"I've been hearing symphonies. Before I heard the silence."

New York was her dream. Natasha was really happy to step outside the airport. The tall sky scrapers were her centre of attention. It was her first time in New York after having pursued the degree in Criminal Psychology she was determined to join CIA. She also was a black belt in martial arts. The only thing she needed to learn was how to use a gun.

She originally belonged to Kashmir although she was born in Boston and spent her life there with her mother she used to visit Kashmir with her father during holidays. Her father was originally from Kashmir and her mother was an American and lived in Boston . They had been separated but both of them had made her their first priority and gave her their full attention towards her and that is why she was always confident and sucessful throughout her academic career.

She was a mix of both her father and mother. 5 feet 5 inch tall. Beautiful hazel eyes and pinkish white complexion with dark brown hairs. On top of that the mole on her upper lip was her accessory who made her even more beautiful.

"Wow!" She uttered as she came outside JFK airport to get herself a taxi.

She had already booked a dorm room in a girl's hostel in Brooklyn. Although she wanted to live in Manhatten but it wasn't affordable for her. Moreover she will need friends who will guide her in New York and for this purpose girl's hostel was the best choice.

She whistled towards a taxi.

The taxi stopped and she put her lugguage in the trunk. The taxi driver was an old man and he told her about the pubs, clubs and the places to visit in NewYork all through her journey. She had already told him about the hostel she was going to spend her days in.

It was a 30 minute ride to brooklyn. She reached her hostel.

"Thankyou!" She greeted the cab driver and paid him the fare.

She stood infront of the big iron gate of the hostel. It was indeed a beautiful building made of red bricks. She dragged her suitcase towards the entrance and was greeted by the hostel incharge Miss Irene.

"Hello! You must be Natasha. Welcome to our hostel. Let me take you to your dorm. Emily will be really happy to meet you." She chuckled while leading her to her dorm.

"Who is Emily?" She asked.

"Your room mate. I told her you are coming here and she is going to have a room mate soon. She will be more than happy to see you Natasha." The hostel incharge took her to a lift and pressed the button for first floor.

The lift stopped on the first floor with a jerk. Natasha followed Miss Irene towards her dorm.

They stopped on a door. It was written Dorm number 16 on the door. Miss Irene knocked on the door and a girl with red hairs opened it.

"Hi!" The girl greeted her with a wide smile.

"Emily this is Natasha. Natasha this is Emily. She is very friendly and kind girl." Miss Irene introduced them.

"Nice to meet you." Natasha extended her hand to her.

"Nice to meet you too my friend." Emily shook her hand. "Come in." She said with a smile.

Natasha went inside and placed her suitcase in a corner. The dorm room was spacious with two beds placed on either side with the wall and a study table between them. There was a tall glass window in the wall infront of the study table.

Markers, pens and a notebook were lying there with a table lamp and an opened macbook. Emily was probably doing some work there.

"Its cosy as hell." Natasha said and fall on her bed. "I'm so tired." She yawned.

"Is it your first time in New York?" Emily asked.

"Yes! And I am here to find a job. I want to work for CIA." She replied while leaning against her pillow.

"Oh! That sounds cool. I am here to study." Emily replied.

"Hmm! And what are you studying?" Natasha asked.

"Bachelors in Bio Chemistry. Man! I love this subject. And what is your qualification." Emily asked.

"I have done Masters in Criminal psychology and plus I am a black belt too." She said while tugging her hairs in a ponytail.

"Wow! You are awesome dude. You will be the perfect choice for CIA. Kicking those criminal's butts." Emily laughed.

"But I am not really hoping that they will hire me you know it requires a smooth and cunning mind to work with CIA and a person needs to be brave." Natasha said.

"Don't worry girl. There are plenty of positions there. You can work in their office if they don't hire you to kick butts." Emily joked again.

"Ha ha ha ha. You are very funny girl. I gotta catch some sleep. I am really tired. Will talk to you later." Natasha said while adjusting the pillow under her head.

"Ok boss. I have some work too." Emily replied and dived into her notebook.

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It was a busy day at the CIA headquarters when the door opened and Erica Sloane entered her office. She was a black middle aged woman with a strong persona. Following her was a tall and dark man claded in a three piece exquisite suit. Tall and dark with a little stubble, moustache decorating his lips. His features were really sharp specially his chiseled jawline. Not to mention he was every woman's dream.

He was August Walker.

Walker was known to be a master hand-to-hand combatant as he displayed excellent boxing and grappling technique in his fighting style, which revolves around utilizing his physical prowess efficiently.

He was called a Hammer by Erica Sloan.

Walker was also a master manipulator, being able to manipulate both the IMF and the CIA. He

proved to be a skilled manipulator who fooled everyone while performing his schemes unnoticed.

Walker was also a great actor, managing to disguise himself as a "recruiter with just special skills" and lack experience, simple thought and short-tempered. He preferred confrontations over subdues.

Walker was also remarkable for being generally calm, polite and friendly even after revealing his true colors.

He was Special Agent Activities, Erica's most trusted agent and a killer hired by CIA to carry out their most trusted and confidential operations. Apart from that he had a very deep dark side to him which he had never shown to others even this darkside of him was hidden from Erica.

He kept a straight face and keeping up with his boss' pace, he threw a glance at his digital watch. It was 9 a.m. They were about to enter Erica's office where she was about to give him directions for the special mission that he was gonna be assigned today.

Erica reached her office door and Walker held the door opened for her. She approached her seat and signaled him to sit infront of her.

He sat across the table from her.

"Walker! You knew that Hunt has lost the Plutonium in Belgium." Erica leaned forward putting her elbows on the table with both of her interwined and her her chin placed on her knuckles.

Walker, on the other hand nodded in reply.

"Now! I want you to go to Paris with Hunt and get that Plutonium for me. I cannot trust Hunt anymore. The IMF is getting out of hands and Hunt has already been demoted from CIA. His performance has been a victim of downfall." She explained.

"Sure ma'am!." Walker replied.

"I will take you to the cargo plane and you will board it with Hunt. Make sure you look at all his activities and plans and update me step by step in your mission." She added.

"Ok ma'am!". Walker said.

"I will let you know when you will be assigned to this mission. You may go now and carry on with your day in the office. I will see you later." She leaned on the back of her office chair. Her fingers still placed below her chin.

Walker stood up and open the door to leave the room when she heard Erica.

"And one more thing. I am going to start interviewing the candidates from tomorrow for new positions. We will be flying to NewYork tomorrow to conduct interviews. I will see if I can find someone to accompany you on your mission." She added.

Walker turned towards her and nodded in approval before leaving the office.