Til Death Do Us Part Chapter Three
The room was swallowed in darkness as silence sat in the corner watching. The only sound that could be heard was the constant tapping of foot on the floor as the young man sat on the sofa impatiently, his jade eyes scanning the darkness and locking on the redhead standing across the room. Elbows crossed on his chest, head bowed down.

'As usual'

He was wondering if he felt the same about this mission, when the redhead raised his head and met his gaze. His lips in a tight line. It was hard to guess what he was thinking for his eyes held no emotion. No. None at all. Not those amethyst orbs. But he was tired. That was for sure. The dark circles under his eyes made that obvious.

He shuddered at the thought of any woman seeing him like this, for he knew he looked just as terrible. After all, they both had a hard week... a very hard week. He ran a hand through his long wavy hair but they just tumbled down, hanging in sticky clumps covering most of his face. He felt at his pockets and tied his hair in a messy ponytail.

He heard a sigh from the young brunette beside him who sat cross legged staring blankly at the floor. It was obvious he was tired too and that he couldn't care less about this mission more than any of them. No one could.

Of course they would accept it. They always did. They had a whole lot of victims to save. It doesn't matter who. But right now, they all just felt so tired. And could anyone blame them if they were all less than enthusiastic to take on another mission?

Then his eyes fell on the blonde curled up on the chair on the left almost asleep. Almost.

'He's young and it's well past his bedtime.'

He felt a smile tug at the corner of his dry lips at the notion of Manx seeing them all sound asleep, snoring, when she finishes setting up the video.

'Yeah, that would be a riot.'

His thoughts were cut by the voice of their so-called boss, Persia, as the silhouette of the man appeared on the screen. He still can't understand why they had to see this scene again and again every time they got their mission. After all, he is dead. He had died a tragic way. Had they accomplished their mission earlier then, maybe, just maybe, he would still be alive, and maybe, things would be different. But that is another story. No point in wasting time thinking about what can never be. He learned that a long time ago... a very long time ago.

They all tried to focus on what Persia was saying, but in their condition, that was hard... very hard. Manx studied each of them carefully feeling the guilt eating at her heart. They were right. They haven't been given any rest lately and she was beginning to feel like a slave driver. Five missions all in one week ain't an easy job. Ain't easy at all. She pities them, but she had no choice. Kritiker needed them. Everyone was counting on them. Well maybe, that 'everyone' didn't even know Weiss existed, but everything depended on them. Everything. They have to accept this mission. They have to. And she knew they would. She hoped. She prayed.

Author's note: Lady Lucifiel: Gomenne. About the chapters, I'm sorry but I've been very busy lately so I can't make that long chapters. So please just be patient. I'll try to update more frequently. Each chapter of the story represents a cut of the whole story. As of now, the whole time line is a bit messed up and it's meant to be that way to keep you guys guessing. But all will be clear when the time line sets are connected. Just be patient and continue reading. And I hope you'll like it in the end. Anyway. thanks to all those who reviewed. Please review some more. I'd be glad to hear more comments and evaluations. Thanks minna.