"This is the President informing you that Congress has passed the bill and we are going to war. It is being announced on television and radio stations right now. I need your choice for a partner," He says. "Elliot Foster." I say. "Got it. Can you two come by the White House tomorrow at eight?" The President asks. "Yes," I say.

It's settled then, we're going to war. And I'm not sure if I'm happy about it.

It's the next morning and it sucks. I have to go to work and then go to a mandatory training after. Bleh.

I walk down the stairs and the barista from last night smiles at me, "Hey, super hero." I laugh, "Hey, Katrina." She gasps, "How'd you learn my name? My name tag says Kat." I look at her apron, her name badge says Kat. I shrug, "The power of the internet. And spy skills." He leans over the bar, "So you are a spy?" I shake my head, "Never said that." I just walk to the door, leaving her behind.

I walk down the street, I don't feel like driving today. I'll take the Metro. A man from behind me yells, "Pink top, nice ass!" The girl next to me is wearing a pink top, not me. I just keep walking. He runs up to her, "Hey, pretty baby what's your name?" She keeps walking, "Don't follow me." He doesn't listen, "Why not? I just want to get to know you." I can't take it, "Listen up, Mister. She said leave her alone, so leave her alone." He doesn't take it well. "What are you going to do, blondie?" He says. "You'll see." I say. He keeps talking to the girl, "You trying to play "hard to get?" Or something?" She ignores him. "Stop talking to me." She says. "C'mon I know you want me,"
He says. "I sure as heck don't so get flock away from me." He just keeps following her, I have to do something. "Sir, leave her alone. I will have you arrested if you don't. Miss, would you press harassment charges?" I say. "I would." She says. He rolls his eyes, "Don't play hard to get ladies." He reaches for my hand by I grab his wrist and push him against the wall. I take the cuffs from my jacket and handcuff him. "Oh, you're this kind of girl...couldn't you have waited until we got to my room?" He asks. "How stupid are you? You are under arrest for the harassment of this girl and disobeying the orders of a federal officer." I say. "Federal officer? What the hell?" He says. A uniform taps my shoulder, "Unlock him. I've got it from here, I just need you two fill out a form and I need your badge." I release him and fill out the form.

"Aren't you the girl who saved that coffee shop?" He says. "Yeah? Do I know you?" I ask. "I just watched, but you are amazing." He says. The girl stares at me, "So are you just a professional superhero or something?" I shrug, "Something like that."

It already been an eventful morning and I arrive at work to find a dead body. Yeah, a dead body. Or, I think it's a dead body. I walk up to it, kinda scared. Elliot isn't here yet. The girl is face down, so I flip her over. There is a very clean bullet mark straight in her forehead. It's Maeve. I pull gun, her body is still warm. The main door opens, I swing around. The figure puts his hands up. It's Elliot. "What the hell Savannah?" He says. "Maeve has a perfect shot in her head. Her body is still warm and bleeding out, pull out your gun." I say. "Oh, that's why there's a dead body in the floor." He says more casually than he probably should have.

    A bullet fires from my right. I fire at the sound. Elliot does too. It's quiet, so I creep towards the sound. I open the door and see it. "Oh shit." I say. Elliot stares, "Uh, we have a problem." In front of us lies a very dead and armed Andy. He has a shot in the head, one in the neck, and one in the ribs. Another shot goes off behind us. I drop to the floor, pulling Elliot with me. "What the hell going on?" I say. He stands, gun in hand, "I love you, Savannah," and marches out of the office. I follow, watching where he can't see.

    Three swat team members run in, "Go!" I run behind one, Elliot chooses another. They fire in all different directions. I don't know what's happening. A SWAT soldier rushes me out of the room where I see Elliot getting pulled by suited guys. I'm pushed along too. "There is an emergency shooter, you may be the target. Follow me to a secure location."

I walk into the cellar and sit next to Elliot. I can hear gunfire until he closes the door. "What happened?" Elliot asks me. "I don't know, but we're in a cellar, so something happened." I say. He pulls me closer, "It's cold in here." The left door swishes open. The President, Vice President, First Lady, several members of the White House staff, and James enter. "Savannah, how we just keep running into each other." He says. I smile, "Yeah, weird." James sits down next to me, "Is that your boyfriend?" I nod, "Yeah, Elliot this is James, an old friend from Secondary School. James, this is my boyfriend and partner, Elliot." Elliot sits up, "Hi." The First Lady paces, "What's going? And who are half of you?" The President introduces me and makes it clear that no one knows what's going on. In the last hour a bomb at the Marie Corps training facility at Parris Island, SC went off, there was an active shooter where we work and at the White House, the power went out completely at the Pentagon, the House of Congress was set on fire, six military bases were bombed and seven planes have crashed. The US is in panic mode.

I explain what I think is going on, "Look, it looks like North Korea is pissed at us for declaring war. If it wasn't them, somebody is on North Korea's side and is making it very clear to us." The President looks up, "Are you suggesting that we just started World War Three?" I nod, "If this is World War Three, nuclear warfare is bound to happened and humanity is gone." In that bunker in those scary hours, we knew what was to come. It wasn't going to be pretty.

In those hours we got to know each other. "Savannah, did you lose your British accent?" James asked me. "No, I suppose I can talk like it now. It's not like any of you will tell anyone." I say, Britishly. The First Lady is pretty nice, "So, the best agent in the world? How does that feel?" It's empowering, "Pretty good." We'll be good friends. There's the President, he's a wuss. He was high-key panicking the whole time. "Dude, loosen up. We will be fine." I say. He paces, "No, we won't. The world is in danger." I roll my eyes, "Just don't have a heart attack, big guy." He frowns.

I sit back down next to Elliot, "Hey." He puts his arm around me, "So, James?" I laugh, "Yeah, haven't seen him in a few years, he's way older, because I skipped grades and such." He nods, "I love you." I smile, "I love you too." A chorus of awwww's erupt from the woman chatting across from us. I just laugh. "Elliot, we need to go back out there. If we are the best agents in the world, then why aren't we out there fighting?" I say. He sits up, "You have a point." I stand up, "Let us out of here." Everyone gasps, "What?" Elliot stands with me, "If we are the best agents then why aren't we fighting?" He doesn't answer. There is no answer.

The doors swish open, "Don't get yourselves killed," the President says. We walk out the door, making no promises. Because, in life, you shouldn't promise anything. I've made them and regretted them. I promised Belle that we'd be okay, that we'd make it through together. That I'd protect her. I didn't, I broke that promise and I'll hate myself forever for it.

       I'm taken by a soldier to the FBI headquarters. We walk into the doors and everyone rises. "What's going on?" I ask. The woman in front of me speaks, "You are respected here. You brave souls. They need you in conference room 112." I walk down the hall labeled "100-120." I open the door to 112, the old man sitting at the table's head, looks up and whispers, "The CIA."  I shut the door, "What's going on? Catch me up." He stares at me, "Miss, we are under the worlds greatest attack. Seven planes were hijacked, twelve major shooting, four minor ones, three suicide bombs, four bombs dropped by planes, eight miscellaneous terrorist attacks and four riots had happened in the past three hours plus everything you were briefed about in the bunker. It's not stopping either." I look at Elliot, who is just as horrified as I am.