Staying focused

For claritys sake, Sparrow will be refered to as Beverly and use she/her pronouns. With that out of the way lets continue the story :)

Closing her eyes, Beverly took a deep breath and dug deep through her memories.

She remembered the cold, sharp air that stung her lungs as she trekked the frozen mountainside. She remebered tracking her target to a remote village in the Himalayas. She couldn't exactly remember what her target did, only the fact that she hated the mission due to the location. The long hours, the soul leeching cold and endless uphill trek. What she remembered hating the most was the bland rubbery rations she had to eat everyday.

She grimaced as she recalled the icy cold, and even shivered a bit from the memory. She still doesn't know why they didn't call a different agent to handle it, but since they said they need a pro, she figured they were ****. A smug smile appeared as she opened her eyes and whispered to herself.

"Well if they needed the best, I guess I can't blame them, even if I did almost die from frostbite..."

Managing to calm herself down, Beverly grabbed the box of toys and shoved them in the closet. With a clear head, Beverley headed downstairs to see the couple, who were standing at the door. Brenda spotted her and waved.

"Beverley dear, we would love to help you finish unpacking but we must get going. Its late and we both have work in the morning."

Reaching the couple, Beverley smiles and responds.

"Thank you so much for your help today! I really appreciate it! As for the rest of the boxes, don't you worry about it, I can handle the rest."

Extending her hand, Brenda and Todd both shook her hand. Beverly saw the two off, noticing Todd locking eyes with her tits.

As she closed the door, she let out a huge sigh. She recalled Todds eyes scanning her body and shivered.

"Is it really that noticeable when a guy looks at a girls tits?"

Beverly sat down on the couch that had been moved into the center of the living room. Quickly checking if her blinds were closed, Beverley took out a seemingly normal picture of her "family". Turning off the lights, and reaching into a suitcase, she pulled out a flashlight and flicked it on.

Instead of the normal yellowish light, a purple bluish light shone onto the picture revealing a map of the neighborhood sewer system. It was

"Hmm, looks like all the houses, aside from Weathers, have a small reservoir underneath the house. Weathers has... nothing?"

Beverly turned the picture over and shone the UV light around, hoping to find something but nothing. Letting out a cutesy huff, she pulled out another picture and did the same, before switching to another picture and then another. She went through 9 pictures before stopping. Each hidden document contained everything she already had, yet nothing about Weathers.

Clicking her tongue, she pushed the pictures away and sighed.

"What the hell. Everything surrounding Weathers is gone. No construction plans, no contracts, not even a receipt or even a complaint!"

She laid back on the couch, and out of habit, absent-mindedly reachd for a pack of cigarettes that she usually kept in her chest pocket, before remembering her current situation.

"Right. Beverly doesn't smoke. She does yoga to to clear her mind or watches a nice romantic movie..." she said mockingly.

Luckily, before he left, Todd managed to set up the tv. With nothing to do, and exhausted from her rollercoaster of day, Beverley switches it on and flips through various streaming services. She landed on Netflix and decided to watch a spy movie.

At that moment, she realized something.

"It's actually been awhile since I've actuallly had a chance to relax. Maybe this isn't too bad..."

She shifted around, noticing how her chest swayed and jiggled with each movement.

"...or maybe not."

Sighing and attemping to get comfortable, Beverley played the movie. After an hour into the movie, she slowly fell asleep. To her surpise, this would be the first time she had a decent nights sleep on a mission other then the ground and without the fear of being killed.

Letting out a girlish giggle, Beverly drifted into her much needed sleep.

Elsewhere, in a familiar bunker sat a lone woman, watching multiple moniters. Each moniter viewing the interior and exterior of a familiar house. On the main moniter, was a beautiful sleeping women.

The girl grinned and turned around in her chair. Standing in the shadows was another women. Although not as curvaceous as the one on the moniter, she could still garner attention. Her soft, yet hardened voice echoed throughout the bunker.

"I can't believe it, Robin."

The girl burst into laughter. Her childlike laugh bounced around the bunker as she kicked her legs and held her sides. Tears formed in her eyes as she stifled her laughter.

"Me either Snow!"

Wiping away her tears, Robin kicked her feet up on the desk and leaned back in her chair.

"This is going to be fun!"

Both of the spies watched the sleeping beauty as she slept. A childlike laugh and a reserved laugh mixed togther as the night marched on.