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"Agent Zacharyx Miller here, He is also in charge of mission 00923821L. That is why I have included him in your group because he will be a great help as well as a good agent." Uncle stated as he walked towards Z or should I say Zacharyx. I'm aware he's a part of mission 00923821L. That night, he was with me. I questioned Grandpa about it before, and he knows that Z will be present. He vanished without a trace that night, too, and Grandpa explained that it was because his task had been completed.
"He's skilled with firearms, knives, and hand-to-hand combat. He has also trained 11 years ago in the same field as you but on a different team. And for how many years he was assigned to work undercover as a SouthVillegers police officer" He continued.
I didn't understand why a police officer would be involved in the operation when the N.S.A.H is already in charge, but I didn't ask, though I guess I have my answers now. He is an undercover police officer, which means he is a member of N.S.A.H.---That's why, when he choked me and noticed my badge in my clothing, he let me go! But he knows I'll be there and pretends he doesn't! I look at him with rage in my eyes. Why hadn't I thought that before?!
When he noticed that I was staring at him, he turned his attention to me. He was now looking at me with those spectacular eyes, but he was cold and solemn. He's dressed in a black uniform, a black belt, and ankle boots. His 8 stars were proudly displayed on his right shoulder. He looked so different the first time I saw him. He appears more manly and attractive. He smirks at me making me raise my eyebrows at him and shift my gaze away. I'm not sure what it is, but my cheeks are burning and my heart is beating fast, and it irritates me! I watched my team grinning from ear to ear while looking at me as if they didn't like the idea earlier! I exhaled and tried to relax. I need to be calm before I stab him in his chest.
"Agent Anastasia Amorist Grey, Uno of Alpha Teamā I formally greet him and extend my hands for a handshake, ignoring my team and the way he looks at me. Anastasia, pretend you don't know him! He takes my hands carefully not taking his eyes off of me. The team rises to their feet and formally greets him also.
āZacharyx Miller, Itās a pleasure to meet you all." He reintroduced himself to us. Everyone nods and smiles at him.
After a minute, my team has already begun speaking with him, and the food has already been brought to my uncle's office. I kept my mouth shut and simply watched them. They asked whether I was hungry, and I said no, although I am literally starving to death!
"You should attempt to bond with them," my uncle said as he sat next to me.
"They already appear to be having fun," I said. They seemed to be having a good time talking and making fun of each other. I smiled; we hadn't done anything like this in years, simply talking and eating while laughing.
"Because you're here, Anastasia, and they're counting on you to lead the team."
I return my eyes to my team. We all have distinct ways of communicating with one another. Khalil enjoys making fun of everyone around him. Primo is a serious young man who is very protective of us. Fayre is the team's lovely and caring member. She is constantly full of optimism in all she does. Sabina is the fiercest. In every fight, I never saw her cry or back down. We have similar traits, but she also enjoys teasing me.
And I suppose this is why the group is special. No one seeks power; instead, we work together to seek justice for the wrongdoings of those who have hurt others.
"No, old guy, they don't need me to lead them; they're all special and powerful, I am the one who needs them."
"What a strange coincidence," Zach commented, drawing my attention to him. He's seated on a couch, with a smirk on his face. What a jerk! I rolled my eyes at him and continued to ignore him. My blood boils just by seeing his face! We've already arrived at Alpha's headquarters. Uncle instructed us to train more with Zach and investigate some old unsolved cases.
I'm standing here on the balcony, watching them talk. Khalil and Primo is guiding Zach to the things he needs to know while being here at the Alpha team. He said he knows the system of Havvard because like my uncle said he was a trainee before just like us. I wonder what team he belonged to before.
I saw Sabina walk over to me with a smirk on her face and stand beside me.
"Fate does have a lot to do with this," Sabina remarked, making my body shiver. Fate? What exactly is this high school lover? I don't believe in love at all.
"If only you could see your expression when you saw him earlier," Fayre said, now standing next to me. They both laughed, which irritated me even more; what is wrong with these people? When I heard his name, I was taken aback because I had no idea it would be him.
"But do you think we can trust him?" asks Sabina all of sudden. I didn't respond and returned my gaze to Zach. While speaking with Primo and Khalil, he looks serious. He is listening to Primo while talking and looking at Khalil who is showing him the monitor.
"I hope Mr. Davidson is correct about him," Fayre says.
To be honest, I'm not sure how this will work. Sebastian's disappearance has had a huge impact on the team. Sebastian is the Alpha team's Tres. Sabina and Sebastian and I used to be the greatest trio of agents. However, on the last mission, there was a large explosion of a bomb, and before we knew it, he was gone, leaving no trace. Sabina and I went looking for him. We didn't stop, even when they told us he was dead.
However, despite months and years of searching, we were unable to find him. We stop looking for him, but we never stop waiting for him to return or to knock on the door and tell us that he has been alive all this time. Other agents try to join the team, and even Grandpa looks for the top agents in Havvard to join us, but he was unsuccessful. That is why we never want to find new agents. I become so distant from my team after that. I feel like something died inside me again. We are so close and happy despite the chaos. They keep climbing to the walls I build around me but I keep pushing them all out. I don't really understand why but maybe it's my way of coping with everything that happened. We didn't have a typical childhood. Our job is really difficult and drains us completely.
Looking back at mission 00923821L, I can tell Zach is a good fighter.
"Tell me what you got," I urged to him after fighting over whether or not I could trust him. "Okay, so I've been investigating this since the first kid was kidnapped. She was in orphanage and they think she just ran away because she didn't like it there, but I saw her that day in the park she's talking with three males and they're giving her food. I thought it was normal but when I saw the report I realized it wasn't and she was kidnapped" my brow furrowed when I saw guilt in his eyes when he looked at me but changed in instant with cold stare
"Her name is Cassie," I informed him. "Yeah, it's Cassie. So... tell me what you got, secret agent," he nodded.
"They kidnapped one of our trainees. Her name is Klara Jane. We investigated and discovered that they are kidnapping kids who have been in orphanages or have been adopted and their biological parents have been in accidents or have died. They are kidnapping kids who have the same DNA and are mostly 12-14 years old. The three males you saw with Cassie I already take care of. They said there is a doctor named X who is ordering them to kidnap the kids and bring them here."
"What do you mean when you say you took care of the two men?"
Seriously? Is that what he noticed after what I said?
"What I mean is that I murdered them after I obtained the information I needed," I said patiently. His jaw swung open. "What about the third guy?"
"I don't know, but they told me last night that they sent the kids in Doctor X and Doctor X needed the third guy for the experiment."
"They're conducting an experiment, abducting children that share the same DNA as their dead parents. What are they doing?" I rolled my eyes, "You still don't get it?"
"what?ā he ask innocently.
"Doctor X is known as a crazy and strange NLSL scientist who loves to experiment and do insane things. He was arrested with murder ten years ago, and what he is doing today has something to do with the mask."
"What does the mask they're wearing imply, Momento mori, which means'remember that you will die,' and what does it have to do with it?"
āI already have a conclusion before I got here"
"What is it?"
"He is trying to bring back dead people alive."
"How is it possible? That's absurd!"
"Seriously, Mr. Police Officer? Can you just let that brain of yours work? You came here with no knowledge! You might have been dead!" I scowled at him. He's completely mad! He sighed and turned away from me. I waited for him to say something, but he stayed silent.
"We found a fingerprint in the CCTV room of the building I work in that didn't match to any living person, and we found out it's the f-finger print Cassie's father. And it's the third man who is abducting the children is using it, and I believe he is the first person who got the experiment, which is why he wasn't with the two men earlier." I continued talking to him.
"What he's doing right now is dangerous, and we need to rescue them as soon as possible. I don't have any information or data just like what you've said, since I was not assigned to save them, but to save you...So you need to trust me, Ms. secret Agent, because I believe you can save those kids."
My body stunned as I heard what he said. 'I was not ordered to save them but to save you' What the hell is he talking about?!
šš”šš©ššš« 4 •"Agent Zacharyx Miller here, He is also in charge of mission 00923821L. That is why I have included him in your group because he will be a great help as well as a good agent." Uncle stated as he walked towards Z or should I say Zacharyx. I'm aware he's a part of mission 00923821L. That night, he was with me. I questioned Grandpa about it before, and he knows that Z will be present. He vanished without a trace that night, too, and Grandpa explained that it was because his task had been completed."He's skilled with firearms, knives, and hand-to-hand combat. He has also trained 11 years ago in the same field as you but on a different team. And for how many years he was assigned to work undercover as a SouthVillegers police officer" He continued.I didn't understand why a police officer would be involved in the operation when the N.S.A.H is already in charge, but I didn't ask, though I guess I have my answer
šš”šš©ššš« 3 •"You look terrible today," turning my head to the right to see Sabina grinning. I rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow at her. I haven't gotten any sleep in days because I've been concentrating on my grandfather's murder case while resuming my training."Uno, you should rest and sleep.""I'm okay," I said, staring at Quatro, Singko, and Sais as they ran to the field. We've been preparing for the missions last week. Since we're back on the missions, my Uncle has ordered that we train again."What made you leave that night after mission 00923821L?" Hearing her ask, my body froze for a split second. I let out a sigh and kept silent. Remembering what happened on that mission gives me nightmares."You walked away without saying anything." I did leave that night, which I regret because maybe if I stayed and stopped being selfish. Mayb
I pulled my Aventador Lp 780-4 Ultimae to a stop in front of the N.S.A headquarters. The engine whispered to a hush, but my thoughts roared louder than ever. It had been years since I'd stood on this sacred, storm-touched groundāthis place that shaped me and scarred me.The main building loomed like a forgotten palace, tall and proud, cloaked in its old glory. Behind it, the dorms rose with ancient columns and watchful statues, like silent sentinels still guarding memories left behind. Around it all, vast gyms, fields, and training centers spread out like war camps built to sharpen both body and soul.It was breathtakingāthe land of my making, and sometimes, my undoing. A battlefield and a sanctuary. A place I once ran from but never truly left behind.Now that Iām here again, every corner whispers stories I thought Iād buried. I didnāt expect to feel it, but I doāI missed this place. And more than that, I missed himāmy grandfather. As I walked towards the main building's door, my foo
Looking back at my happiest memories feels like running fingers over old scarsāsome smooth and faded, others still raw. I once believed memories were like stars: distant, beautiful, untouchable. But I was wrong. Memories are bullets. Some just whistle past, leaving only echoes of fear. Others pierce clean through you, leaving you bleeding in silence.āCondolence, Anastasia.āāAnastasia, Iām so sorry for your loss.āāIām sorry, truly.āI heard their voices all around me, but they sounded like a broken radioāfaint, crackling, meaningless. I nodded out of habit, not because I understood. My eyes stayed glued to the casket, to the stillness that used to be my grandfather. My world felt like a glass vase tipped over in slow motionāfalling, shattering, crumbling beneath the weight of my sorrow. āAnastasia? Can we talk for a moment?ā Fayre sat beside me, her voice sounded soft but steady. I turned to her with empty eyes.āSure,ā I replied, though I wasnāt really there. āYour grandfather wants
"Grandpa, why canāt I play with them?"My voice was small, almost afraid of the answer. I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the kids chase each other like butterflies in the wind. Their laughter floated in the air like songbirdsāfree and light. I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel that lightness too.But Grandpaās eyes were made of stone that day.āBecause youāre different, Anastasia,ā he said, his tone firm like a steel door closing. āPlaying like them wonāt make you the greatest agent.āI blinked up at him, my heart aching in a way I couldnāt name. I was only seven. I didnāt understand why fun was a crime.My hands were shaking as I stepped onto the training mat. Tears blurred my eyes as he tossed the wooden staff toward me. I caught itābarely.āGuard up,ā he barked. āFootwork. Focus!āThe world became a blur of pain and sweat. My legs burned. My arms ached. The stick knocked against mine again and again like thunder chasing lightning. I stumbled. I fell. I criedān