A/N: I guess you're probably already sick of me always apologizing for taking such a long time, so maybe I should start to apologize in advance...
Well, enjoy this new chapter to the best of your abilities, meaning, I hope you like it!
Amber took a deep breath as she sat down on one of the chairs in the hideout she had managed to procure for 'Evening Primrose'.
After all that planning and scheming that went into this plan, she was relieved that the first part of it went very well, with her and Maki safe and a member of the MI6 incapacitated.
It hadn't been planned that April would see them and it could complicate things a little, but considering that the dark skinned woman was now probably in the ICU in the hospital, there wasn't much she could do to hinder her plans.
The sound of a chair being moved caught her attention and Amber turned to smile at the small boy that now sat beside her. Maki's power was incredibly significant for what she had planned and though she felt bad about what would most probably happen to him, she didn't feel too bad about it.
It was for the greater good after all and the life of one Contractor – no matter how young he was – in exchange for the rest of the empowered population of earth was a small price to pay.
The boy was just finishing his cup of hot milk when Amagiri walked into the room, carrying a small portable TV, much to Amber's amusement.
When the red-headed man noticed the look she gave him, he just shrugged and told her that he wanted to know what the media made of the attack.
The blonde haired woman had to admit that the words of the other Contractor made her curious – it could be amusing to watch how people talked about conspiracy theories when they didn't really know what was going on.
In fact, several of her greatest schemes had been concocted while watching the news or some other 'informational'-program, where they talked about several theories that could explain incidents and discussed how corrupt the government was – which it was, but these people had no real way of knowing that.
Because of her curiosity Amber didn't stop Amagiri when he turned on the TV and turned to a program that was famous for it's up-to-date news and how they always interrupted their other shows because of these news-flashes.
The three Contractors – well, two, considering that Maki was completely uninterested in the whole thing – didn't have to wait long and, as the explosion had only happened an hour previously, that was quite an accomplishment.
"We apologize for interrupting the current program with a news-flash. Today at four o'clock in the morning a building…"
While listening to the list of victims inside the building and watching the pictures of said people cross the screen, the woman nodded satisfied – everything was going just as she had planned.
Or so Amber thought.
The next few words made her freeze up in shock as she stared at the picture of someone she never would have expected to see there.
"But also on the outside people were harmed by this explosion. Three people on the street were heavily injured – one cab-driver, one woman in the cab and a man standing outside of it. One of them died on the way to the hospital, while another is still fighting for their life – the last one, while badly injured, is out of danger. It is not known yet, who of those three people is dead and who is injured.
Due to the security cameras of the building on the other street-side, we were able to procure a video that shows how these people were injured. However, probably due to the explosion, most of it was destroyed."
Numb with horror Amber watched as the man she knew as Hei ran to the cab, knocking on the door and talking to April. She watched as something fell out of his hand and he knelt down to get it, just in time for the explosion to hit.
For a moment it felt as if she couldn't breathe.
-heavily injured-
-died on the way to the hospital-
-fighting for their life-
Without stopping to think about what she was doing – only Hei managed to get such a reaction from her, whether he did it consciously or not – Amber jumped to her feet and practically ran out of the room.
Just before she left it, she remembered to call back to Maki and Amagiri to put a temporary hold on their doings – they couldn't act rashly now.
She had to find out what had happened to her former team-mate and if she was questioned by the rest of Evening Primrose, she would just tell them that she had had to find out whether her plan was ruined or not.
They didn't need to know the truth.
Cold water ran down his arms as November 11 washed his face in one of the bathrooms near Shengshun's hospital-room.
He had stayed with the younger one until the dark haired man had fallen asleep again and only then had he dared to leave the room and call a nurse to check up on the injured bomb-victim.
Sighing deeply the MI6 agent dried his face and arms, hating the fact that it wasn't even noon yet, but two people important to him were incredibly hurt and he didn't know what could happen in the future.
But not only that, oh no, he had also discovered that he was slightly attracted to someone he had at best considered an acquaintance – something he really didn't need when he was going to hunt for February.
Shaking his head November decided that he was going to ignore this strange attraction as much as possible.
He was a Contractor after all, so how difficult could that be?
Nodding to reassure himself the blonde left the bathroom and as soon as he raised his gaze, looking down the corridor he was in, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a blonde girl wearing strange clothes walk around a corner, thus vanishing from his sight.
Immediately the MI6 agent ran down to the corner he had seen her at, his heart pounding in his chest when he realised that in was the hallway leading to several rooms, including the one Shengshun was lying in.
November turned the corner, but there was nobody there.
Did I just imagine it?
He was sure that he had seen February, only a lot younger than when he had last seen her, though that wasn't really surprising considering the price she had to pay for using her power.
Running one of his hands through his hair the blonde wondered if he had been thinking that much about his former co-worker that he had been seeing her when she wasn't even present, but he wasn't sure.
He usually had more faith in his own mind than that, but it seemed lately he had been getting unstable.
No wonder, really, with everything that was going on, but as a Contractor, as someone who was considered an emotionless killing-machine, it was bothersome.
November pressed his lips into a tight line as he finally moved down the corridor towards Shengshun's room.
Just as he wanted to enter, he heard a voice inside – the voice of a girl and it was frighteningly familiar.
Ignoring the voice that called his name, he quickly entered the room, but other than the occupant that should be there, there was nobody else present.
Maybe I really am seeing things – and hearing things too…
A hand on his shoulder caught his attention and November turned towards Decade, who was frowning at him, asking why he hadn't replied when his name was called.
The Contractor was tempted to tell the older man about his apparent delusions, but he stopped himself – it did nobody any good were he to let his superiors think that he was mentally unstable.
Instead he apologized with a smile and answered that he had been in thought and hadn't heard him. That answer apparently satisfied Decade and so the blonde asked the balding man what he wanted.
The other MI6 member was just about to answer when he caught sight of the still figure in the bed before them.
His eyes widened and a look of genuine surprise crossed his face and while it was gone as quickly as it had come, November had seen it and it made him suspicious as his gaze followed the other's line of sight to Shengshun.
"Is something the matter?"
The smile on the blue eyed man's face was guileless and his tone friendly, but November never would have expected the usually guarded man beside him to actually answer his question.
Thus he was genuinely surprised when Decade started to answer, only to abruptly stop himself.
"This man is-"
Realising that he had almost said something he shouldn't, the bearded man cleared his throat and changed the topic, but there was a strange glint in his eyes that made the blonde uneasy.
"Never mind, I just thought he was someone else. I was looking for you since I want you to look at the file that contains February's mission-reports and the information we have on the mission we sent February on, the mission that caused her to betray the MI6 when she infiltrated a crime-syndicate of both humans and Contractors. Maybe they'll help you a little."
The Contractor nodded, but he wasn't really listening to Decade anymore – ever since the other Contractor had deserted the MI6 he had wanted to take a look at the mission-reports, but he hadn't been able to get the clearance to do that.
Despite his inattention though, he did notice the look the older man gave Shengshun before he left to get the file and the blonde had to admit that he didn't like it. It unsettled him that his superior had been that surprised when he had seen the younger man and that last look...
November really didn't like the venom in it, almost-friend and boss or not.
Frowning he closed the door to the room and walked to the bed, settling down in one of the chairs standing there. April would laugh at him and then drag him drinking could she see him now – the blonde was sure that he had never frowned as much as in these last few hours.
Shaking that thought from his mind, he waited for Decade to return with the files.
A cell-phone rang several times before someone picked it up.
"What is it?"
"We have an excellent opportunity to keep both November 11 and Hei out of our way for some time."
"What do you mean?"
"I found out that the two of them met and are apparently quite close – of course that happened while they were using their aliases and Hei is probably trying to get information on the MI6's movements, but it is an opportunity for us."
"Explain."
"If I can give November 11 the real files we got from Amber – not the ones we fabricated – and the diary we found, he may start to suspect Hei's alias, which would keep him out of our way for the time being and Hei was injured in the explosion and is in no condition to investigate the recent happenings and, were November 11 to distract him, it would reduce the chance that he and Amber could meet."
Silence.
"It's a risky plan. What if November 11 finds out the reason of Amber's actions? He is no fool."
"That's true of course, but then it would be no problem to eliminate him, besides, he trusts me – or he trusts me as much as a Contractor can trust somebody."
Silence.
"You have my permission to go through with your plan and give November 11 the real files. Besides that, inform Huang that Hei is in the hospital."
"Yes, sir."
"Be aware that, should your plan fail, you will have to face the consequences – I won't tolerate failure."
"I understand."
Beep, beep, beep.
After half an hour November wondered if he should look for Decade, in case something had happened to delay the older man, but in the end he decided to stay put.
It was none of his business if something happened to the balding MI6 agent and it was probably nothing anyway.
Just as that thought had crossed his mind, the door to the room opened and in came the one November had just thought about, carrying an armful of folders that contained the information the blue eyed man wanted to have.
Decade put them down on the unused bed beside Shengshun's and with a small wave the older man retreated back into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind him.
November couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the strange behaviour and again he had noticed the look Decade had sent Shengshun, but, while it made him suspicious, there was nothing he could really do about it, so November opened the first file and started to read.
First there were only the mission-basics – that she was sent to infiltrate the syndicate and what measures had been taken to make her mission successful.
It was only later that things got interesting and November was startled to discover that February had written a diary. It wasn't full of emotions and inner thoughts and whining about things, but rather she simply wrote what her impressions were of something.
The first few weren't really anything special, but then he finally came to the point where it was getting interesting.
Hey diary – long time no see!
From now on you'll have to call me 'Amber', since that's going to be my new name.
Why the new name? Well, that's because I've been 'adopted' into a new 'family' any they decided that my old one wasn't suitable for them.
It took me some time to make sure everyone trusted me enough, but now I'm finally allowed into a team of four and we're going to South America, to the 'Gate-Wars' as they're called around here.
Today I met my team-mates and I have to say that they're an interesting group – two other girls and a guy. One of the girls worked for the CIA once, or at least that's what the other girl told me (why am I calling them 'girls' and not 'women'? That's because they are girls. The CIA-girl is maybe nineteen or twenty and the other girl is about fifteen, which surprised me a lot actually. I knew that Contractors are recruited young, but that young?) To make everything easier to write, I'm simply going to call the CIA-girl 'Red' and the younger girl 'White'.
The only male in the team is 'Black' and from what I could tell, he and White are siblings, he's two years older than her and the real shocker? He's human – completely, fully, ordinarily human. Well, maybe not ordinary, since he works for the syndicate and is apparently good enough to fight with Contractors, but it's still surprising that there's a person with no powers whatsoever on a team that is going to be sent into one of the most dangerous and Contractor infested areas on the face of earth.
It really makes me wonder just why he is on the team and what he did to be.
Well, that's it for today, the team is going to do a few team-exercises and then it's off to South America.
November stared after reading that entry, thinking to himself that the woman who had written these entries had maybe exaggerated her persona as an energetic woman a little bit too much to be credible, but it wasn't anything to really worry about now.
She had probably done that to keep people who may have the opportunity to read it, off-balance about her personality (though November doubted that February really gave anyone the opportunity to – she was too good and too paranoid to do that).
The moment the MI6 agent had read that her code-name was 'Amber', he had remembered the way Shengshun had screamed that name in anguish and betrayal and it took the blonde some time before he managed to get his bearings back.
It was probably just a coincidence that the younger man knew someone who was named Amber and after thinking about it for a little November put it off as nothing.
It wasn't an unusual name after all and he was sure that, were he to take a look into a phone-book, there would be several people with that name.
Satisfied with the excuse he looked at Shengshun again, maybe for the tenth time since he had started reading, which annoyed him quite a bit.
He was supposed to research February and not watch the younger man sleep, but it was difficult to simply look away when there was no danger of being caught staring by anyone.
Turning his thoughts back to the entry, November had to admit that he was quite startled by the ages of Amber's team-mates.
It was unusual that people that young were sent to a battle-field, even if they were Contractors (and one of them wasn't one). The reason for this wasn't worry about their emotional development or something like that, but it was simply because the bodies of children and teenagers couldn't take as much abuse as was necessary for a war and most organisations, legal ones or not, preferred to let the children they could recruit grow and use them smartly when they were older instead of immediately sending them to the battle-front as cannon-fodder when they were still young.
It made November wonder just what the abilities of these children were that had made the syndicate think that they could handle such an environment. It was even more interesting because there was a human among them and from what February reported it was a teenager.
Intrigued the blonde started to read the next entry of the diary – he wanted to find out more about this.
A tiny voice in the back of his mind asked him why Decade hadn't given him this information when they had come to Japan to look for 'Amber' – it would have been useful then.
Dear diary, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Since I last wrote in you a lot of things happened, so I guess I'll start at the beginning of what happened.
After the team-exercises I told you about, we went to the area we were supposed to fight in for now and about a day after arriving there we got into our first fight.
Do you remember when I told you that I was curious about Black and how I was curious about him?
Well, now I know why the syndicate put him in our team, other that White being there.
He is ruthless.
Now that I write this, I realise that it sounds very tame, so maybe I should elaborate a little. We were ambushed by six Contractors who were nearby (don't ask me why we couldn't have been put down in a more secure area that could have let us slowly go to the more dangerous zones) and we were separated – White fought alone against some guy, Red fought against one too, which left two for me and two for Black.
White and Red were driven away from me and Black when one of them made something explode, but at least that allowed me to dispose of the two men attacking me – and then I saw it.
It was incredible how Black made short work of the two Contractors, but what really shocked me was that he did it all without batting an eyelid. Hadn't I known better, I would have thought that he was one of us as he killed them.
Due to my own contract I usually fight without my powers, but I wouldn't hesitate to use them should the need arise to do so, but Black doesn't have even that. I have to admit that I'm impressed.
White and Red were okay by the way and it was even more surprising to find that the merciless killer I witnessed actually had a soft spot for his sister.
Her remuneration is to sleep for a certain amount of time and he cradled her against him like she would break any second.
Red did away with her opponent without using her power and I'm really curious about it.
Well, that's all that really happened so I'll leave you for today.
Taking a deep breath November again stared at the paper lying in front of him. This entry had been as interesting as the last one, especially because it had focused on 'Black' and February's thoughts about him.
The MI6 agent knew from experience just how difficult it was to impress Amber, so it was startling that a seventeen-year-old boy had managed to do it in just one day.
It was easy to tell that the woman was intrigued by this boy and if it were one of the strange romance-novels he knew women sometimes read, she would have fallen in love with him, seen the error of her ways and then they would have eloped with that guys sister to see a happily ever after.
November had to snort at that thought.
Amber was way too professional to even think of such an idea, betrayal or not, she knew better that to do something like that. Contractors only cared about themselves and nobody else, much less a human – at this point November was blatantly ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that snorted at him before pointedly looking at Shengshun. How is it possible for a voice to look at something? Or the voice he tried to blatantly ignore – so it was more probable that she was simply interested in the teen's fighting abilities.
Refusing to look at Shengshun again, November continued to read entries that focused more and more on Black and only a little on February's other team-mates.
Hi again diary.
This is another entry that's mostly about Black, but I can't help it, since he is a fascinating person.
I've never met someone who has such a contradicting character that I sometimes wonder if he suffers from a split-personality.
On one hand there's Black the assassin and on the other, there's White's brother.
Today was another prime example of what I was to convey to you.
We ambushed a small group of enemy Contractors and tried to get information from them – usually such a feat is quite easy, since most Contractors are only loyal to themselves and when tortured, they give away information quite easily.
But this time it was different.
It seems that those sending out these teams learned quickly that our kind aren't as loyal as they need to be, so they put a human on the team, who had all the information we needed, while the Contractors didn't know anything.
It was annoying, but we killed them off and only kept the human alive, while we decided what to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Contractor myself, I couldn't care less if we tortured that guy, but since I've never really tortured anyone, I didn't know where to start.
Black took that decision out of my hands though, much to my surprise. If anything, I would have thought that Red or White would start with it, since they are like me, but instead the human of our group did our job.
And believe me when I say that it was frightening, even for me.
I'm not squeamish in the least, as many of my colleagues know, but happened there made my stomach give a flip.
The man we captured was formidable and incredibly loyal to the organisation he fought for – he didn't give an inch, even when Black broke one rib after another, but when our team-mate started to cut off toes and fingers, even he started to waver, but he still didn't give us the information we wanted.
When Black started to peel of his skin he started to talk, but most of it was begging for it to stop – pleas that Black completely ignored.
As a Contractor I have complete control over myself, but when I looked at Black then I felt fear for the first time in a long while.
There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't even register the fact that a man was screaming and sobbing because he was torturing him – but that wasn't the worst thing.
The worst thing was that his eyes were dead.
There was no light in them and it was like looking into the eyes of a corpse – and I know that I wasn't the only one who was bothered by this, because after taking a look at Black, the man started to curse at him for being such an 'unfeeling monster' and it was clear that he thought that Black was a Contractor.
When Black told him that he was a normal human, I think something in our captive broke, since he lost complete control of himself, writhing and trying to attack us.
In one movement Black threw him on the floor again and started to stab him in strategic places that would hurt our reluctant informant, but not kill him.
It went on and on like this until we finally got the information we needed and we could dispose of the- well, after Black was finished with him, it's not possible to call him 'man' or even 'human' anymore, since he was really nothing more that a clump of flesh that cold talk.
Afterwards Black went to a nearby lake and washed off all the blood on his weapons and on himself, looking completely unbothered.
That was Black the assassin – a frightening, brutal and ruthless man, incapable of feeling emotion and colder than any Contractor that I've ever met.
But then there's another side to him: Black, White's brother.
Whenever they are separated on the battlefield Black gets frantic, desperately looking for her and only relaxing a little when he finds her safe and sound.
He is the one that always holds her close when she pays off her contract and he does everything in his power to protect her, even though she is one of the most formidable Contractors I've ever met. When she is injured, he mothers her, taking over her duties and telling her to rest, always keeping an eye out for danger.
That is White's brother – caring, kind, not exactly emotional, but so human that it sometimes hurts to look at him, when he cradles White against his chest, like a parent would their child.
It's fascinating and I know that I'm not the only one to think so. Red is always watching him too, but the two of them don't really get along.
But heaven help the one who tries to attack them when they are fighting back to back – when they work together, they can be compared to a hurricane.
Nothing but destruction is left in their wake.
It's an awe-inspiring display of skill and power, but were I to tell them that, I would be glared at, since they don't like to be complimented for their team-work.
This is a never-ending well of amusement for both me and White.
I befriended her recently – at first to find out more about Black, but when I noticed that she didn't want to tell me anything, I started to talk to her just for the heck of it, since Black is about as sociable as a rock and Red is practically never around when there's no mission.
I really don't want to know what she is doing when she is alone, since I sometimes get the feeling that it involves small defenceless animals and a bunch of throwing-knives.
Well, I guess that's it for today, since it's my turn to make dinner.
After reading this entry November decided that February was right – Back was interesting and the blonde wondered just what kind of person the human really was.
Meeting him would probably be very interesting, since there weren't many people who were that… extraordinary – if you put it nicely.
But he didn't even know if Black was still alive, since the chance that he survived the destruction of the Gate was minimal. It would also be interesting to know whether he had managed to live in society after doing things like torturing that man, or not, but, if Black really was as cracked as February had described him, it was doubtful.
Another thing that hadn't escaped the MI6 agent's notice was the fact that Amber had stopped calling Black a 'boy' – she now described him as a 'man' which made him wonder how their relationship would progress.
So he continued to read entry after entry, all of them getting more and more emotional, unstable and strange.
Dear diary,
let me tell you that today is not a good day.
I know that I probably shouldn't think that way, but I can't help it. Today I realised something that unsettles me quite a bit and it's frustrating too.
I'm jealous.
I'm jealous of White, since Black only cares about her and her wishes and I don't like that. White and I usually get along great and I like her a lot, but after she uses her powers, while she is paying her remuneration, I can't help but hate her a little.
It's unsettling just how emotional I've become these last few weeks and it's all Black's fault, though I know that he has no idea that he had such a profound effect on me and even Red.
Yes, even Red is quite taken with him, which surprised me at first, since they didn't get along at first (as I told you in earlier entries), but it seems that she finally decided that he is 'worthy' of her emotions – or maybe she is in the same boat as I am and simply can't help but like him.
Unfortunately – or maybe fortunately – he wouldn't even notice it if it was twenty feet tall, hot pink and jumped on him.
But back to the topic of just why I'm jealous. I hope you remember that I wrote in one of the previous entries that Black cradles his sister against him when she sleeps and he does that in such a way that you could think they're lovers instead of siblings.
Which is disturbing to think about, but it's obvious that she is the only one he really cares about.
It makes me wonder again just what made him the way he is, something which I've been thinking about a lot recently.
You already know what I think of his 'split-personality' and it makes me envious that White can have this gentle side without even having to ask.
That's the worst thing about it. White doesn't appreciate it one bit, no, she takes it for granted most of the time and sometimes watching the two of them makes me angry, since it's now obvious to me that Black was at first gentle and only learned how to be brutal later on.
Re-reading what I wrote just now makes me laugh, since I sound like one of those females in a romance-novel, which is the last thing I want to be.
It scares me sometimes, I admit, just how emotional I've become that I can be compared to a non-Contractor, much less one of those women in novels.
I've been getting closer to Black and I have the feeling that he is slowly letting me in, trusting me, but there is always a certain distance between us that I can't bridge no matter what I do.
Oh, but watching Black and White while she sleeps hasn't even been the worst of it, no. Black was injured and he won't let me help him, since it could wake up his sister, no matter that she can't wake up because her sleep is contract-induced, but he won't listen to me.
But today, after watching them, after watching Black bleed, I swore that it won't always be that way. I'm going to get him to trust me and if it's the last thing I'll do.
November's eyebrows rose until they almost hit his hairline. While at first it had been a rather unemotional diary, now it was practically the journal of a hormonal teenager crushing on one of her school-mates.
The blonde couldn't help but grin at the thought of the cold, professional woman he had known writing something like this – it was unexpectedly hilarious, though November could relate to some of the things she mentioned.
After reading all those entries, he wanted to meet that boy she had met even more, if only to laugh at February later on for falling for someone – he ignored the voice in his head that whispered 'Hypocrite!' – and he wondered what kind of person could make the MI6's best agent fall for him.
Just as he was about to continue to read, someone knocked on the door and with a sigh November put down the diary in his hands and walked to the door, opening it and looking at a doctor, who said she wanted to talk to him.
Looking at Shengshun for a moment, the blonde decided to close the door to the room, not wanting to wake up the younger man with their conversation.
Sighing relieved Amber slowly crawled out of her hiding place beneath the empty bed that stood beside Hei's. She had thought that November was never going to leave, but he had finally left the room – for once she wasglad for her childish body,which had made it possible for her to hide like that.
Slowly she walked to the bed Hei was sleeping in, looking at his relaxed face that only sometimes twitched in pain, when he tried to move and jarred his injuries.
Words couldn't describe just how glad she was that the assassin was alright – or as 'alright' as one could be after being caught up in an explosion and it pained her that she couldn't even tell him that she had been concerned and that she was glad that he was alright.
Amber knew that, the moment he saw her, he would try to kill her, no matter what she said or did. Sighing deeply she turned to look at what November had been doing – she had heard him turn pages of a book of some kind and while it was possible that he had simply been reading a book to pass the time, she knew that he wasn't the type to calmly read something when the ones responsible for the injuries of his team-mates were still free.
Thinking about that, she started to wonder just what the MI6 agent had been doing in Hei's room – shouldn't he be waiting for news of April?
She had already confirmed that the dark-skinned woman was still alive, but in critical condition, but she really wanted to know what November was doing in the dark-haired man's room.
She hadn't foreseen that, she hadn't even dreamed that Hei could be close to someone in this city other than his current team-mates, but it seemed that the assassin was always out to prove her wrong.
Amber decided that she would order Amagiri to investigate the connection between the two men while she turned towards the book November had been reading.
She almost dropped it when she realised just what it was, shocked that it had survived the destruction of the Gate and shaking with horror as she turned to the last page in her diary, which was holding a small sketch of Hei in full battle-regalia.
Her heart thundering in her chest, the blonde Contractor prayed that her former colleague hadn't gotten to that part yet, as she hastily grabbed all the other files and stuffed them into a bag she had found in the only closet in the room – which would have been her preferred hiding-place hadn't she thought about someone looking for something in it.
She then closed the bag and opened the window of the room, looking down to see the small park surrounding one part of the hospital and quickly throwing the bag out of the window.
She just managed to close the window and crawl back beneath the bed, when the door opened and November came back into the room, muttering curses under his breath about annoying doctors, who couldn't give him clear answers about April's condition and who badgered him to go home and rest for a little, when it wasn't his fault that he hadn't slept the whole night, and why couldn't she leave him alone?
Amber smirked while she listened to the man's ramblings – she couldn't help it, but somehow she thought it was hilarious to hear the usual calm and collected November 11 that frazzled.
The smirk was wiped off her face when the blonde man stopped rambling and started to earnestly curse after realising that the files he had been reading were gone.
Both Amber and November froze, though, when Hei started to groan a little, obviously waking up from his pain, exhaustion and drug-induced sleep.
Erm, well, I guess the diary-idea is weird, isn't it? At first I wanted to write reports that Amber sent to the MI6, but then I found that if I did that, I wouldn't be able to write everything I thought needed to be written, so that spawned the idea for a diary.
I also changed the rating, since I thought that this chapter is a little hard for the current one.
Anyway, as always if you find mistakes, please tell me and I'll fix them and I hope you enjoyed it!
Yours,
TTF