Is All Really Fair In Love And War?

Chapter 4

The vacation ended, just as all vacations do. Today was the day of Zaphikel's last mission. He had been called to Sevothtarte's office yesterday for a briefing. It was apparently very important since the dictator of all heaven was involved. He rarely dirtied his hands with simple killings, but today's assignment was unusual, and something just didn't feel right. Regardless, Zaphikel left around ten o'clock that morning. And, about five minutes later, a few of Sevothtarte's employees knocked on the door. Anael answered it only to be taken by surprise and shock as she was captured.

Zaphikel's mission was supposed to be completely confidential. Some rebel stole a valuable secret from the government, and Zaphikel was to kill this spy while arresting those involved. The spy whose life would soon be taken away was described as a mute woman with spiky, red hair. This would be easy enough.

The rebels' hide-out wasn't hard to find. In fact, maybe it was a little too easy. But, this was his job. If it was a trap, he would find some way to escape it. His lover was waiting at home for him with his child in her womb. There would always be a reason to live as long as they were alive.

He entered the building through a hatch that led to the basement. It was dark inside, so he couldn't see very well. From what he could see, there was a girl sitting in a chair pointing a gun at him. She was mumbling incoherent sounds, and she had red hair that spiked around her face. This must be the spy. But what's that clicking sound coming from across the room? Zaphikel looked to his left to see a bomb in the corner. So, it was a trap after all.

He decided to kill the woman first and then worry about his own survival because if he failed this mission, the government wouldn't give him that simple desk job that he so desired. And if that happened, he would have to break his promise to Anael. So, he sent a blast at the girl in the chair which knocked her head off. No, wait. That wasn't her head, that was a wig. The red hair was replaced with long, blonde hair that looked strangely familiar. Impossible. It couldn't be. But, it was.

"Anael!"

And the bomb went off...

Author's note: I'm sorry about the long wait. I've got a lot going on right now in my life, but please, keep reading, and I'll do as best as I can to update sooner. Thanks.

–black-ocean