Legendary

Summer Anton strode along the busy cobblestone sidewalk on a sunny Summer day, weaving her way through the mob to the alfresco espresso café Er Baretto. Outside, the tables appeared jammed. Travelers from all around were having a good time. Sporting tight jeans, a basic gray t-shirt, and a plain baseball hat. The CIA spy successfully fitted in with her surroundings. The agent instantly located an available table where a muscular-looking man in a black leather jacket sat. Summer approached the table and sat across from him. Her gaze darted across the place.

"You must be Summer," Alexander said, peering into her lovely eyes.

She stated this while smiling at him. I examined your dossier, Alexander Sebastian."You're an operative for the BND.

Alexander glanced over at her hip holster and spotted a Mark XIX Desert Eagle holster. Before inquiring. "On a date, you're usually well-prepared." What is the worst that might happen?

Her handler spoke via her earphone. "The target is twenty minutes away." MI6 is after the arms dealer and his client list."

Summer answered, "Copy that," as a server approached their table and requested an espresso.

Summer sprang off the table, knocking down the agent as the bullets whizzed through the air. She withdrew her pistol from her hip holster, cocked the hammer, and fired one shot. The bullet blasted out of the barrel at 1542 mph, striking through the metal on the motorcycle as it collided with vehicles.

The Russian assassin sprang to his feet, putting his ump to the ground, reaching into his stealth on his trousers, drawing out his blade as he dashed for her, lunging at her. The spy immediately slid her weapon back into her hip holster and spun around, throwing a round kick that knocked the assassin to the ground.

"Who ordered you to kill me?"Summer demanded, her voice fierce.

"I have no idea. I just got a message on my phone saying you had been ordered eliminated," the Russian whispered.

The spy ran her hand through her black hair, attempting to figure out who had ordered her elimination. There were several members of the Bratva and Sandino criminal families. Plus. The GRU, SVR, and maybe a Russian billionaire for whom she had done freelancing.. She swung her pistol and shot the assassin in the back of the head twice. Summer re-holstered her pistol in her hip holster.

"Damn Summer, we were supposed to be on a date here." "Your colleague Nicky put us together," Alexander stated nervously.

"Alexander, yes, were still on a date," the spy responded. But it doesn't mean I'm not on a clandestine mission. You should know that by now, right?

As they headed up the cobblestone walkway to her Safehouse. Summer took his hand in hers. The warmth of the sun felt lovely on her skin. Although it was difficult for her to acknowledge her love for him, she did. As soon as the sensor flashed green, Summer punched a code. She opened the door, grasped the handle, and went inside.  Alexander entered and looked around.