Spying, 101 - Assassins, and Thief's, and Solders. Oh My! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/911541383-spying-101-assassins-and-thief%27s-and-solders-oh-my?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SarahRCubitt13 Spying. Most people hear the word and instantly picture trench coats, shadowy figures, and martinis, obviously shaken, not stirred. A life balanced between glamorous danger and soul-crushing solitude. They imagine coded messages, lonely hotel rooms, and high-stakes drama worthy of a blockbuster. But beneath all that, they believe spies are heroes-those rare souls who get the chance to make a difference. The ones saving the world once, twice, sometimes before Friday's second cup of coffee. Once upon a time, Agent Quinn H. Underwood believed that too. That belief-noble, if a little naïve-is what carried him through training, stakeouts, and years of The Agency's soul-numbing bureaucracy. He dreamed of mattering. Of changing the world. Of being the sort of spy who got mentioned in the top-secret files no one was meant to read. Instead, he's spent most of his career behind a desk, proofreading mission reports and wondering whether pencil-pushing counts as heroism. Then The Director calls him in. Offers him something new: his own team. Naturally, Quinn is thrilled. Until he hears the catch. His new team? A group of criminals and renegades. Each one with a unique skill set... and a moral compass that spins wildly in the presence of authority. The kind of people The Agency would never hire officially, but might just need when things go off the books. Operation S.C.A.R. was once just a rumour-an idea whispered by the elusive Agent Frost before she vanished. Now, it's real. And Quinn is the one expected to make it work. A thief with trust issues. A hacker with a grudge. A con artist who may have conned their way onto the team. And an explosives expert who thinks 'safety protocol' is more of a suggestion. Quinn wanted to save the world. He just didn't expect them to be his weapon of choice. Still, one thing's becoming painfully clear: No one can trust a criminal. But who said that was a bad thing?
