Description
He thinks he's the strategist. She thinks she's in charge. The universe thinks we're a joke. Look, we had a plan. It was solid. Mostly. Get in, get the drive, maybe break a few minor international laws, be back before third period. Easy. Except now everything's exploding - literally and emotionally - and the only thing holding us together is the fact that neither of us has time for a breakdown. We've got the gadgets, the combat training, and the top-secret clearance. What we don't have? Sleep. Sanity. Or any idea how this turned into a full-blown crisis. Also, there are... feelings. Which is great. Truly. Exactly what we needed mid-mission. But hey - we've survived worse. Probably.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
