures. They'd sat up straighter and all, apart from Joe, looked her in the eye. If the director didn't think they had failed, then they knew they were still going to be agents.

''Can I ask why you wanted to see us, Ma'am,'' Clara was the only brave one in the room to speak, since a small silence filtered across the room, while Miranda posited herself into her chair. Her elbows resting on the desk so she now sat directly opposite her three agents.

''I called you three here because you're mission has not quite ended yet. We still have the case of the missing list and only three names that could help us. So I have decided to put all three of you on an undercover assignment each, corresponding to the names on the list,'' Miranda explained and Clara's eyes widened, she'd never gone on a solo assignment before, she'd always be paired up with someone. To her, what Miranda had said was a big step in her career since only high ranking individuals went on solo undercover missions.

The three stayed silent, watching intently while Miranda reached down to unlock one of her desk draws, with her thumbprint. Not one of them moved, instead, they stared down at the table, where three cream files had been placed, each one adorned with one of their names; Joe Standle, Rose Stark and Clara Taylors. Stamped haphazardly across each of the files were the words Top Secret.  in bold, red letters. However, it was the label given to the file that didn't fail to catch Clara's eye: Project Shady.

''Each one of you have been given positions, that will allow you to be near your given person near enough twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. There will, of course, be some exceptions, but they will never be away from your eye a week,'' all three nodded a long, hanging intently onto every word she said, not wanting to miss a single important detail.

The first file on the table she pushed towards Joe and gestured for him to take and open it. Clara could see from his face that he was perhaps a little too excited about the person from the list he'd received.

''Joe you will the new head of Andre's security team. This will allow you to keep him in your sights as well as those around him. It will also allow you to spot anything or anyone suspicious,'' Joe nodded and she let him flick his way through the file.

The next file, Miranda handed to was Rose. She, however, looked a lot more unimpressed than Joe had. Upon opening the first page, it was easy to see her face drop in slight disappointment, although Clara wasn't sure what her fellow agent had been expecting.

''Rose you will be an accountant, tour slash event manager for Curtis. I'm sure with your computer skills, it shouldn't be a problem,'' Rose nodded, skimming over the file, not evidently as excitedly as Joe had been. Clara could literally feel his wide smile at the same time as feeling Rose's unamused one.

''Which just leaves you Taylors. Marshall Mathers's Personal assistant.''

''I'm sorry what?'' Clara blurted out, not exactly sure she'd heard her right.

''I said you'll be Mr Marthers's personal assistant,'' Miranda repeated, trying to get Clara to take the file from her, but the green-eyed woman didn't move an inch towards it, ''Clara just take the file.''

''Why in the world would Eminem want a Person assistant. I think he's done pretty well without one these past years,'' she protested, although she didn't know why she was trying, it wasn't like Miranda was going to change her cover just like that.

''Someone may have convinced Mr Rosenberg of the benefits. Now take the file, read it tonight as well as packing your bags, because you will all be in your locations by tomorrow evening,'' rather reluctantly Clara took the file from Miranda's hand opening it to the first page.

Name: Marshall Bruce Mathers III
Date of birth: 17/10/1972
Girlfriend/Fiance/Spouse: N/A
Children: Alaina Marie Mathers, Hailie Jade Scot, Whitney Scott Mathers.
Location: Deriot Michigan
Occupation: American rapper
Mission: Keep alive at all costs

I have a feeling the last names for the girls are wrong, but I did use Wikipedia so 😂 and thanks for the comments and votes so far💕