The bustle of the streets grew as the time passed. People going through the streets, buying their groceries, having their casual small talks about work and life. It was just a normal day, like always.

And the man in the olive green suit was there for it. A spy hidden in plain sight.

He was mentally and physically exhausted. Missions after missions that he had taken for the past few weeks had drained his energies through and through. The endless nights, to the snap changes from strenuous sabotages to ballroom dances. It was a truly tiring job that made him question his will and why he is still doing this job.

But the sight of seeing people doing normal things, experiencing those emotions of happiness to boredom. They kept on reminding him why he was still continuing his job. To never have others, to have children, experience those feelings of sorrow, hopelessness, and resignation that he felt all those years back in the war.

He needed to know children to know that there will always be hope. And that knowledge that his efforts were not in vain made this all worth it.

What's a few more hours of sleeplessness anyway? I've been through ranger training; this is nothing.

The spy walked a few more blocks, seeing the faces and being greeted by some past patients along the way. "Morning, Dr. Forger!" One man called out.

The spy turned to look at him, and gave a strong smile. While most of the "genuine" smile was fake, mastered after years of training, some bit of him couldn't help but feel a sense of positivity. His new identity, Loid Forger, allowed him to not only protect the fragile peace in the world, but also to directly help some people as a shrink. But he had to shake off that feeling. He was there for business, not for catching warmness in his heart.

He finally reached that tight alleyway.

Taking the back of his hand, he caressed the bricks on the wall. One of them stuck out in a way different that the others.

With a simple push, a trapdoor collapsed from under him, causing him to fall through the floor.

Soon, he landed into an underground office. It was a combination of white and grey, with that same plant at that corner of the room as always. A flower bud formed on its side from the last time he saw it.

While he waited to see the Handler, he opened up his suitcase. Inside it was a mixture of wires and buttons. He pressed the green button in the top left, labeled "RECEIVE".

From what he knew, there was going to be a math test for his "daughter" that day. Perhaps by rigging her bags when she was asleep, he would be able to gauge her performance in school and plan out his next move. After all, his mission relied heavily on her.

His earpiece went from an electronic buzz, almost like the type that came out of the TV when it was first turned on, to slight static, to a buzzy input of his daughter's voice. And he could hear...crying?

"It was so hard. I couldn't draw some graphs and the numbers did not match up all the time."

His heart sank once again.

In a way, he regretted bringing her into this.

In this battle against the National Unity Party, and his fight to ensure that Donovan Desmond did not use his power to restart the bloody war, the overlaying strategy was to bring her into the fray, relying on her "prowess" to become a top scholar and get into his inner circle from there.

But he should have voiced out the obvious flaws in that plan from the start.

From the secretive nature of Desmond, to the lack in manpower and support, to the most obvious of entrusting an oblivious child to be the key of international peace.

If he had it his way, he would have just worked to find a job as a teacher in the school, then just grow his reputation in the school faculty. That would seem like a much more foolproof plan than doing this.

NO, YOU IDIOT! Even if that was the plan, just becoming a teacher in arguably the most prestigious school in the nation would be a hard task itself, and a simple background check where things more than 5 years before were unreliable will just throw the entire plan downhill.

No point crying over spilt milk. Now that the cranks have started to turn, all he could do was just ensure all went smoothly and to plan.

"I can't get another bolt...I just can't."

That cry he heard over the radio. Almost like a choked mixture of sadness and hopelessness.

Sadness.

Hopelessness.

He would be lying if he didn't feel guilt in that moment.

In his quest to protect the little kids of the world, that little kid he was...

He abandoned the one kid he had to protect.

Perhaps, he had put too much expectations on her. She wasn't bright, but he would be lying if he said she wasn't intuitive. She definitely knew he wanted her to score well. After all, she definitely sees him as her father, regardless of the truth.

What will do with her after all this? What do I tell Yor?

Why was he even putting so much thought into this? Why was he thinking so much for a fake family? Why was this troubling him so much, when he was always able to abandon his previous lives so easily?

"Twilight, you can come in."

Well, he would have to hang those thoughts for now.

"Morning, Handler."

"Morning, Twilight. Have a seat."

"I called you here today, because there has been an update."

"I am assigning you to investigate a situation of interest."

"What do you mean, Handler?"

"I believe you know of the country of Amestris, do you?"

He nodded. After all, who didn't? The angry nation that viewed bloodshed as effective diplomacy until just so recently. They were known to get into war with literally almost every nation bordering them. And through those years, grew technologies and tactics for victory that were just unmatched. They were so powerful, that a sizable proportion of people believed outlandish rumours about how they had wizards among their military ranks, that could sprout buildings out of the ground like trees and burn down cities into nothing but ash.

"Well, the thing is that we have suspicion that espionage from Amestris is increasing in Ostania, from the increasing track records of people and shipments into the country the past few months."

"But couldn't that just be part of their efforts to increase diplomacy in the past year?"

"We thought that as well, but something didn't add up," the woman said as she threw down an old newspaper article with the headline:

Train hijacked, Amestrian exports stolen and nowhere to be found

"Now we did some digging, and found that not only were the hijackers never caught, but we searched through police records, and the requests to HQ to initiate investigation were always denied."

Twilight could see the problem. Who would deny the police to investigate this? Especially, considering that the exports came from a country with such a violent history? There was definitely something that was amiss.

"We need you to do this investigation on the matter alongside Operation Strix. As of now, we don't know how volatile the situation is with Amestris. And if anything, we don't want a three way war with a nation with such a track record of victories."

"..."

Roger.

Author's Note: Dang, it's been some time, huh? Still very tired with military stuff, and training eats up so much of my energy. But I am determined to get this story up.

So I have spent so much time hyping up this OC of mine. Who is he exactly? Well, you'll find out soon. ;)