Disclaimer: I don't own Hanna.

This girl wasn't at all what he was expecting.

From the way Marissa had described her, he had thought she'd be primitive-like.

Practically feature-less and homely, with the intelligence of an ape.

But she wasn't.

Not quite.

She wasn't the usual definition of 'beautiful', per se. But for his peculiar taste she nearly fit the bill.

She had long, golden hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her skin was admittedly more 'detailed' than he would prefer, but not overly freckled or porous. And her body, though not girly in proportions, had a certain appeal to it, if he were being honest with himself.

Normally, Isaacs was never one to get distracted on a job. He'd always thought himself too good for that.

But because this girl was a special case; because she was different from any other target he'd dealt with; he let his guard slip. But only for a second.

Consequently, that was all it took for her to out maneuver him and land a punch square on his face. Effectively knocking him straight.

Isaacs then watched her retreating figure as she scaled a tall freight box, and disappeared into the night.

Gently touching the spot along his jawline where her fist had made contact, he winced at the intense pain that shot through him.

Despite this, however, a small smirk still managed to creep up on his lips, and bring color into his cheeks.

She was much more than any old 'project', that he was sure of.

Despite her incredible combatant skills and strength, she was still a girl.

And as far as he was concerned she couldn't out best him.

Not in a fair fight, anyway.