Missiles & Magic

If you ask Risa, she will tell you it's easy. It's a job. In case you need a job desperately, you take anything. Almost.
She was offered the job. She took it. Something needs to pay the rent, right?
She had no idea how They could know she can read magic.
Oh well. She will tread carefully.
If you ask Galilhai, there is much more in becoming an agent. It's not a job. It's a lifestyle.
Too bad sometimes you just need more people. You take them wherever you can find them.
The newbie has a long way to go.

So, my first mission with the Raven himself, Duckling thought.
This was supposed to be easy. Following a small package to make sure it got to the right person.
Such strong magic.
It led them. For Duckling it was a shining path.
Thorne followed her.
A bad luck, nothing else. Who would think the magic is that strong... to wake up the dragon?
A flame. The courier was gone, the package dropped.
They ran, as fast as they could. The flame followed them.
As fast as they could...
He made it.
She was too slow.
The funeral was close casket.

Maddie looked from the bridge towards Horse Guards' Parade, enjoying last moments of peace before plunging into a mission. This time without her partner Thorne.
She ate waffles, throwing pieces down to the ducks.
“Control, this is Lioness, code *5GreenΦ, last contact. All clear. Confirm Sunflare parameters are unchanged.”
Thorne's voice replied:
“Lioness, Control. Acknowledging. Sunflare is go. Further contact as per briefing.”
“Understood, Raven,” she broke protocol. “Anything you'd want from London?”
“You - back in one piece, Lioness. Control out.”
The comm went dead.
“Be careful,” she whispered, tossing the last - enchanted - blackberry to waiting beaks and walking away.