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She had been desperate to prove herself back then. There had only been one female double-oh agent and she was determined to be the second. The head of MI6 was a woman so this should be the best time for her to give it a shot.
Another couple missions and she could formally apply for the double-oh track. Just a month of two more. Maybe less if this mission went well. The endorsement of a current double-oh spoke volumes.
She she followed the lead of 007, having his back even when it probably went against protocols. She swore she heard a grunt of approval over their comms when he saw the car she had stolen. She knew she didn’t imagine the feral grin when he was that she had kept up.
The terrain got in their way. She improvised. That was the very skill a double-oh was praised the most for. Or the most cursed for if you spent time in Q branch. She found a vantage point and set up. She would prove herself fit to be among their number.
“Take the shot.”
In an instant, it had all caught up to her. The margin of error was impossible small. She didn’t have the skill.
“Take the bloody shot!”
She had been so sure of her future until that twitch of her finger.