#v:spy

The mission was simple enough. He had been ordered to break into the offices of a new tech company and steal their new designs. Clint didn’t know what the files were for and he didn’t care. The orders were from his handler Agent Phil Coulson, the man who had recruited him. When Coulson was involved with the mission, Clint didn’t find it necessary to ask too many questions. Coulson was an honest man, a good man and one of the few men that Clint trusted with every fiber of his being. Coulson had recruited him when he was twenty, and even though he had only known the man for four years, he already felt closer to him than he did his own father. Clint made all the necessary preparations, grabbed his bow, and made his way to the target. 

The security aspects of this job were simple enough. Since it was still such a new company, there were no guards, just a fairly high-tech security system that would be easy enough to override with the right tools, which he had. After overriding the alarm system, he made his way quietly to the back entrance and picked the lock to enter the building. Once he was in, Clint listened to make sure he was alone and that he hadn’t tripped any alarms he might not have known about. After listening for a few seconds, Clint was satisfied with what he heard and made his way to the eighteenth floor. As he made his way up the stairs, Clint couldn't help but wonder why his missions always had him going up countless flights of stairs. Once he was on the right floor, Clint went from office to office looking for the right computer. That was the thing about intel, you never had enough. It wasn’t always as easy as the movies made it out to be. You didn’t always automatically know which computer it was you needed to search, and after six of the wrong computers he finally found the one he was looking for.