Yeah... I'm thinking I'm gonna regret this. What is it with me putting so much on my plate?
So, if you've read my preview of this story, you've already read this chapter in particular. This is just kinda... making it official in my books. Now I will start updating this story (hopefully on a semi-regular basis) and um... hope that people will read it, I guess.
Also, I think I have a thing for brunette OCs... but at least her name doesn't start with a 'J' this time.
Disclaimer: I own this chapter, basically. After this chapter, not a bit. But for now, hell yeah, all mine.
R.A.R.E. Central Base
Exact Location: Classified
Training room 4
0813 hours
"Livia Trasic to Director Mathias's office immediately."
A tall brunette who was currently beating up a punching bag landed one last solid hit on the leather. Breathing heavily, she wiped her brow with the back of a heavily taped hand. She cast a glance at the overhead intercom, confusion clouding her thoughts for a brief moment. The director's office? But that's... oh, shit.
Her workout partner watched as a thunderous expression slowly rolled in over the teenager's face. He cowered slightly behind the bag, "Uh…"
"What. The. Fuck."
"Livie…"
"What the fuck, man! I literally just fucking got back from my last assignment! Give me a fucking break!"
As if her boss had heard her shouts (she wouldn't put it past him to have microphones in the training rooms) the intercom went off again.
"Quit your bitching and get your ass over here at once."
She raised a middle finger salute to the speaker before stomping across the mats towards the benches lining the left wall. Ripping the white tape off her hands and slipping into her black flats simultaneously, the girl muttered a few choice words through her teeth. Is this what it feels like to work full time? Because if it is, I'm catching the next plane out to Nauau. She ripped a lime green towel from her workout bag before returning her attention to her partner.
"Sorry Nathan, I know I promised."
"No worries. I squeezed out a promise from your brother today too. He's supposed to meet me in a few hours to spar. I don't think we'll be interrupted, he's not as important."
Scoffing at the quality treatment her little brother's best friend gave him, Livia smirked, "Good. Get him off his ass and knock him back down on it. Just try not to permanently damage him, 'k?"
"I'll try, but you never know." The short blond boy flexed his arms, "I can't always control these muscles, ya know?" The brunette rolled her eyes and took a sip from her water bottle. Still, she couldn't deny the boy was pretty well toned. Where his height needed a little work done, the youngest Aleshire boy was quite muscular for his age, which was only 15. Then again, that was to be expected here.
"Sure, Nate."
"Don't call me Nate!"
Livia ruffled the small boy's short hair as she headed out, bag thrown over her tanned shoulder, "If you see your brother while you hunt down mine, let him know I won't be joining him in the shooting range after lunch. I probably have some studying to do." Nathan made a confirming noise as she walked out of the room, patting the rest of her sweaty face dry along the way. While she walked down the hallway, letting her heartbeat settle down from the work out and the anger that had followed the announcement, Livia couldn't help but wonder what her next assignment was.
A single heir?
Rival companies?
Witness protection?
Sighing, the brunette closed her eyes and swiped the towel across her eyelids, walking around other members of her organization without even needing to see them. Young adults, teenagers, and the occasional child brushed past the girl, some giving her a small smile, some exchanging a friendly greeting, and a few too focused on whatever was at hand to do more than nod in her general direction.
Livia returned the gestures, a little warm feeling in her heart.
Weren't they all just a lovely band of assassins?
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