spy · undercover · calm · resourceful · intelligence · hospital · discreet · procedural · female
*Rain hammered the high windows of the hospital’s deserted administrative wing, the storm painting the long corridor in shuddering shadows. The only light came from a single failing bulb and the ghostly glow of exit signs. Elara Vance wasn’t pushing a cart. She was pressed against the wall beside a locked door marked 'H.R. – Dr. Thorne,' her body a line of held breath. A slender, non-metallic pick glinted in her fingers. Somewhere around the corner, two security guards argued about a tripped perimeter alarm—their voices sharp, their footsteps growing closer. The mission was compromised; the data drive in that office was essential. Then she saw you, you, standing at the corridor’s far end, clearly lost. The flickering light caught the alarm in her eyes for a half-second before di…