"Oh, really? That's fine." A scornful male's voice came from other side of the phone. She couldn't stand his arrogant attitude long since, though, she had to keep all negative emotions inside. He's her boss, the old man who distributed missions, she knew it, crystal clear. Without him, she might have died, alone, at anywhere and any time, or suffered through a miserable girlhood.
"You've promised me a three-days' off, now what?"
"Oh, yes, of course." Rimuto replied. Through his voice, she could even image the sinister smile on his face. "After receive comfirmation from other spies. I don't think you've forgot these old rut regulations, have you?"
What a nasty dreary old bald.
In disgust, she rang off her mobile phone, banging it on the surface. Her partner quietly sat beside her and took a dip of malt whiskey, not even casting her a glimpse, fully enjoying her leisure time.
Noise. All sorts of people gathered in this small bar, chatting about gossip or rumors spreading around, however; Miria was not in the mood to care about those stuffs, halfly because she's not interested.
She lowered her head, staring blankly at expensive translucent liquid in the glass, tired. Her thoughts wandered back to her childhood, when she lived in an orphanage. The time she growed into a teenage, the organiazation missioned with the government, trained her as a secret spy. Since then, she dedicated herself to this risky yet well-paid job. To tell the truth, she didn't hate, maybe kind of love this venturesome life although working as a spy was always considered extremely dangerous, just like a mercenary work.
But everything had changed since three years ago.
She fetched out her leather purse and gently unfolded it, the black-haired man on the photo remaining fresh in her memories; his silver eyes, charming smile, and featurely face, his images appeared into her mind, and she could still feel his soft, warm body, his breath, his heartbeat.
"Still thinking of him? That Rigald guy..." Galatea laid her glass down, greyish blue eyes turning to the spiky blond beside her, "He's dead...for almost three years."
"Then WHERE IS HIS BODY? The organization didn't find it, did they?" Miria was more agitated, almost shouting out loud, but when she realized different glares shot from around, she tried to control her emotions, "Sorry...I just, just can't believe he's dead."
"Whatever." Galatea shut her eyes as casual-like, draining her drink and whispering, "It does no good losing yourself in such sentimental memories, Miria. If you have free time, think about your approaching holidays, making a plan for the sake of your agreeable time. It will be better."
She slowly left her seat, paid off their bills, loaded her heavy sniper rifle and stepped out.
She's right. It's no use drowning in past memories. Just a short while ago, she exactly behaved like a young girl getting lovesickness, while she's not a teenage girl anymore.
The spiky blond hair woman smiled bitterly, ashamed; she rolled the photo into a ball, throwing it into a empty trash can.
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"Sorry for being late."
"We've been waiting for you, Rubel."
In the dim light, four men were gathering around a huge silver-white modern-styled table, discussing, Lines of datum shown on a big screen in the front of room, provding the dingy room with rays of faint glow.
"How about your research findings, Dae?" A masked man in black asked. Dae turned his head and stepped forward, half of his twisted face decayed.
"Statistics show that female spies are twice as more efficient than male when carrying out the mission, and costs of developing them are lower, so are their injury rates."
"So we're going to completely give male spies up then?" The silver-haired man sitting in his corner questioned, expressionless.
"We are lying under severe lack of funds, don't you forget that, Rimuto? Until that "special plan" is operated, we won't gain too much cash in ready." Rubel pulled his wide brim lower over his eyes, grinning, "So, the top priority is the cost reduction."
"It's settled then, no more arguements." Rimuto nodded and agreed.
"There's another thing I'd like to report."
"Just spit it out."
"In recent months, it's said that the man suspected has appeared there nearby." Rubel flicked the picture on the table, the eyes of other suddenly gaping at it in disbelief, leading to an awkward silence.
"Is he...still alive? That's no way possible."
"No matter what, we have no energy or money to investigate it. Time is money. As long as he is keeping good and never trying to get us in troubles, temporarily, just set this aside and turn a blind eye."
"Maybe you're right." Dae clapped his filthy hand to get rid of some dirt, insidious smile on his twisted face, "I'm going to demonstrate my new experiments, let's dismissed then."