<span style="color: #FF0000">There were two kinds of spies, those who infiltrated the enemy, sneaking along shadowy corners and listening in to small bits of information. This type of spy didn't have a very long job, and were sent only for small reconnaissance missions to gather small bits of intel.<br/><br/>The other type of spy, however, was a far more permanent one. They did their fair share of sneaking, but they were not invisible to the enemy. In fact, the enemy had to believe that this person was on their side. There was a great deal of preparation needed for a mission like this. You had to fabricate a background, learn how to easily win the trust of others, and most importantly, always remembered who it is that you're really working for.<br/><br/>Fernando never forgot this, and he was a good spy. The job, however, had brought him little satisfaction as of late. He was tired of living among corruption and having to play along with it. Luckily, however, if reports from the Resistance were accurate, things may just be starting to take a turn. <br/><br/>In the government, he had the role of a guard. Having had the position for many years, he had been upgraded from a 10 mm handgun to a battle rifle, and to a fancy looking suit with dermal body armor hidden beneath it. Despite this, however, his favorite weapons were still the sniper rifle that he loyally carried strapped on to his back, and at times, the knife hidden within the compartments of his belt.<br/><br/>He was the weak link in the government base he protected, but he had to take great care that it did not appear so. Agents from the Resistance constantly slipped past him. Framing break ins on other guards was all part of the job he had to carry out. Usually this was a matter of killing a guard and making it look like the infiltration happened on his account. <br/><br/>This time was no different. It was a windy day, and his coat flapped a little in the wind. The coat, apart from weapons, hid a slim and tall body, but also well toned and muscular. He had short hair on the sides with a longer mohawk through the middle. His black hair was soft and waved a bit with the wind. The sunlight reflected on his light brown eyes, making them look brighter than they were. He was up on a watchtower, looking out at the horizon as the President's lying voice went on and on, when he saw the familiar signal that an infiltration was about to occur: a house in the valley beyond had a chimney that started to smoke. Not soon afterwards, a clad of cloaked soldiers went through the route that had been clearly outlined in his report. From his point in the tower, only he would be able to see the approaching soldiers.When they reached him, they went around the nearest few towers and took out the guards in each of them, silently.<br/><br/>This time was different, however, and he was not sure what exactly was happening. The procedure was automatic so there was few words exchanged between them, but there was more people than usual today. As they went down into the underground bunker, Fernando finally spoke.<br/><br/>"What are we doing down here?"<br/><br/>One of the men looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Well, our leader's down here?"<br/><br/>Fernando nearly stopped in his tracks with surprise, but continued walking and nodded to acknowledge the information. He didn't want to seem overly excited to the man, as they had probably seen Jayee many times, but being a spy he had never set eyes on her. When they finally reached her, Fernando had to hold back his surprise. She was both younger and far more attractive than he had imagined. Standing a bit to the side, he watched as they regrouped and then joined them at their tail as they headed out into the forest.<br/><br/>Once there, Fernando spoke to the man again, a bit bitterly this time. "So what now? Back to my post, to do the same shit the next day?"<br/><br/>The man took out a piece of paper and tossed it to Fernando, who took it and read it over.<br/><br/>"I'm... relieved of my post?"<br/><br/>"Yeah. You're going back to headquarters to receive a different assignment."<br/><br/>"Good, I was tired of being surrounded by all those fucking cynics," Fernando said, with a long sigh of relief. After so many years spent in the same location, he almost felt as if he could breathe freely again.</span>