6 months later…

Blood stained the walls of an abandon building as 396 sliced the head off of a man body. The headless man fell to the ground, dead. He grabbed the radio "The target is dead." He said. The radio crackled "And 582's target?"

Shit! he thought as he started running to up the stairs of the abandon building to find 582. He opened a door at the end of the dark stairway. "Ange-" he stopped when he saw the other target for the mission. He had multiple bullet wounds and was lying dead in a puddle of his own blood.

582 turned her head to look at 396 and smiled. She had a small cut on her face. "I got him all by myself this time." She said and smiled at him. 396 smiled back at her. "Guess we should tell Max that the mission is complete."

582 got her radio. "Max, mission is complete. Coordinates for the next mission?" "There is no next mission." Said Max on the other end of the radio. "You both have a meeting about your partnership. If it will be permanent or not."

Max had been a great help to the FBI ever since he recovered from the bullet wound. He was now head of one of the guilds in the FBI. Surprisingly enough, he was very intelligent and serious about his position at the FBI. He had never made a mistake while working. Even through his beginning training. He was now part of 396's group. 396 insisted he should.

396 put a bandage on 582's cut. "You know you don't have to… I can do it myself." 582 just stared at 396. He's been like this ever since what happened 6 months ago. When she and Max almost died at the hospital.

"They're not going to make it sir!" said a nurse. "They have to! Clear!" a shock was made at Max's chest. 582 was coughing blood at the hospital bed next to Max. She was pale. The nurse had to give her all types of medication and put a breathing mask over her mouth and nose.

And 396 was there. Watching his friends die right before his eyes. He just stood there, crying slightly. Turns out that 603 had caused more damage to them than they thought. 603 managed to almost shatter one of 582's heart veins. And the gun shot to Max has deeply embedded into his back and actually almost hit one of his arteries.

There was barely a pulse on both of the screens next to Max and 582. Barely. Then, around 3 am, the pulse on the screens disappeared and the doctors and nurses stopped trying. At that moment 396 screamed out loud. His eyes and face now covered in tears from the emotional pain.

At that moment, a miracle happened. Max's and 582's opened their eyes and they started to breath again. I was a miracle indeed. They had come back from death. 396 smiled. 'Thank you Lord…'

They recovered miraculously the next day.

But 396 was practically traumatized. He always protected both of them with his life. He didn't want them to die. Not again. Because next time, they may not be coming back.