The Spy and the Assassin
Summary: what if Loid and Yor found about each other secret identity very early into their marriage
When the war ended and peace began to return to the country, Garden, her agency, in order to protect their workers had begun to buy several apartments and houses throughout the country. These buildings were turned into fully furnished safe houses full of medical supplies and clothing where Garden workers either assassins or cleaners could go to mend their wounds clean themselves and or rest before returning to their homes or regular jobs. Her apartment is one of such safe houses. It was not that uncommon to come home and find someone already there sleeping tenting to their wounds or either eating her food, this last part always pissed her off.
Tonight, she completed another mission, two actually, they were the 5th and 6th ones this week. The second mission had been a harder one to complete, there had been more people to kill, more than they originally thought there would be. Jordan Jamieson (the client's name), somehow knew that there was a hit on him and had hired more guards, more thugs, and few mercenaries most likely thinking that they would be more than enough to protected him, but ohh how wrong he was. He and his higher idiots were now dead and their souls making their way to whatever afterlife they believed in . With a new mission each night of the week, dealing with her daytime job, and moving out of her old apartment and in with her new husband and daughter, no wonder she was exhausted. In her line of work if her mind and body weren't at 100 percent it would get her hurt if not killed, and tonight her exhaustion almost got her killed.
She let out a hiss as she undressed each movement causing her pain. The anesthesia that Thistle, one of her old mentors, had given her has already worn off. She stood in front of her mirror in only her panties looking at the patch of gauze above her hip hiding her new stitches from view. She had never been more thankful for the safe houses than she was today, it would have been hard to find an excuse for why she was covered in blood, bandaged, or bruised when she was supposed to be working at city hall or whatever lies she had given that day or any time she had a mission going forward.
She has barley falling asleep it seems when something woke her up. She sat up in bed immediately in high alert, scanning her room for any signs of danger or any threats after a minute and found nothing wrong, no one there to hurt her. Her mind must be playing tricks on her after all she had just came home an hour ago from completing a mission that nearly killed her. Returning to bed and closing her eyes she hopes that she can get more than 10 minutes of sleep this time, when she heard it. Crying, someone was crying, no, a child was crying, but who's child? She became fully awake when the crying turn into screaming
"-NO! STOP IT! IT HURTS! I DON'T WANT TO! IT HURTS!"
"ANYA!" Her mind scream as she stumbled out of bed grabbing the first thing she saw on her nightstand.
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