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'Bratva' is Russian for 'Brotherhood'. Incidentally, it is also what the Russian mafia is called. Soo Jin her refers to the shady part of the company as the Bratva, but it's not the mafia. Just clearing this up.
So here we go~ I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. -le bows-

Chapter 2: Mission

'What the hell?'

Soo Jin couldn't believe it. The 'job' as Anya had delicately put it, was…this? Something so atrocious, so disgusting, so immoral – even by her standards, which were pretty goddamn low in her opinion. Wrenching her gaze from the image of the very familiar man with overlarge eyebrows on the holographic screen in front of her and turned to look at her brother, her lips twitched into a forced smile.

'What. The. Hell?' she repeated as her brother stared back impassively at her. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?'

'You!' she turned to the emotionless man beside her, 'I know you know Artie. Everyone does. Why aren't you speaking up?'

Nikolai looked up from studying the screen and only spared her an irritated glance.

'A job's a job. No questions asked.'

What a prick. A definitely handsome prick, but a prick nonetheless.

'You slimy, bed-wetting, gooey son of a mutan-'

'Soo Jin, aru,' her brother muttered uncomfortably, 'I know this may…unsettle you but-'

'Unsettle me?' Soo Jin spat out, standing up roughly. Her chair tipped backwards, wobbling unsteadily. 'Of course it unsettles me! He is one of us, dammit! He is-'

'-compromised,' Anya said, cutting her off, a smile plastered on her face. But it held no warmth.

Soo Jin had nothing to say to that.

'Listen, Soo Jin,' Yao said softly, 'I know that Arthur Kirkland is – was – one of your comrades-'

'He saved my life, da-ze!'

'-aiyah! Alright, he saved your life once but he has now become a threat to the Bratva! He hasn't been replying to our messages, and has seemingly disappeared off the planet. He knows too much and on top of this, is in close contact with the Iroas. The Iroas is hell-bent on taking the Bratva down, as I'm sure you already know. One slip of the tongue and our cover will be blown. I'm sorry, Soo Jin, aru, but this is an emergency elimination.'

Soo Jin sank back into her seat; her legs seemed to be too weak to hold her up. An EE? Arthur Kirkland was one of the most loyal agents she had ever met. He was annoying, sure, and going out drinking with him was a complete nightmare, but his presence always commanded some sort of respect from her. He was the best spy in the Bragainski Bratva. She couldn't believe that he had just abandoned a mission. There had to be something she was missing.

'Can we get to the point already?' Nikolai said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

'Da, I was getting to that,' Anya said pleasantly, touching the screen and moving Arthur's picture to the side. Another person's face popped up beside his – this time a girl's.

'This,' Anya said as she turned to look at them, 'is the Iroas – Amelia F. Jones.'

'….she doesn't look special.'

Soo Jin frowned and leaned forward, scrutinizing the girl. She had to agree with the emotionless idiot at that. She had blonde, shoulder-length hair clipped on either sides with red pins and vivid blue eyes. She was pretty, that was certain, and had a wide grin on her face. In all, she looked like one of those stereotypical Americans fresh out of college with their big dreams which would most likely fail.

'But,' Yao said,' she is the one who has killed more than fifty of our agents and stopped more than a hundred jobs. It's getting quite tiresome, aru.'

'Well, what does this have to do with Arthur, da-ze?'

'Arthur was told to infiltrate that nosy American company,' Anya said, an eerie smile stretching across her face, 'find the Iroas' identity and await further instructions. Everything was going perfectly, da? Jones was revealed to be the face behind the Iroas and so, he was ordered to eliminate her. Which he didn't.'

'He didn't even reply to us, aru. And killed whomsoever we sent after him!'

'Da.' Anya said, 'Also, he knows too much being one of our top agents, as Yao-Yao has already mentioned.'

Soo Jin sank back into her seat, digesting the information. Arthur and she had never been that close but he was a figure that had always been there in her life, and the idea of killing him seemed a little insensitive. He was a part of their family – however cracked up and twisted the family was. And family meant protecting each other. Not killing each other on orders. Soo Jin hated herself for feeling like this. Indulging in making friends was always a bad idea but no, she had to go and make deep connections with everybody. In a life like hers, she had no business making 'friends'. Family and friends lead to morality and loyalty – two things she never liked to think about. And they always led to this. Drowning in guilt – a pitch black void of emptiness with one torn between killing himself and killing everyone else.

So now she had no other choice. Orders were orders. If she was ordered to kill Arthur Kirkland, she will kill Arthur Kirkland.

'Alright then,' Soo Jin said hollowly, 'Get this fucking over with.'

Yao nodded, gazing sympathetically at his adoptive sister.

'Sure, aru. Anya?'

His fiancé nodded and turned to the duo in front of her.

'So, you understand now, da? The last time we came in contact with Mr. Kirkland was in Italy. We have an agent posted there and have also sent for a backup agent to help her. Now you both will go there with the research team and help.'

'Help?' Nikolai spoke up, leaning forward with his brows furrowed, 'We're assassins. Killers. Not researchers.'

Anya smiled nervously at him to which Soo Jin frowned slightly. Why did the Russian woman act so skittish around her brother?

'Da, but you know Arthur. He's the best at what he does. He is stealthy and deadly. With the Iroas by his side, he might just be invincible. So we need you to be there. You're the top agents in the Bratva and are our only hope in bringing him down, preferably along with the Iroas. I'm putting my trust in you.'

'Da. Fine then.'

How Nikolai took things so flippantly, Soo Jin would never know. She would have sent him an irritated glance but she was too preoccupied thinking about the mess she had been dragged into.

'Alright,' she said, 'We go there, find him – if he's still there which is quite unlikely – and kill him. Bonus points if we kill the Iroas.'

'That's about it, aru,' he brother said, smiling uncomfortably.

'But what if he isn't there? What do we do then?'

'Well, that's simple,' Anya smiled unnervingly and looked at both of them, 'You go on another trip.'

'So you mean that we are going to travel around the freaking world if he isn't there?'

'Da. It's a very long mission. And a very important one. Arthur Kirkland has to die.'

'What if I say no?'

Yao walked forward and laid a hand on his sister's shoulder.

'He will kill you,' he said softly.

Soo Jin clenched her fists. Of course. No one knew who he was, but rumours had run rampant on agents who disobeyed the Bratva's orders vanishing. He was the real Director of the Bratva. Anya Braginski was probably the only one who had ever saw him and returned back alive.

'This is so unfair, da-ze,' Soo Jin mumbled.

'But you can't do anything about it, da? Let us move on.'

'Da, siastra's right. Stop moping.' Nikolai said. Soo Jin's face flushed and she glared at him. Rotten, poopy son of a bi-

'Stop cursing me inside your head. It's annoying.'

Soo Jin looked at him, startled.

'Hey!' she said in an agitated voice, 'Who said I was cursing your sorry ass, da ze? I have better things to do than that!'

Nikolai coughed out something that suspiciously sounded like 'liar'.

'Well,' Anya broke in, smiling happily, 'Looks like you both will get along just fine.'

Soo Jin snorted.

'Sure, da ze.'

Soo Jin squeaked as a dark aura began to emit behind the European siblings and scrambled up to hide behind her brother. Yao stepped in quickly.

'Anya, the passports?'

Anya's face suddenly relaxed into a smile and she nodded. 'Da!' She opened one of her desk drawers and rummaged around a bit to finally take out two passports, two airplane tickets and a sheaf of other paperwork. She tossed their new identities onto their side.

'We decided to keep your names the same. Being tourists will help, da?' Anya said while the other two examined their respective papers, 'But we did make a slight-'

'WHAT THE HELL IS A MRS. SOO JIN IM, DA-ZE?'

'-change,' Anya finished, not seeming the least bit disturbed by Soo Jin's outburst.

'You're married, aru. At least, fake-married. Did we not mention that?'

'No you didn't! Why would you do this?'

'It's more believable this way, da?'

'But..but, with that jerk?'

Soo Jin pointed at said jerk distastefully, who just scoffed.

'Yeah, don't flatter yourself. Don't worry, I don't want to get fake-married to that either.'

'That? What do you mean by that? Excuse you, I'll be the perfect wife, da-ze! I make the best kimchi ever!'

'Oh, that makes everything perfect. Making kimchi automatically makes you the perfect wife. Yeah, right.'

'Um, guys?' Yao's voice broke in but Soo Jin ignored him.

'Don't you dare insult the name of kimchi, you peasant, da-ze!'

'Aru! Anya doesn't look happy…'

'You've been playing too many weird video games. You really need to work on your insults.'

'Oh, the spade's out, aru.'

'For your kind information, insults originated from South Korea, da-ze!'

Soo Jin felt a hand grasp her sweater's back and was thrown through the door. She yelped as she fell on the hard ground. As she made to get up, another body slammed into hers pushing her down. She groaned.

'Get…off…me..da..ze!'

Nikolai struggled to pull himself up and scowled at her.

'Oh shut up. It's not like I'm enjoying this.'

A pile of papers hit their faces and Anya normally deceptive sweet voice yelled at them:

'Be at the airport by 9 AM tomorrow, da? Don't dare to be late.'

Then her voice dissolved into a series of 'Kolkolkolkol's.

Nikolai finally manage to get himself off her and started to collect the papers spread on the ground. Suddenly Soo Jin became aware of the silence in the room. She stood up unsteadily to find all the workers looking at them wearing terrified expressions on their faces. Nikolai shoved her ticket, passport and Mission Analysis to her roughly and turned to look at the employees.

'What? Go back to work.'

And they did. Gee, the guy was a little too creepy.

Nikolai started to walk towards the elevator and Soo Jin scrambled to follow him.

'Damn, man, these guys are terrified of you, da-ze!'

'I'm aware of that,' Nikolai replied coldly, slamming the elevator button.

'You look like a prissy though,' Soo Jin said and then sighed dramatically, 'Humans. I'll never understand them, da-ze. If only life was a video game.'

Nikolai ignored her and walked in the elevator. Soo Jin scurried inside after him.

'You should talk more, da-ze~!'

'You should keep your trap shut more.'

Soo Jin stuck her tongue out at him. Bastard. They remained silent throughout their walk toward the opening doors. Soo Jin smiled and waved at Madeleine while walking out, who returned the gesture. Nikolai snorted.

'What's your problem, da-ze?'

'Nothing.'

Nikolai turned to look at her disapprovingly.

'Don't be late tomorrow.'

'Of course I won't! Punctuality was made in Korea, da-ze!'

'Sure. Now go away.'

Nikolai had only taken a few steps towards his car and glanced behind to look at the energetic Korean – he was worried that she may have face-planted in the road or something, he definitely didn't want to see her pretty face one last time – and stopped short when he saw her skipping off to...

Of course. Who else would have stolen his parking spot? He saw her notice him looking at her and she waved enthusiastically.

He showed her the finger.

useless author's useless a/n: -facedesk- This probably sucks. I'm sorry. Yeah, I totally switched POVs in that last paragraph. Damn me to the deepest pits of Tartarus.
FUN FACT: Iroas is 'heroas' which is 'hero' in English. 'Tis Greek. I think it fits America, no?

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