I'll be good by Jaymes YoungA few seconds had passed since the big question had appeared quite literally.

Four stared at the message plastered on her phone's screen with irritation.

"Why the hell is he here?" She thought to herself.

Suddenly a new message appeared on her screen. It was sent by the one called Zen.

Zen: "Uh … Seven, you know this person?"

--

Luciel's brain quickly scrambled for an explanation. For a cover.

One agency member in the RFA was enough. Now she shows up.

"What is she doing here? If anyone finds out where she is – if the agency finds out where she is –." His trail of thought died right there.

The agency will find out and they will try and hunt her down. If they found out … they'd …

707: "What?! Of course not. Lolololol, I was just so shocked. She's really CUTE!!"

Luciel typed, knowing full well that she was definitely going to hate that.

Four: Ugh, what!

"Ah, yeah. I'm probably going to pay for that." He sighed.

He glanced at his monitors to find that she still stood in view of the camera. He saw that she was, staring at her phone with frustration. That is, if the way she was clenching her fist up, as if ready to punch, was any indication.

He chuckled at her appearance.

"She is kinda cute." He smiled.

--

Four wished that Luciel was here. She felt the need to strangle him for that.

She closed her eyes and breathed. "In and out, in and out. You can't strangle him anyway, he isn't here." She reasoned with herself.

She opened her eyes to see messages fly by one after the other. She replied only when it was necessary for her to do so.

Four was being cautious.

Luciel knows where she is.

Which means there is a chance she will be caught now.

"Damn." She whispered to herself. "I've got to get rid of this phone and get out of here. Now."

Four was about to leave, taking one last glance at the phone she held in her hands.

Her eyes widened a bit.

They wanted her to join them?

She stared at it dumbfounded and then suddenly burst out into laughter that held no humor.

Only bitterness.

Four: "Yeah, I don't think so."

She was about to turn away from the screen, but before she got the chance, the one named Jumin Han had sent message after message.

Jumin: "All we are trying to do is host parties, raise funds, gather people … and things like that"

Jumin: "Our organization has done a lot of good so far."

Jumin: "… You will never regret joining."

The other messages that were sent after that were just a blur at the moment.

"Good, huh?" She thought with numbness.

She … wasn't good. Nothing she has done could be said as being "good".

Four: "No."

There was a pause.

The one going by the name Jaehee was the one who sent the next message.

Four had her eyes trained on the words of the message in bewilderment. Which carried on as Luciel joined in about threatening her.

"Her. They were threatening her?" She scoffed.

They honestly had no idea who they were threatening. She thought at least Luciel would have had some sense.

Four: "You guys are hilarious. Nice try."

Placing her phone in her pocket, she turned on her heel and made to leave.

Before she even had a chance to shut the door her phone rang.

Bewilderment came across her face. Nobody should know the number of this phone.

She reached into her pocket to pull it out and stared at the display for the caller ID.

Her confusion washed away into an expression of irritation.

Luciel.

He was still typing in the chatroom, so she suspected he was calling from another device.

She answered it, quirking an eyebrow, and letting her irritation ooze from her being, through her voice.

"Yes." She dragged.

However, the voice that greeted her didn't match the cheery presence he gave off in the chatroom.

This version was the one that matched the expression she remembered seeing hours ago.

"You should reconsider. You should take our offer, Four."

"And why should I? What are you even doing with these people? Targets of yours?" She asked.

"No. They are not." She heard him grind out. She could tell she hit a sensitive spot.

"Interesting." She thought.

"I'm part of their group, the RFA. I manage the security functions and the technical stuff like that." Luciel answered.

"You should reconsider because what other option do you have?" He stated coldly.

"You ran away from the agency, Four. People who do that aren't just left alone to live happy lives and they sure as hell aren't welcomed back with open arms. You have no other choice."

"Yes I do. I can get out of here as fast as I can and disappear."

"Yeah, and how long will that take you, hmm? The agency will be on your trail before you even get out of this country and you know it."

She was honestly amazed at how Luciel was able to talk to her with such a cold attitude while seemingly be carefree in the chatroom.

She continued to listen to him.

He sighed. "I don't mean to sound so harsh about it, but you know the consequences. The apartment is safe. It has a built in security system that I, myself had developed. No one will be able to hack it or get into the apartment without my knowledge. I can keep the agency off your trail. No one knows the location of the apartment except for myself."

"Then you're the only loose end." She retorted.

"True, but I won't do that."

Four turned around to face the camera and narrowed her eyes at it. She was told that he could see her because of it and she wanted him to know she demanded an answer.

"Why."

"Because … you deserve a chance to get out of there. A chance at a better life."

It suddenly dawned on her.

"It was you?! You did all that? You saw me escape?!"

"Yeah. You're lucky it was only me. I hacked into the feed before anyone else noticed."

"Well … then I guess I should thank you." Four said.

"Yep. You should." Luciel voice sounded a bit lighter.

"Fine then." She looked straight at camera and smiled while holding up her middle finger. "Thank you."

She heard Luciel's choked laughter through the receiver of her phone.

When he regained his composure he spoke, "So, ex – agent 404, will you join us?"

She could definitely tell by the sound of his voice that he was probably smiling, knowing what she would say.

"Fine.", she grumbled out.

"Hahaha, thank you."

She quickly looked back at the camera angrily and stuck up her finger again. "Yeah, you're welcome."

Ending the call, she found herself back into the chatroom. Luciel was telling them how she had changed her mind and decided to join after all.

They were all so happy.

So grateful.

So welcoming.

Kind.

Four re – entered the apartment and closed the door. She locked it up, the security system activating itself. She gave the room a thorough look about. She sighed. Running her hand through her short hair as she plopped herself down on the sofa.

These people.

Compared to them all … well except for Luciel, but even then. Luciel seems like he is genuinely doing some good. These people seem to care for him and vice versa.

The events that led Four up to the decision she made came back again to haunt her.

To remind her.

She didn't deserve this.

She's nothing but a lowlife compared to them.

Heaving a sigh, she got up and decided to check the fridge. She hadn't eaten anything yet and she was starving.

Or better yet, she could use a drink.

Maybe ... this was her chance.

Her chance to change.

To be good.