I had to remove some immature RedlineRogue moments here… how sad… Well, here's Chapter two, people!


Chapter 2: Just by the Italian Riviera

Rogue woke up, and looked around. She was still in her hotel room, and still in one piece. She smiled, until she heard the knocking on her door.

Knock… knock… knock…

Rogue got up, muttering something about the agency, before swinging the door open.

"Good morning, Rogue!" Rookie greeted her.

"Rookie. It just had to be Rookie." She mumbled under her breath, "Hello, Rookie."

"I'll be coming with you to your next mission!" he said.

"Alright." Rogue sighed, "Let me just… pack and I'll get to you."

"You girls take ages to pack!" Rookie groaned, "Besides, I'm hungry!"

"Go eat some breakfast or something downstairs," Rogue said as she was about to close the door, "I'll meet you there."

"O-"

The door opened once more, and Rogue poked her head out.

"Make sure to order for me pancakes with a side of bacon and hot chocolate. Dark."

Once more, the door closed.


Rogue now sat in a booth in the hotel restaurant. Rookie sat across from her, looking quite glad.

"What's it about?" she asked while shoving pancakes into her mouth.

"There will be a meeting in Italy." Rookie said while sipping his hot chocolate. He had already eaten his waffles.

"Meeting?" Rogue raised an eyebrow, "Among?"

"The big Ks will be having a meeting." Rookie said, "We're supposed to eavesdrop on them."

"Alright." Rogue nodded as she devoured half of her meal.

"When was the last time you ate?" Rookie asked all of a sudden.

Rogue paused to think, "Hm… I guess my last meal was breakfast. Yesterday."

"What did you even do?" he asked.

"Basically," Rogue said, "I explored Tokyo."

She unzipped her jacket, revealing to be wearing a Hatsune Miku t-shirt.


A black jet soared through the clouds.

Both were silent, as usual. Neither were after all really close. Rogue was listening to her iPod, listening to Electric Angel by Kagamine Rin and Len. Rookie was playing with his video game.

"Who's your favorite Vocaloid?" he asked.

"Hm…" Rogue paused the song, thinking, "That's a toughie. I guess I like… Kagamine Rin and Len the most."

"Oh." He said, and nodded, "We'll be dressed up as waiters, serving them food."

"What's the behavior?" she asked while half-listening to Electric Angel.

"We will see nothing, feel nothing, but hear something." He said.

"I can manage." Rogue sighed, then placed her other ear bud in.

This time, she blasted The Snow White Princess is By Meiko into her ears. She closed her eyes, leaned her back against the wall, and sighed in content.


Landing in the afternoon, the two dropped by the Italian EPF station.

"Good afternoon, General Zuzuki and General Tvarkov!" an agent greeted them.

"Good afternoon." They both greeted as one.

"I believe you two will be having a mission here, si?" the agent asked.

The two nodded.

"Come, I am Agent del Nino. I will be briefing you."


It took a while for them to unpack in a local hotel in Rome. Rogue stopped in front of the window, and sighed as she overlooked downtown Rome.

"There will be an agent coming in here, right?" Rookie asked.

"Yeah." Rogue nodded, mesmerized by downtown Rome. "He'll be teaching us how to be waiters, right?"

He nodded.

"You seem glad, Rogue." He said, "Why?"

"Me? Glad?" she said, snapping back to her usual self, "Oh, no. I'm just looking for any threats."

"Oh, really?" he said with curiosity.

She just nodded. Then, she heard a loud knock on the door. It seemed urgent, making her snap to attention. She opened the hotel door; a man in a trench coat and sunglasses stood before her and went in, bumping her harshly on the shoulder. So hard, it sent Rogue staggering down at the side of the door, landing straight onto the floor. Before she could realize what is going on, the man drew out a pistol from his coat and aimed it straight at Rogue's forehead. She looked at the barrel, then to the eyes of the unexpected guest. She looked at the mirror, Rookie's face mirrored the expression she had in her head, a frightened, fearful girl.

She felt that she should fight. Every cell in her body screamed for her to defend herself. Yet, she sat on the ground, dumbstruck. Her brain was already trying to find any weak spots, and found none that wouldn't get her killed.

"Enrique! Wait! She's a fellow agent! Lower the weapon!" she heard Rookie yell.

Rogue looked at Rookie, who held a pistol in his hand. He looked unsteady, but sure.

She looked back towards her assailant. She glared at his blue eyes, narrowing her own. He only scowled, lowered the gun, and straightened. He took out a hand for her to reach. She did, and helped herself up. The man must've been a few inches taller than her.

"Thank you Enrique for cooperating." Rookie said gladly, placing down the pistol, "Man, I am never going to use that pistol ever again."

"You're uh, welcome?" Enrique replied, having a thick Italian accent.

"We're friends, right?" Rogue said, who was still trying to analyze every detail of the incident that happened a few seconds ago.

Enrique shifted his weight uneasily, "I am not sure, it is up to Oliver."

"Um, Agent Felix Enrique, meet General Rogue Tvarkov." Rookie said, "General Rogue Tvarkov, meet Felix Enrique."

"Pleasure to meet you, General Tvarkov." He said as they shook hands. His hands were calloused against her smooth hands.

"The pleasure's all mine." Rogue said.

"Enrique is my friend here in Italy." Rookie explained, while Rogue nodded.

"But... why did you attempt to kill me?" she asked Enrique.

"I thought you weren't Rogue Tvarkov, because you didn't sound Russian through the door" he said.

"Oh right, I don't really do accents during normal conversations. My bad." Rogue said.

"Well, shall we?" Rookie asked, stretching out an arm for Rogue to grasp. She smiled, and took it.

"Si."


The next day, the two walked into a restaurant. Crystal chandeliers hung over the ceiling as the walls were painted gold and brown.

Very luxurious, both could say.

"Buon giorno, come posso aiutarla? (Good morning, how may I help you?)" the man in the front desk asked.

"Il mio nome è Katerina Bergamo. (My name is Katerina Bergamo)" she said, "Il nome di mio fratello è Tomas Bergamo (My brother's name is Tomas Bergamo)" she gestured to her "brother".

"Wait a minute..." the man in the front desk said, fixing his monocle on the two. The two tensed.

"¿Puede volar un pingüino? (Can a penguin fly?)" he asked

Both looked at each other, then cried, "No es que tengamos preocupación de! (Not that we have concern of!)"

The man smiled, while Rookie tried his best not to faint.

"Please, come with me." the man said and made them follow him to the cellar, where two waiter's uniforms were, "You're EPF agents, I only found out yesterday that you would come. Go on, wear it."

The man bowed once more, and disappeared. Rookie turned around and stripped while Rogue did the same. They didn't give the other a single glance as they changed. Finally, Rogue straightened as she finished tying the knot on her tie.

"Man, he scared the living daylight out of me." Rookie chuckled, while Rogue was busying herself with fixing her hair into a bun.

"Let's go, Zuzuki." she said, putting on her gloves, and getting a silver tray, "We've got a meeting to infiltrate."


The two began getting a tray full of drinks. The chefs smiled at the pretty, Italian-looking girl who just gave them a small smile.

"Tomas, my dear, are you alright?" Rogue asked as she watched Rookie struggle with the glasses.

"Ah, Katerina love," Rookie turned to her, "I am quite alright."

"Good to know." She grinned.

One of the chefs commented, "What a loving-a pair of siblings!"

The two just smiled secretly to themselves as they walked out, trays high in the air.

"Hold it, Tomas boy." she said.

He quickly stopped, "What's wrong?"

She just shook her head. She quickly injected arsenic into each glass of wine.

"Thanks." Rookie said as he straightened his posture. Rogue frowned as she started speaking.

"To look like a real waiter, you must have perfect posture. Have a natural walking stance. Hold your tray up high, and greet your customers with a smile." she informed Rookie, while fixing his tie, "Ensure that you speak with the hint of an Italian accent."

"Geez, you sound like Enrique now." Rookie laughed.

"Call-a me Kat or Katerina. Okay-a Tomas?" she said in her best Italian accent.

"I will if you'll-a call me Tomas." He replied, copying her accent.

The two glared at each other, and grinned.


The two entered the private room with ease and gave their customers their drinks.

"Ah, merci." one of them said to Rogue, who smiled back.

"Hm… don't I know you from somewhere?" one said to Rookie, who calmly gave him his drink.

"Yes, you look like that propeller hat kid from… the EPF? Yeah. It's the EPF." Another man said.

"I-a do not follow, monsieur." Rookie replied, mentally calming himself down.

"Tom…" Rogue growled in a low voice as they brushed against each other.

Rookie winced. Rogue rarely calls him Tom, and when she does, there is something seriously wrong.

"Yes?" he said.

"Endure." She said.

He nodded vigorously, "Of course."

The two continued to act like that. Every now and then, they would walk in and out of the room, bringing with them mouthwatering food.

"Rogue?" Rookie said as they exited the room for the nth time.

"What?" Rogue asked.

"I…" he stuttered, "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I know why they're familiar faces." Rookie said.

"Why?" Rogue asked.

"They were former Red Room agents. They are looking for you, Rogue. They aren't the terrorists we are looking for." Rookie said.

Rogue paused, and her silver tray slowly slipped from her grasp.

"What do we do?" Rogue mumbled, "What can I possibly do that will both accomplish this mission and at the same time not end in a bloodbath?"

"Endure." Rookie said, and smirked.


Rogue placed down a platter of clams when the man behind her eyed her.

"You are very pretty." He said.

"Grazie, monsieur." She replied.

"You look very familiar, as well." He said.

"I-a do?" she asked.

"Mhm." He smiled as he kissed her hand, "How about we chat by the balcony, overlooking the Riviera, yes?"

"Oh, I'd love to but-"

Rogue was interrupted by the sound of a thud. Both turned to see a man on the ground with foam coming out of his mouth. Rogue gasped, dropped her empty tray, and ran to the man.

"Monsieur?" she said as he shook the man.

Of course, she knew why he was dead. Her inner Russian self's lips curled into a smile. She knew she did it. She poisoned him, and killed him as a result. She killed a remorseless Red Room former. She applauded herself for that. Her need to kill already coursed through her, and a manic grin was on her face.

"He's been poisoned!" the man who tried to flirt with her yelled.

Before anyone can react, Rogue threw a knife at the man's head, killing him in the process. Screams were heard as Rogue smirked at the remaining men.

"Miss me?" she said in a thick Russian accent. Her eyes changed into a dark shade of green as her hair turned short, curly, and red.

The largest of them, whom she recognized to be Jericho, screamed.

"We're being attacked! Security breached!"

Rookie looked at Rogue in surprise. She'd rarely blow cover on purpose during a mission. He gasped as he saw the chaos in her eyes. She took out several more knives, and threw them at the Red Room formers.

"Who dissected me, thinking that I'm just another one of your play toys." Rogue said as she stabbed one of them, "It'll be interesting to see all of you being dissected, the forces wondering on why you died. What's the word for that? Oh right, autopsy."

The men howled in pain as she continued to wreck chaos. Rookie, meanwhile, tried to call for backup.

10 minutes passed. Rogue was down to one person to kill. It was Jericho.

"Natalia, calm down." Jericho said.

"Calm down? Calm down, the beast says." She said as she stepped on one of his wounds. He whines quietly.

"I mean it, Natalia. Calm down!" he said.

"You never allowed me to calm down. You just violently held me down and began the brainwashing!" she growled as she dug her heel into his injury.

"Natalia. Please." He whispered.

"No." she said as she cocked her gun, "You were never one to say please."

She shot him in the head, and everything went quiet. Her breathing was eased, as if what she did was just so easy. She started yelling and shooting his head several times.

"You never said please! You never told me to calm down!" she screamed as she continued shooting. She lost bullets, and reloaded her gun.

"You want me to now? I am no longer under your commands, for God's sakes!" she cried, "You are nothing but… a jerk!"

She stopped shooting, and kneeled on the ground beside him. She felt so lost, now. Her energy died down, and she suddenly realized what she just did. She looked at the gun she shot, and threw it far away from her.

"Rogue?" Rookie said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm okay." She choked, "I'm okay. I am, and always will be okay."

"I know you are." Rookie said, smiling faintly, "Get up."

Rogue looked up, and saw a helicopter hovering a few feet from the balcony.

"We're going to jump?" she asked.

He nodded, excite in his eyes. She held his wrist, and they turned towards the open door. Enrique sat there, yelling.

"Are you idiots getting in or not?" he screamed.

They looked at each other, and started running. Rogue removed her heels in the process, and clutched them to herself. They jumped on the ledge and jumped.

They rolled on the metal floor, missing Enrique by a hair.

"Will you close the door or not, idiot?" she replied, having a dark smirk on her face.


"It ended in a bloodbath." Rookie finished.

Gary nodded in the tablet. Rogue was busy tending to the scratches on her arms and legs.

"I'll report this to the Director." Gary said, "You two did well today. I am proud."

The two looked at each other, and gave a curt nod.

"Before I go," Gary said, "I'll give you two a few reminders."

"Let it out, G." Rogue said, "At this rate, I don't see what else we should be enlightened about."

"First, I need you back her in two days, Rookie." Gary said, "Second, you two have two days off to explore Italy. Third, you may want to control your bloodshed, Rogue."

"Yes sir." Both said as one.

"Good night." Gary said before logging off.


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