The Mission:

Heya Everyone!

This chapter is Jester-dies-laughing approved! Aka, my beta reader likes it! So I hope you all do as well. It was a little bit of a challenge to do, but apparently, I pulled it off!

Enjoy!

It was one of the simplest missions they’d ever been given, but it was the hardest. Faced with conditions they’d never seen before. It would test them, force them to their very limits of strength and endurance. Not that you’d think that from the briefing they’d been given.

The pair were the best of the best, always in high demand due to the efficiency and quality of their work. Their handlers were in charge of choosing which missions they took, and which were delegated to other members within the organisation.

She handled the finer side of things, taking great care of the intricate little details. Whereas he lived for the bigger picture, taking a step back to see everything. His weaknesses were her strengths, her weaknesses were his strengths. They complemented each other perfectly and had since the moment their rival agencies had offered them the exact same job. Since they were forced to work together.

Everyone always just pretends that it was smooth sailing from the start. It’s easier that way, to forget the screaming matches that could have been heard miles away. The friction that accompanied the first few times they’d been forced to work together to meet the same end. Each doing it ‘wrong’ according to the other.

It was much easier just to remember the day they officially started working together, that he left his agency for hers. They never asked for help, never needed assistance. They were stronger together, anyone else would ruin their patterns and methods. They'd been forced to try it once, to work with a bigger group to get a much larger job done. It hadn't ended well, the pair getting rid of everyone else until they were the only ones left to complete the task, earning a reputation around the agency. They were the elite, they worked alone, and no one messed with their assignments.

But today, today was different. He broke first, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the simple task they'd been assigned. She was forced to swallow her pride, admit that they would be forced into their first defeat and beg more help from anyone willing to listen. It was sheer bad luck that everyone else was on assignments of their own. That every single person the agency had was busy.

They were left, with only each other, facing an enormous task. Unable to see how they could accomplish it. They were used to impossible tasks with improbable odds, but this was different. It was the easiest mission yet, not one they'd usually be assigned. One that had stumped them where they stood and left them staring up at the top of the building.

All they had was each other, their supplies and one burning question.

How the flying fuck were they supposed to clean an entire mansion in an hour?