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This story is No. 5 in the series "Marcus's Round Robins". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Veronica Mars always wanted to be an FBI agent, but wouldn't her criminal record be a small problem? Maybe there's a solution... Drabble to launch new round robin.

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Television > Veronica Mars > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories(Current Donor)MarcusRowland + 1 otherFR132562043,19915 Jan 0915 Jan 09No

Smart Decisions by (Past Donor)Snag

Disclaimers in first chapter. Thanks for the fun idea, Marcus! Veronica Mars/Surprise X-Over.

Smart Decisions
by Snag

Sometimes, people just aren't cut out for the spy biz. They can't handle the pressure of compartmentalizing everything, or the crappy hours. Maybe they can't hit the required marksmanship score or they're an utter failure at hand-to-hand training.

But I've never seen someone that couldn't be any good at anything. The poor guy just couldn't cut it, except sometimes in written test scores. He was pretty bummed out about it, too. Since he'd been a nice enough guy and never made a short joke about me, I tried to cheer him up.

"Hey," I greeted as I approached.

He looked up - okay, across - at me from his seat at the picnic table. "Hello, Veronica." Waving haphazardly, he returned his hand to where his bags were stacked on the bench.

"I'm sorry they didn't give you another chance." I sat down on the edge of the bench next to him. "What're you going to do now?"

He sighed, his expression a strange mix of resolve and resignation. "I'm not going to give up yet. If they don't want me here, I'll try another agency."

He had about as much chance at catching on with another agency, as I had of being a starting center in the WNBA. Still, I couldn't help but admire his spirit. I reached over to squeeze his hand. "I'm sure you'll get 'em next time."

"Thanks." He seemed to perk up a little bit. "And you keep on doing what you're doing. I know they tell you this on a weekly basis, but you have a real gift for this. You stick with it, you hear me?"

"I've never wanted to do anything else." I replied simply.

The SUV that everyone arrived and left in, pulled up about that moment. We both stood up and he offered me his hand to shake. "Good luck, Veronica Mars."

"Good luck, Maxwell Smart."

The End?

You have reached the end of "Agent Mars" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 15 Jan 09.

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