THE SPY AND THE ASSASSIN
Chapter two:
One thing he learned as an orphan in the streets of Westalis during the war was to survive; he needed to be a light sleeper. This lesson followed him throughout his years, from a child in the streets to a soldier in the army to his life as a spy, and this has saved his life countless times. Even though waking up to any sound had benefits, it also had drawbacks. For example, when he was overworked, tired, and had gone more than 24 hours without sleep, the only thing keeping him awake was the massive amount of coffee intake. When his missions were over, and he finally was able to go home (e.g., the streets, a hotel, an apartment), he would be asleep before his head hit the pillow only to be awakened by the barkings of dogs, the arguments of neighbors, or the honking of cars passing by only to find out that only a few minutes had passed since he closes His eyes.
Today was one such day. Today, he woke up earlier than usual, with barely an hour of sleep, to attend a meeting with Wise before his shift at the hospital started. He was glad that Yor had agreed to take Anya to daycare on her way to work; this saved him the stress of rushing back home to take her himself before rushing back to work, and his day had been hectic from seeing real patients to fake ones (E.G., fellow Wise agents) and having his second meeting of the day. It had been around 2:00 in the afternoon when things started to calm down, and he realized that he had not taken any of his breaks and had not eaten lunch or breakfast.
It was in the break room, pouring himself his fifth, sixth, or maybe seventh cup of coffee (or maybe it was his 10th; he lost count), that he met an elderly Doctor, Dr. Jung, who led Twilight into his office and handed him a warm container with food after hearing Twilight's stomach grumble.
He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, letting his daughter watch her cartoons as long as she kept the volume down. He had been hoping to get at least an hour of uninterrupted sleep before anything else, but it seemed that luck wasn't on his side. Not even 20 minutes later, his phone was ringing. It was wise with an urgent mission, and they weren't taking no for an answer, which had left him with a problem of what to do with Anya.
Yor wouldn't be home for a few hours more (mandatory overtime, she said). Yes, he called her, and Frankie, who had looked after Anya before, was spacing his parents. He didn't know or trust his neighbors well enough to leave his daughter with them. Twilight had no choicebut to take the child with him to his headquarters.
Twilight doesn't know how he did it, but he managed to convince his handler to look after Anya so he could do his mission.
The mission was supposed to be simple. He had to go to this fancy hotel to meet a man and his two friends to retrieve a packet, and in exchange, they wanted it to be smuggled out of Ostania. The packet supposedly had information in blackmail material of Ostania government officials, and amongst them, supposedly, is Donovan Desmond. Hopefully, with that information, they can get Desmond, and Operation Strix can be closed before it has a chance to start completely. Twilight doesn't like the idea of this operation hanging on the shoulders of a six-year-old child. This last mission was urgent because there was a hit on these men, and it was going to happen tonight; he needed to get this packet before the hit happened.
He knew that something was wrong as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. His fellow Wise agents, who were posing as guards, were nowhere to be seen. Walking down the hall, he noticed the strange smell of chemicals. It was the same smell that was clinging to the strangely dressed group of housekeeping employees getting off of the elevator. Now that he thinks about it, if he is right, this type of chemical is mostly used in crime scene cleanup, which means...
Ohh shit, ohh shit, ohh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The mission was already a failure; the hit had already happened. His targets were most likely already dead, and there was a large chance that his fellow agents were also dead because the ones who answered the hit were a shadow organization known as Gardner. Wise had almost no information about Garden. There was no information about where the headquarters were or how spread out they were in the world. No details on their assassins, who they are, or what they look like. One thing that Wise was sure of was Garden Assassins were some of the best; they left almost no trace behind, no weapons, no blood, and not even the victims. What little information Wise had on Garden came from a few videos or buildings that were cut to be wipedclean.
His tiredness and lack of sleep must be affecting him because how else could he explain how he found himself flung across the room, and a woman with familiar red eyes had him pinned against the wall with a very pointy object pressing against his neck.
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