"Think 'ou can 'old yourself up today?" Spy snickered after lighting up his usual brand of cigarette, peering over at me from his side.

Adjusting my tie I also plucked a cancer stick from my disguise kit and lit it up, ignoring my comrade's teasing. "Hmph, I assure 'ou I will be fine." Dismissing the side-glances from my other teammates, I strutted up to Spy's side and playfully blew a cloud of smoke into his face. "As for 'ou… Peut-être que tu devrais rester en arrière et lire vos romans d'amour bien-aimée."

Everyone in the room was visibly bewildered other than Spy, casting questioning glances in a not so secretive way. But eventually, they went about their own business and started chattering away, not bothering to care what I said since none of them understood my native tongue. Being French though, Spy knew exactly what I stated. My pinstriped ally turned his full attention towards me, clearly amused. "I could say zhe same for 'ou, mademoiselle." Spy smiled gently. "But alas, 'ou are more into your sinister and gloomy literature as of now. So I suppose my retort iz meaningless." He finished with a mocking shrug.

I couldn't make a remark after that because what he said is completely true. I am interested in dark themed stories. Thankfully I didn't have to seem empty of comebacks for our dear Scout butted into our conversation. "Yo, what kinda crap are ya guys goin' on about? Seriously? Who read books anymore?" The young athlete raised an expectant brow.

MISSION BEGINS IN 60 SECONDS

"Literate people, Scout. Persons such as Spyress and I enjoy knowledge and choose not to be mere simpletons." Spy stated quite earnestly.

Scout scratched the back of his head in wonderment. "Errm… Okay then. Seeya I guess…" It was clear that Scout was baffled. His body language said it all as he walked off towards the gate.

I then heard a guffaw sound behind me. It was Engineer and apparently he had listened in our little chat. "Poor fella. I've heard that many kids his age dun read as much as they used ta like they did back when I was a young thang."

Puckering my lips to the side of my mouth, daydreaming, I can only guess what the world's future and economy will be like. Imagine, millions of Scouts running businesses and political elections; grown adults with his mentality becoming operators and doctors. I couldn't help but shiver from the thought. It must have been noticable because the two mercenaries stared at me.

"Unpleasant vision, Spyress?" Spy inquired, his frame bending forward to stare playfully into my eyes. The corner of his mouth crooked into a smirk. Engineer, however, tilted his head with curiosity instead.

"Non." I lied coolly. "Eet iz just a cold chill."

"In the middle of a desert?" Engineer questioned, clearly dumbfounded yet not convinced.

I cleared my throat as Spy rolled his eyes at me and turned towards the gates, taking his disguise kit out fluidly. There really was no reason to lie. But for some reason I feel like I'm inclined into doing so. I suppose this job is affecting my mindset as well as my behavior…

30 SECONDS LEFT TIL MISSION BEGINS

I glared up at the ceiling. Filthy old hag… I doubt it, but I do hope we get a new announcer soon. Pushing negative ideas aside though, I followed after Spy and took out my disguise kit. Today, I shall disguise as RED's Demoman. Going under the guise of a Scout or Heavy is painfully obvious because it's hard to fake being ridiculously fast or tremendously obese. So honestly I only have 7 classes to pick from.

Glancing over at Spy I saw him disguise as an enemy rogue of espionage. BLU Spy. My stomach churned as I inspected his face. Though it was not the actual man himself, I can still picture that horrible cretin standing right there in front of me. His mocking smile… I swear I might have snapped had the alarm not sounded to commence battle.

My fellow REDs ran out into the battlefield. Spy cloaked, clearly using the cloak and dagger. Scout fist pumped into the air and sprinted towards the bridge, jumping up from the ground and shooting the ground below to ascend himself onto the bridge's roof. As for Demoman, Soldier, Pyro, Heavy and Medic; they decided to make a full frontal push across the bridge by crossing it boldly, just behind our rambunctious Scout. Engineer decided to guard our Intel room. He just came over to communicate with the rest of us for a little bit. I could only guess how lonely he gets. Sniper wasn't here at all. He's on the battlements, like he usually is. Always away from his teammates it seems. I decided to take my dead ringer out and run across the bridge, being the last of us leaving to venture into BLU territory.

I did my best to act just like our crazed demolitions expert. Before feigning my death by BLU Soldier's rockets I managed to make a rude remark. 'Hi thar, Private haircut', I do believe was my insult. I tried ever so hard not to chuckle at his temper as I slinked off towards BLU's Intel room, being completely invisible the whole time. But alas, I have a job to do and I can't exactly torture every single blue colored enemy I come across. Quickly I disguised as BLU's Sniper. He and I are down to earth rivals. I don't need to ask him or anyone else about that fact. I must admit though… I am disappointed that our rivalry is sort of cliché since Spies and Snipers are known to be sworn nemesis's.

My watch ran out of energy so I had to quickly decloak behind a shadowed corner, completely aware of the loud noise my cloaking device conjured. It shouldn't be too difficult to steal the briefcase. I mean every single BLU is outside around the bridge from what I can tell. But nonetheless, I have to keep my mind on track. Then, out of nowhere, a blood curdling shriek struck my eardrums followed by the serenade of explosions. The cry sounded like a young boy. Scout. My better half wanted to go check if the runner was alright but I knew I couldn't. There was respawn and besides, the mission is more important, right? Nodding to myself as I confirmed my only real option, I casually strode into the courtyard and jogged hurriedly up the stairs. In either base I noticed you could hear subtle echoes from either team's Intel rooms from the top of the steps. Right now I hear the sheering of blades, perhaps the clattering of knives? Curiously but urgently, I scurried down towards BLU's Intel room. The clanking noises grew louder and soon, as I was rounding my head around the corner, I heard the sound of cloth tearing and bodies shifting.

What I saw before my eyes made me freeze in total shock. I couldn't- wouldn't believe what I witnessed. What I see as I enter the room trying ever so hard to keep my espionage up as the enemy Sniper, is BLU Spy toppling over RED Spy on the floor, his knife bloody with the blade threatening to pierce through Spy's chest; over his heart to be more exact. I can't see how RED Spy is holding up or what his condition may be but his suit is cut up, his skin bearing streaks of red all over including his clothing, his breathing is hoarse and slow and I can see his balisong at his side, also covered in human plasma.

Trying ever so hard to keep my cool, I crossed my arms and confronted the blue suited Spy. "Oi, wot happened here?" I asked with a short temper, making an educated guess that BLU Sniper treats all his co-workers that way.

BLU Spy looked over at me with ruthless, unfeeling eyes. Underneath my disguise I felt anger flare up inside me but also concern. It took a lot for me to stay put and keep the act up but I managed… for Spy's sake. The enemy Spy lazily got up from our Spy, his knife still in hand with blood dripping from its tip. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat as he approached me. "Nothing much, bushman. Just catching up with old friends."

"Friends?" I asked in exasperation, grunting. The rogue in blue circled around me like a hungry shark, but I dared not to question as to why he would do such a strange thing.

It was then I saw something light up in BLU Spy's eyes. I didn't like it. Especially when he threw an arm around me and inspected his other gloved hand carelessly. "Oooh, but don't 'ou remember zhe little talk we 'ad zhe other night, Sniper? 'ou and I 'ave been quite close lately."

I paused but knew that's what he might have been expecting. So instead, I answered with the first thing that popped into my head. I brushed his arm away of me and dusted off my vest, still trying to act a little grumpy but yet trying to avoid his question all at the same time. "Oh, so that's the piker?" I asked nonchalantly, pointing a finger at RED Spy, his predicament looking much worse than I feared. I began to grow nervous. Not just over Spy's health, but my own.

I couldn't see Spy as he swiftly snaked his way behind me. I can practically feel his smile and every vibration from his footsteps. "Oui." He said rather darkly. Spontaneously, I felt a hot wave run up my spine and something like an alarm spread throughout my body. I turned around rapidly and barely managed to dodge BLU Spy's lethal swipe, his blade nicking my shoulder but thankfully it only cut the material and not my skin. I was so close to getting backstabbed. It made my knees weak just thinking about how imminent my end was. Alas, I dropped my disguise and jumped in front of my wounded ally. Hastily I looked over my shoulder to check on RED Spy only to witness his dazed, blank stare upon me. I could tell he was on the verge of going unconscious but at the same time I saw his effort in trying to stay awake, his elbows propped up from the floor while his irises wavered from me to my adversary. I won't let this monster get you again, Spy. Don't worry.

I positioned myself into a fighting stance and so did the BLU. Clearly we were going to have a battle of knives. But of course, the second he comes at me I'm going to whip out my revolver and shoot that bastard in the forehead. But before any of us could make a move, the clomping of boots was heard from above. A few explosions and gunshots sounded and then a barrage of even louder footsteps coming hastily down towards the Intel room. I bit my bottom lip as the BLU Spy smirked evilly at me from across the room. Cocky, sadistic bastard...

"I do 'ope 'ou are not expecting your team to save 'ou." Spy simpered as his posture bulked from self-confidence. "BLU can, and always will, outclass RED. Zhere iz no plausible way zhose simple minded fools could ever work zheir way down 'ere, let alone a paper bag." He ended with a devilish snicker and twirled the knife playfully in his hand, flicking RED Spy's blood from it in doing so.

Soon after BLU Spy finished taunting me I heard a familiar clicking sound. It was horrifying and made my heart beat to rapid degrees, but thankfully, some good came out of it. Before the blue suited man and I could think or react, a huge flurry of flames smothered the mocking Spy. The scene unfolding before me was quite frightening. BLU Spy's face distorted into something of absolute pain before it melted from his skull. The smell of dead, burning skin struck my sinuses as the petrified madman collapsed onto the floor into a flaming heap. His attacker was an ally but…

"Rrh yuhh Okehh?" The masked creature in a red haze mat suit tilted its head curiously as it turned away from its crispy, flaking prey.

It is talking to me… What do I say? "O-oui." I replied with a notably shaky voice. It took a while but I have finally succeeded in slightly understanding Pyros; not really something I cared to do but I eventually caught onto the muffles. I couldn't really have helped it if I tried, mind you. Remembering my fellow injured Spy I immediately rushed over towards him. I noticed, as I attempted to lift his arm over my neck, that he was smiling. RED Spy began to chuckle weakly as I lifted him up from the floor. I gave him worried glances, our Pyro taking a couple steps towards us to see what was so funny. Though I'd rather it stay where it was…

"Hehehe, zhe role of 'damsel in distress' 'as been filled in by me eet seems…" Spy smirked pessimistically to himself. I saw his eyes shadow over almost like his pride was hurt or something as such. "Can 'ou save me zhe trouble Spyress and…" He looked away distantly, his voice fading out before he finished.

I lightly shook his shoulder to grab his attention but ended up failing for he continued to look away. I was growing testy but also paranoid as time passed by. No doubt more BLUs will be coming down soon. But, why is Spy acting so strange? This time I tried to speak to the dazed man. "Spy… Whatever do 'ou me-"

"Nothing." Spy perked up as a wounded man ever could manage. "Just… please get me out of 'ere before we're noticed. I apologize…" I could hear a hint of anguish in his tone but I simply nodded in reply, deciding it was best to ignore his gloominess and focus on planning a way out of here.

WE HAVE TAKEN THE ENEMY'S INTELLIGENCE

Startled by the witch's screech I jolted my attention towards the table where BLU's Intel lied. There RED Pyro was giving me and Spy a thumbs up, giggling from its triumph as it hefted the briefcase onto its back. "Nhhd ahn ehscorhh?"

Warily I looked over at Spy who didn't seem to object the decision, but he did stare at me funny from my sudden hesitant mannerism towards Pyro. Reluctantly I nodded and presented a free hand for it to lead the way. Pyro cackled again, mumbling something I couldn't make out as I lagged behind with Spy draped around my neck. As we traveled up the spiral stairwell I noticed from the corner of my eye that Spy had a cut on the back of his baklava, revealing hair. Though we are hobbling along and the added weight I'm hefting is definitely assisting my boots in crippling my feet, I managed to inspect RED Spy's locks. Dirty blonde, hm? And here I was thinking chestnut…

A rocket hurtles towards us. I don't get the chance to scream nor dodge. Suddenly a sound of rushing air is heard in front of me and the rocket disappears followed by the death cry of BLU Soldier. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, I hear yet another mocking laugh from the Pyro guiding me and Spy. This thing isn't as bad as I thought… It's honestly attempting to help us escape in one piece. Perhaps not all Pyros are as bad as I presumed. That is besides that BLU Pyro. Mumbling abomination…

"Guh aherhd. Hyhm stehyhn behhnd." Pyro gestured for me to head towards the grate near the right side of the spiral's entrance. I then saw a BLU Demoman stroll out of his spawn from the door to our left, Pyro instantly igniting him. The black Scottish Cyclops ran off screaming into the courtyard as Pyro scurried off after him with the Intel still strapped on its back. Without hesitation I hurried Spy towards the grate, then the exit and finally the dirty water below the bridge. As disgusting as it is, we have to use it to get back into our base.

We were both alone as we clomped through the sewer. The only noises that we heard was the sound of water swooshing from us dragging our feet and the faint sounds of battle engaging above us. Spy's breathing relaxed during our hike here, but his injuries are no better. From a side-glance I could make out the vacant, empty expression my ally has bore since leaving BLU's Intel. We were nearing the steps but I decided to prod Spy on his thoughts, choosing the tentative approach. "Monsieur, what iz wrong?"

He was unresponsive, eyes clouded and hurt.

"…Iz eet because 'ou lost to zhe BLU Spy?" I asked precariously.

I was surprised when Spy blinked and glanced over at me, his visage seemed to have livened up more. "Eet would be bull-'eaded of me eef I said no." He mused to himself for a second before continuing. " 'onestly, I am not as stubborn and egotistical as most Spies zhat 'ou may 'ave encountered." He finished with a crooked smile.

I stopped at the base of the steps so I could speak to the man in red with more privacy. "What 'appened down zhere, mon ami?" I felt a strange feeling come over me. Sympathy perhaps? No, something more…

"I'll just summarize eet all up for 'ou." Spy sighed. I dragged us under the stairs for Spy to lean against the wall, and, so I could relieve my muscles from all that extra weight I had to carry. The blood on his suit appears to be more visible now that we have time to take a breather. The gashes on his shoulder, abs and back appear to be pretty painful and it's clear as day that his cheek is bruised judging by the purple mark that's near his darker eye, peeking from under his sliced up mask. Blood drizzled down from his glove as he retrieved a cigarette shakily from his case, lighting it up and inhaling the nicotine with pleasure. He was badly hurt but at least he can function, even if it's limited movement. "I made eet into zhe BLU base easily; not at all difficult as I anticipated. But alas, getting a'ead of myself I went straight for zhe Intel room without much caution. I thought maybe BLU was more focused on zhe battle outdoors rather zhan defending zheir base. A naïve thought, oui? So zhere I was merely inches away from zhe briefcase when I encounter zhat damn BLU Spy from Dustbowl. 'e was surprised to see me and called our meeting ironic since zhe whole point of transfer was to get zhe two of us away from each other." Spy habitually dusted off his suit with one hand, blood smearing onto his torn glove. "We fought as 'ou might 'ave guessed, but zhe bastard got zhe upper 'and on me when I 'eard an awful scream from outside. I froze up during our duel, thinking eet was 'ou who was 'urt."

"M-moi?" I was taken aback, urging myself not to gape at his sudden concern for me. "But we shouldn't let teammates get in zhe way of work. Even me." I replied hastily, trying to avoid the awkward realization of what he might have meant in that last statement. I shifted my eyes anywhere but on him, uncertain if he saw me flinch.

I uttered a tiny gasp of surprise when I heard Spy shifting. Curiously, I dared to face him. He managed to stand on his own but he trembled. But even while in this condition, Spy's stature turned back into that smooth, sly rogue I saw when I woke up in the infirmary the other day. Putting his plasma-covered hands into his pockets, Spy gave me a spicy stare. "But 'ou saved me, did 'ou not?"

"True…" I shrugged, trying to collect myself before I portrayed any signs of naivety in front of Spy. I haven't realized until now that I really did save him. I left Scout behind for the sake of the mission but not the new recruit of our team? What on Earth came over me to become so hypocritical in a matter of minutes? Snapping out of my inner thoughts I directed my attention towards Spy, deciding to return the notion and give Spy an alluring look as well. "But what can I say? I was in zhe 'eat of zhe moment. And besides, Pyro took care of zhe In-"

WE HAVE DROPPED THE ENEMY'S INTELLIGENCE

Spy burst out laughing at me, grimacing in mid-chuckle from his wounds. I growled in my throat and rolled my eyes. Pyros… I still deem them reckless. Spy calmed down to a playful smile and nudged my arm with his elbow. "What was zhat 'ou said about Pyro? Eet iz taking care of what?"

"Ugh…" I bit my bottom lip, irritated, and forcefully took Spy by the arm to continue our retreat towards the infirmary. "Nagging prune." I whispered bitterly under my breath after hiking up the steps and into the courtyard.

"Ahaha-Ow!… Try not to be so rough, cheri!" Spy exclaimed with a pained smirk. He seems pleased now; more so than how he was earlier. I admit I shouldn't be so flustered, though it does infuriate me to hear that woman bellow over our misfortune through the intercom and carry the guilt of trusting that Pyro to take care of the enemy Intelligence. Pyro probably thinks of this war as a game while that horrible lady runs both RED and BLU. I created that theory not long ago. It's not one-hundred percent fact, however, if what I think is true, then why doesn't she get upset if we lose? Sure she'll put us down and torment us with her 'melodic' voice, but we never truly get punished.

At the time I didn't bother to care about Spy's condition for he seemed to be well enough to make smart remarks, so, I continued to drag him into the medical bay. After closing the door behind us I noticed Demoman rubbing his eyes and leaning against the wall beside one of the respawn pods. I opened my mouth to say something, but two pods away from him, another teammate spawned.

Pyro stumbled from the machine holding onto its head, clearing its senses and regaining consciousness. "Mmph…" Pyro swayed a little bit as it tried to stand its ground. Demoman peered over at it and chuckled, fully recovered and ready for battle. The two mercenaries are clearly oblivious to our presence… I was about to make a smart comment regarding it, again trying to speak up, until Pyro started to shout muffled slurs of what I think to be obscenities. I could only make out so much out of it though. "Thht blhsthhd Hrrvy! Mmmmph hudda huh!" It continued to rant but gradually made its way out of the room. Spy and I gratefully stood out of the way as it exited. Hello to you too.

Demoman adjusted the cap on his head and strode towards Spy and I. He clasped his hand onto my shoulder, his single eye glued onto me. "The lad's pretty sore aboot losin' the case. I was helpin 'im til that beached whale ambushed us wit bullets." Demo cracked a mischievous smile. "We'll get it bock. You'll see." And with that, the scot fervently left me and Spy alone in the infirmary.

"Ugh… s'il vous plait, just get me to one of zhe beds." Spy croaked, his condition catching up with him. Upon closer inspection I noticed his drag was gone. Most likely from out little 'jog' here. Swiftly but gently I helped Spy onto one of the cots. Sitting up, Spy sluggishly removed his jacket and loosened his tie, leaving his vest and undershirt on. A colorful image filled my mind just then but I quickly shot it down. No! I shall not even envision such… ludicrous fantasies! "Spyress." I vigorously jerked towards Spy. Apparently I was unconsciously biting my bottom lip while tightly folding my arms in deep thought. Thinking quickly, I focused on keeping my cool and clearing my mind. "'ou seem troubled. Iz everything alright?" It was insensitive of me to stand there in my own selfish fancies as my own ally lies on a table, technically withering away.

"Fine." I replied with a content tone, internally frustrated with myself. "I was just looking back on today's happenings… Certainly troubling indeed. Nonezheless, zhe past iz zhe past. Tomorrow will be a better day, oui?" I strolled over towards the nearest window and raised the blinds. Light filtered in, giving the room an orange hue since it was around sunset. I looked back over my shoulder for a response. I'm trying to move on to another subject not having any to do with my… imaginative mind.

Spy's face was blank for a moment only to form a smile seconds later, folding his arms behind his head as he lied back onto the table. "Hmm. 'ou always find zhe positives in a situation, don't 'ou?"

I thoughtlessly giggled at that. In my own ways, good or bad, I suppose I always do. Whether it's perking up Spy or killing off that wretched former BLU Sniper, there is always some optimism to be had if only a little of it in its own ways. I shrugged one shoulder zestfully and strutted next to RED Spy's bedside. "Per'aps. Does zhat make me, Miss Wonderful?" I asked, saying the last couple words with a heavy French accent.

Spy chuckled slyly and looked at me with his unique heterochromia eyes, neatly folding his hands on top of his chest. "'ou want my opinion, do 'ou?"

"Only eef you're willing to tell, Monsieur." I cooed in a sing-song voice. Something about Spy brought out the best in me. And even though it might be unfavorable for the war, it certainly benefits me. And since I've been here, I do believe I deserve something as special as this… Non?

"Mademoiselle," Spy said as smooth as silk, leaning in closer to me. 'ou are-"

A pod door opened suddenly, both Spy and I flinched, startled by the newcomer's presence. Groaning and stumbling for balance, Sniper exited the respawn pod. I waited patiently with an awkward poise as Sniper stabilized. Soon enough the bushman noticed our existence, brushing his hat up from his eyes to get a better look at us. "Oi… Wot are you two goin' on about here?" He raised an eyebrow with interest.

"Spy was greatly wounded in battle, Monsieur Sniper." I was quite to the point, adding a subtle sweet tone so not to seem shrewd. "I found and brought 'im 'ere just recently… but what about 'ou? Who was eet zhat murdered 'ou zhis remarkably fine day?" I tilted my head questioningly, adding some dark humor towards the end.

The sharpshooter's face fell to a scowl, remembering his most recent defeat. "That bloody enemy Snipah done me in while I was tryin' ta direct Scout towards the fallen Intel. The little ankle biter was too jittery an' hyper ta really pay attention ta me or anything else around him. Still, the twitchy little bloke could've heard me from the distance between us… Scout's already died once this round, I suppose he's eager ta get blown away again." The Australian man finished with a defeated sigh and a shake of his head. He broke off from his reminisce quickly though, and tipped his hat politely at me and Spy, pacing casually towards the door that leads to RED's hallway. "Get well soon, mate." Sniper called out good naturedly and waved a hand without looking back, closing the door behind him.

It was just me and Spy again. The moment before had gone and passed, much to my disappointment. There is an uncomfortable atmosphere now, so I decided that it was time to take my leave. Gingerly, I patted Spy's uninjured shoulder. "I must go now… I shall inform Medic to take care of 'ou zhe next time I see 'im today."

"'ou are leaving?" Spy interrupted with subtle disappointment. He hastily changed his demeanor and instead replaced it with a light smile. "… Well, of course 'ou must. Zhere iz a battle to finish out zhere." He paused in thought suddenly. I hummed for his attention, which resulted in the man in red to grin vivaciously back at me. Something clearly dawned on him. "So, eet appears to be my turn to sit out now, hm? Jokes on me! Hahahaha! Oh, cruel irony!" Spy briskly laughed at his own hardships, still lying down on his cot. I responded with a good natured chuckle as well. I remember how earlier today he was teasing me on how I should watch out for myself today. Karma has no mercy on those who mock, it seems.

SIXTY SECONDS LEFT IN THE MISSION. SIXTY SECONDS LEFT IN THE MISSION.

Yes I heard you, you insufferable dog. It was then I felt a pressure on my back coercing me to move. It was Spy. He was straining his hurt arm as he leaned forward, trying to push me back towards the battlefield. I stared back at him, his half lidded eyes filled with warmth. "'ou can go, cheri. I will be fine 'ere."

"Spy…" I uttered from under my breath in acknowledgement, smiling warmly from his chivalrous move.

The RED rogue relaxed back onto the cot with a slight grimace. Pain did not alter his jubilant expression, however, for he still laid his eyes upon me with strong emotion. He shooed me away with his hand suddenly, a flirtatious smirk plastered on his face. "Go now. 'ou are taking away time from my precious 'beauty sleep'."

I mirrored Spy's high spirited state, curtsying whilst smirking. "Eef 'ou wish, my highness."

When I turned on my heels for the door I could hear Spy stifle a laugh from behind my back. Who needs retirement or a vacation to enjoy yourself when you have a comrade as good as Spy?

The seconds ticked by quickly but neither team won today. It was a total stalemate. I discussed Spy's injuries with Medic when I ran into him after the brawl ended. He appeared troubled by the news but whisked away towards the medical bay with concerned haste, much to my relief. Hopefully Spy will be alright. Thank god we get a break from the constant battles tomorrow. Perhaps I can aid Spy recover? Abruptly, another strange thought crossed my mind. Dear lord, what is wrong with me and my weird daydreams lately? Have I gone ill? Maybe I am new to these strange feelings? My last job and my father never truly allowed me to explore human emotions, which I do confess does sound quite inconceivable, but alas is undeniably true since I have also been anti social since I was twelve. Being this active with Spy, I'd say I finally hit the milestone in communicating and relationships.

So then… what is the emotion I am so unfamiliar with? What is it that I have not yet felt? Sleeping later that night was difficult for the same questions buzzed in my head along with bearing a weight of apprehension in my chest until it was so late that my body forced me to go to sleep.

It's going to take a little longer than before to finish and upload chapters since I still have to deal with school. But, don't worry though. This story is FAR from dying out. May I also thank my readers once again for reading on and subscribing!