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"So…you want to tell me the "secret mission" now?" Sakura was sure to create air quotations to emphasize her meaning. They [Hinata and Sakura] stopped a while ago in an abandoned playground, devoid of any human activity.
"Yeah. Apparently, there have been some murders in Russia and all trails lead to an organized crime group called the Solnsevskaya Bratva." Hinata shrugged her shoulders casually.
"Ace!" Sakura drawled sarcastically, "What does this have to do with MI-6 though?" It bothers her how casually Hinata could act when just moments ago, her face read, serious.
"Oh, I forgot to mention that the dead bodies were our agents. Remember Brent Price, Ashcroft Bryant, and Vivian Rogers?" She looked at Sakura for a second, for a confirmation that she could continue to talk. Sakura nodded her head. Hinata continued. "They were doing some undercover recon work, nothing too big on the scale, until they stumbled upon an interesting file involving the Solntsevskaya Bratva."
"And why does David…I mean the Director want me to take this case?"
"Because you blithering idiot, the "interesting file" they dug up involved another case you worked with. Remember Sasuke Uchiha? The bastard who hacked the computers at HQ and stole files on the group? The one you spent a year and a half chasing? The one that put you through a mental and emotional hell you've never been through? The one that tried to manipulate and seduce you? Well it turns out he had a reason for what he did. Fugaku Uchiha, the founder of Solntsevskaya Bratva, is his father."
Sakura inwardly groaned. Au contraire to what she felt at the moment, Sakura did remember Sasuke.
"Oh. And why are we mentioning his name in particular? Of what importance does this guy have on this operation?" Sakura did not want to work with Sasuke on thsi case. She simply could not, would not work with him. There was so much history. So much pleasure. So much pain. Her face crunched into a semi pout, semi duck face in order to show her displeasure. She only succeeded in making an idiot out of herself. Her eyes closed and she faced heavenward. It almost looked as if she was praying. And all of this seemed to have gone unnoticed by Hinata.
"Director wants him to help because he definitely knows something about his father that we don't, but don't worry, he won't be interfering with your work." Sakura let out a sigh of breath and Hinata continued, "No, he'll be your direct partner. You'll both be on this case. TOGETHER." Ending on this note, Hinata wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Sakura's heart slammed into her chest, lurching her forward on her feet. It's almost like getting stabbed in the heart. At this moment in Sakura's life, someone could suggest stabbing her and she would be much obliged to rip open her shirt and give them a perfect target. That was how horrible her predicament was.
Back to Sasuke a thousand miles away. His ruined Ralph Lauren suit crunched as it made contact with the door frame. Sasuke knew he shouldn't have used RL. Always stick to the comfortable designer. Calvin Klein. As he pushed the message button on his answering machine carelessly, Sasuke walked away. Simply because he did not care about who called and what they were calling for.
"Uchiha. This is MI-6. We have information regarding your father that you would be delighted to know. A letter has been sent to you from us regarding this information. Remember one wrong step and you're going back to where you came from. Hell [prison]."
Sasuke stomped his way through the living room to stare, if not glare, at his answering machine. He replayed the message a million times over, just to make sure that he was not hearing things.
"MI-6 wants me to help them. What are they, bloody idiots? Sasuke knew more about his own father than they do of their own agents. He still decided to check his mail. Maybe there's a way to humor them."
Sasuke strolled over to the counter where he carelessly dropped off the mound of envelopes earlier. Searching until he found an envelope addressed to him but with no return address, Sasuke instantly knew this was the letter the agents on his answering machine were talking about. He opened the letter quickly, and he found a whole briefing about a case. Concerning his father. Interestingly, they had information that Sasuke did not know about. However, Sasuke knew there had to be a catch. Government agents always needed something in return. Sasuke read on and his eyes widened. He had to work with Sakura. Sakura Haruno. That bloody sadistic narcissist? Sasuke preferred to go hell a thousand times over than to cooperate with her. Cursing in Russian and then in English, Sasuke knew what he had to do. He had to face her. He had to face them. And he had to face his father.
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