"So what do you want for dinner?" he asked as he maneuvered the car.    "Peace," she replied rather spontaneously.    "Ha-ha."   Cleo grimaced. "Can you stop?"   But the idiot continued laughing sarcastically, the guy was just interrupted when his phone rang.    "Can you get it over for me?" He motioned the car's compartment with his mouth. Cleo frowned at Ace's sudden mockery. He copied her tone flawlessly.   "Can't you do that yourself?" Cleo protested, not wanting to move her hands from her crossed arms.   The ringing ended and he made a quick towards her. "No. I'm driving."    If being angry with him was not enough, Cleo almost choked him to death after remembering what he did on their start here. He's eating a pear while driving for whoever's sake!    The ringing

  "You should kill him, Blanche." The words rang in her ear like someone was scraping his fingernails on a chalkboard.   It was something that gave the most frustration for Cleo —when someone called her by her real name.   She heaved a sigh and focused once more on the guy she called an intruder at the amusement park.     "The best thing to do, Astolfo, is to shut your mouth and keep your distance away from my business."   The guy chuckled and Cleo's face clenched. "Feisty. Why don't you show the real you on him then, Huh?"    Astolfo was a guy who can be mistaken as the cool, hunky model in a magazine who has a very sharp and deep jawline. He was recruited by the organization after Cleo, he looked up to her as his senior in their first year, but something happened that made him change his treatment on her.    He suddenly became th

  "Thank you."   Cleo rolled her eyes when she heard Ace mumbled in his sleep.   She help him lay on the couch and put him on a comfortable position then let him fall asleep. She doesn't know how to take care of a sick person — no one get sick in the organization, at least no one knows and so with this at hand, she sighed heavily and contemplated if she would call Hent for help.   They don't have the relationship of a normal human being, at least that was she thought, Hent was an AI robot and she was recruited to be one. That was their only job that's why they're there. Now she needed to talk to Noir desperately, she needed the advice of him over this.   Thinking it thoroughly, it makes sense why she chose this dangerous side of the road. The world wasn't filled with rainbows and unicorns like what they instill when she was still a little child. The world was full of monochromatic colors

  “Why are we running?” Slidell asked as they were ran closer to the main road, the streetlights illuminated their way, and the people they passed looked at them like they were running crazy.    Cleo looked at him, she was ahead of him in many ways so she slowed her pace a bit for Slidell to catch up. “I killed a cat.”   The curiosity and the hesitation if his choices were right to run together with her were visible on his knotted forehead and raised brow. Slidell pulled her to stop on the side, he put both of his hands on his lap and tried to catch his breath.    “Why?” Cleo wondered.    “There’s a stabbing happened in the café, but instead of participating in the investigation we ran out in there and people who saw us all think if we were just released from a mental hospital. I asked you why we ran and your reply was because you killed a cat. Damn, girl, you’re the o

  Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades.    She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.    The organization she relinquished half of her life with was white from the outside but black on the inside, as far as she could remember. Misha was one of the privileged agents who has the free pass to go in and out of the organization's main research station, it might be because her father was there but never mind those, she was one of the privileged, that's it.