Hanji put her last shirt in the suitcase and closed it with a sigh. She was pissed that their holidays ended too soon because the Recon Corps apparently had enemies everywhere. It was her first time abroad and she had fallen in love with this country. Far away from all the troubles in Trost she had felt relaxed for the first time in months. And even though Levi had done nothing but complaining about the heat, he was fun to be around in the evening, when they had gone for a walk through the city or to a narghile-bar.

"Ready?" Levi asked as he stepped into the bedroom of their suite.

Hanji just huffed as an answer. She put on a thin jacket and hid her gun under it.

"You look angry," Levi commented as he watched her do so. But he was glad that she had taken the gun without him telling her to do so. Hanji still hated weapons and she had never used the gun, except for practising now and then - and that Levi had to force her.

"My, how did you guess that?" Her voice was cold.

Levi sighed. As if it wasn't trouble enough that someone was obviously after them, and he couldn't find out for who had sent them. "Look, I'm sorry."

"Whatever," she mumbled and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Once again, she wondered what had happened in the past of the Recon Corps that had brought them so many enemies. Like seriously, how did Erwin and Levi even managed to remember the names of all the different groups that wanted to kill them?

"Nalan found out who the guys are," Levi said as they were standing in the elevator.

"Who's Nalan?" Hanji asked, because it was the first time she heard that name.

"Our supervisor here," Levi explained. "Anyway, she told me that they work for Shadis."

"Never heard of him," she commented.

"He's a pest," Levi offered as an explanation. The worst part about Shadis was that he had no criminal organisation on his own, but he rather offered his 'skills 'to anyone who was ready to pay. In Levi's eyes, he was a low-life who hid behind the names of powerful Mafia-groups.

"Will you kick his ass for ruining our holidays?" Hanji suddenly asked, and this time, even a grin appeared on her face.

Instead of an answer, Levi just smirked at her comment.

The elevator stopped with a jolt and they entered the hotel-lobby. Levi scanned the room quickly and recognised the woman from the beach sitting at one of the tables, reading a book. Just as Levi wondered whether or not Hanji and he would be able to sneak out without her noticing, she looked up. She saw the pair and jumped up.

"Shit," Levi hissed and pushed Hanji back into the elevator. He slammed the "-1" button, which would bring them into the underground-garage. The doors slid close just before the woman reached them.

The ride lasted only a few seconds. The Mafia-pair ran out, leaving their luggage behind them. Levi grabbed Hanji's hand and dragged her further into the garage, hoping that they would have some time before Shadi's men got down there as well. With his free hand, Levi fished out the car-keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock-button. He had no plan where it was parked; the lobby-boy had done it on the first day they had arrived, and since then they had never used it. The car was too far away for the sound of the doors being unlocked to be heard, but Levi saw the brief flashing of the backlights.

"There," he shouted and Hanji nodded. To Levi`s concern, she was getting slower. "C'mon, we're almost there!"

They had another 10 meters to run, when he heard voices shouting behind them.

With a last sprint, Levi and Hanji stumbled up to their car, and jumped in. Without putting on his seat-belt, Levi started the engine, and whirled the Audi out of the parking-lot.

"Watch out!" Hanji screamed. One of Shadi's men was running towards the car, with his gun out.

The lane between the parking-lots was around 3 meters wide, since they were one-way-lanes. Shadi's guy stopped in the middle and aimed for the car.

"Down!" Levi yelled and floored the gas pedal. He had to make it out before the guy fired the gun!

A shot fell, followed by Hanji's scream. One second later, a loud smack. The sound of something breaking. Then, a body crashing against the windshield; the sound of glass cracking. The body was thrown up by the impact, landing once on the car top, before it slid on the floor.

Before Levi even realized what happened, another guy jumped out. Both hands gripping the steering wheel, Levi veered to the left, only missing the man by millimetres. The sound of a bullet hitting aluminium was the last thing Levi heard, before he finally managed to exit the garage. People that were around the hotel, screamed and jumped out of the way, as the raven manoeuvred the car at an insane speed through the pedestrian area. At the first possibility, he left the pedestrian area and manoeuvred the car on the highway towards the airport.

"You can come up," he said to Hanji, after making sure that no one had followed them.

/

Ever since Dawk had come back, the chosen recruits for his new department had to undergo ridiculous trainings.

Ridiculous, as in running 10 km every day to stay fit.

Jean cursed and grabbed his water bottle, when he finally arrived at the finish-line. He officially regretted that he ever joined the MP. With a loud groan, he let himself sink on the grass next to the running track, hoping that he would never have to stand up again.

"Wanna grab some lunch later with us?" Mikasa asked as she sat down next to him.

"I can't today," he huffed and looked up from his lying position to her. As usual, she had finished her run way ahead of everyone else and didn't even look like she had been running.

If his answer surprised her, she didn't let it show. Until now, they always had gone to lunch together - with Armin and Eren in tow, of course. "Okay, see you later then." With those words Mikasa grabbed her towel and water-bottle and went towards the door of the changing-rooms.

Jean hurried up and did the same thing. He hoped that he wouldn't run across Armin or Eren, especially Eren. Because as disinterested as Mikasa was about his lunch-plans, he was sure that his other two roommates wouldn't let him go without questions.

.

After a quick shower, Jean left the building of the Police-Academy. He hailed a taxi and pulled out his phone, after giving the driver the address. He was already 1o minutes late, and wondered whether Marco would be mad at him. As much as Jean had learned from their previous meetings, Marco was a very punctual person.

-To: Marco: - sry, training lasted longer than expected. be there in 5. -

When the cab stopped in front of the Starbucks-café, Jean hadn't received any answer from Marco. Without giving it any further thought, Jean entered the shop and scanned the few tables. However, the familiar freckled guy was not amongst the customers.

Just as Jean sat down with his order to wait for him, his phone rang.

Incoming call: Marco

"Hey, I'm already here," he answered.

"I know, I see you," the voice on the other line said. A voice, that wasn't Marco. It wasn't even close to Marco's voice. It was a female voice.

"Uhm, I ...," but before Jean could say anything, the woman on the other side interrupted him.

"Stand up, and come to the table across the room," she instructed him.

Jean rose from his seat and turned around. Across, there were a few tables, but only one was occupied with a woman, sitting alone. She had a phone pressed against her ear and nodded when she saw Jean looking at her.

"So, you're Jean," she said instead of a greeting as he sat down at her table.

"And you are? And why do you have Marco's phone" he asked and ogled her suspiciously. She must be around his age, maybe a little bit younger, had brown hair that was tied up in a messy bun.

"I'm Sasha," she offered with a smile. "I'm your new contact person."

"Why?"

"Smith's order," she said and broke away a piece of Jean's muffin, as if it was the most normal thing to do when having coffee with a total stranger.

"What happened to Marco?" Jean asked, pretending that her little gesture didn't irritate him.

"He was killed," Sasha said bluntly. "At that times the Corps had some pretty stupid things going on. Our scientist got killed, there was a mole in the team and some old enemy rose from the death. Now, someone saw Marco talking to you and assumed that he was the mole."

Jean looked at her with his mouth agape. Marco was dead? And the worst part was; the guy was dead because he was seen with Jean.

"Well," Sasha continued. "Since my partner is in jail, Smith thinks that I don't have nothin' better to do than to play double-agent. So, tell me what I need to know."

And so, Jean started talking to her about Dawk's new training-methods, about how they were better trained to use weapons than any other Department and about all the rumours that were going around in the MP.

Sasha listened to him without ever interrupting him. She nodded now and then, to show him that she was listening. However, she continued to 'steal' bits of his muffin while he was talking. Somewhere in the middle of his speech, Jean accepted that he would have to leave the café without having a muffin there. Without commenting it, he slid the plate over to her side of the table.

/

AN: i am SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME THAT LONG TO UPDATE T_T
i'm trash.
i didn't have that much time to write, and when i did, i worked on an idea for the main plot of this story, just need to figure out how to get there ^^