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Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Unlooked-for
THE PAIN will make you yelp, whimper, and cry out loud. To torment, that was their work but it was like that the fate has reversed. The General didn’t see this coming, well at least he did not foresee this one to come this fast. A group of opponents entered their site without their knowledge. “How are you, General?” Agent Ghost inquired, walking towards the higher official. The fierce eyes of the girl meet the innocent yet bold look of the General. “I’m expecting you to be surprised,” she added while wearing a sweet smile. The agent is holding her M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle across her chest while looking intently at the General, alert that every moment, the General might fire at her. “You’re alive?” asked the General, a puzzled look can be traced on the officer's face. Perhaps the General could not believe his very eye. Here, standing in front of him, his previous officer. By the question asked by her former superior, the agent and her comrades could not he
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Samsara
THE MIDNIGHT air touches the being’s skin yet she was oblivious about it. Walking back and forth along the middle of this place calm herself. She haven’t slept for two days, worried about the higher officer. Aracelli pulled her hair out of frustration, biting her lower lips. “Seems like you’re still awake,” said a voice from nowhere. Taken aback, Aracelli slowly looks at her back to see nothing. “Who’s that?” she said, acting valiant. She heard a shaking of the bushes and just in front of her jumped a familiar figure. “Trainees are not allowed in here,” the guest’s voice gave a shiver in her spine, it was strange for Aracelli. “You should go inside and take a rest,” the guest added and try to walk away but Aracelli stopped her. “Please stop bypassing me,” she pleaded as she held Blanche’s left arm tightly. The latter did not bother to look in Aracelli’s way instead, Blanche fidget her arms just for Aracelli to let it go but to no avail. “What the fu
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Depiction
TIRING and nerve-racking, Aracelli’s chest was pounding up and down as she take a rest. Both hands are placed on her both knee, making it support. She hasn’t got enough slumber, again, and yet, here she is, doing some routine on her own this daybreak. “I can do this,” she kept on murmuring as sweat made its way to her cheeks from her forehead. “I can do this,” she repeated. Picking the swords up, she made her stance and shut her eyes. “Keep yourself alert. You need to protect yourself from now on, Aracelli. Don’t let yourself get in trouble again just like what happened in the past.” She said those words to herself, making her feel proud. She continues the drill until her dark past chases her. The place was haunted, from the little girl’s standpoint. Terrified as she was, the fugitive guffawed like a mad wicked witch that you can see in films. Quivering in distress, she moved closer to the wall, greeting the cold surface. Shattered glass was on the floor’s ca
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Girl on Fire
THE STEAMING aroma of the freshly brewed coffee welcomed her, first thing in the morning. She rely on her couch as she took a sip on her cup, thinking of the past. It was never included in her plan to meet her wife, she just feel the need to. The girl has been diverted with everything except Blanche. But when Blanche interrupted her mind, she’ll go and check the being. She surely misses Blanche but she can do nothing about it. Sighing, she wipes away the tears on her cheeks. “I have been staying away from you for too long, I can do it all over again if that's the only way you can forget about me,” she utters as she shut her eyes. “Venus,” a baritone voice called for her name. “I’m glad that you’re awake,” the serious tone of her superior made her shiver. “What are you doing inside my room?” she weakly asked. “Where’s my wife?” she added, roaming her eyes around the room. The latter shrugged and gave her a sly smile, “Who knows? Maybe
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Field of Honor
THE CLOCK was continuously ticking and with every second passed by, the two beings remain silent; as if they do understand what a silent atmosphere means. Staring blankly at the ceiling, Blanche sighed. Beside her was Venus who was breathing heavily. “How come you’re still alive, Venus?” she breaks the silence but still not looking at the other. Staring sideways at Blanche, Venus reaches for the latter’s hand and holds it. “It was my sanction, to pretend that I am dead.” “After all these years, I really thought you were gone. I thought I lost you,” Blanche said, panting. “But I was shocked when I saw you inside the cabin, what are you doing there?” she inquired. Venus guiltily stares down at the blanket and removes her hand from Blanche’s. “We’re about to start a combat between you and your comrades but we went there at the wrong time, someone put the cabin on fire,” she explained. “For how long will we fight? Our team. We do stand t
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Black Dahlia
DEFEANING SILENCE greeted this being's attention. It has been a week since the last time she saw her wife and it frustrates her as she is currently staying inside this room covered with mostly white painted walls. The sliding window was left slightly open, curtains parted in both directions; swaying as if it is dancing, as the air flows inside.She took a glance beside the room's side table, there, she can see the envelope that was given to her. It was her payment for her service, she scoffs at the thought as she lay her head on her pillow as the being shut her eyes, and furrowed her brows. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the sound of the wall clock is the only thing that she can hear inside her room. Irritated by the sound, she hastily woke up only to find her superior's presence. The higher officer is sitting beside the footboard of her bed, reading a newspaper."I bet you're already awake, officer," her superior said, while still reading the newspaper. Venus sighed as she rolled her eyes hea
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Timebomb
OFTENTIMES, people in your surroundings will judge you without even knowing what you've been through and why you've decided to perform your actions. Nevertheless, people will base their judgment purely on their perception which has nothing to do with how you deal with your life. Venus chuckles at the thought as she reveals how she survived her unplanned death of hers. The steaming cup of coffee welcomed Venus' scent of smell. She's standing near the window of their quarters as her fellow comrades stare at her with their eyes widened. Some of them had their mouth barely open, conceivably, they could not sink in what Venus had revealed to them. It was indeed an unimaginable event. "I may not be existing now if it wasn't because of you," Venus said while looking at Alexis. The other officer shrug and sighs, "I've just done what's on the plan." "Well, but then again, if you were a minute late, perhaps, I may be in the tombstone for real, innit?"
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Maverick
THE NERVES inside her head feel like exploding. The thump-thump-thump sound of her heartbeat is as loud as a bass drum. She could not keep her composure, her hands are trembling while reaching out to the wirings of the C4 RDX time bomb. "...Y-you're trembling..." Jupiter almost whispers as she reaches Blanche's hand using her other hand. "I...I've already told you, stop trying," she added. Blanche did not bother to look at her companion, she just remains to lean forward, her attention was still on the bomb and yet, she could not help but suppress her tears from flowing. It is no time for her to cry like a child right now, Jupiter needs to be saved! Blanche removes Jupiter's hands from her and gently presses them. She could not afford to tell anything, she might breakdown out of all the frustrations that she had inside her. Goodness, please stop saying anything anymore, Jupiter. She mumbles to herself. "Blanche..." once again, Jupiter utters, slightly touch
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Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Year Beyond
A YEAR had passed for Blanche and her family, and during that time, she’d come to realize that building a family wasn’t as straightforward as the missions she had taken on in the past. Yet, despite the challenges, she saw it as a different kind of adventure—one she could cherish alongside the people she loved most. Shiobhan had just turned four last month and was now attending nursery school. Blanche and Venus shared the responsibility of caring for their daughter, and they were both incredibly hands-on. It didn’t have to be perfect, but they made sure to be present for every moment, big or small, ensuring that Shiobhan felt loved and supported every step of the way. More than anything, they had learned that it wasn’t about getting everything right all the time—it was about showing up, being there for each other, and navigating the highs and lows of family life together. They had their struggles, of course, but through it all, they held on to the love that had c
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Unwrapped Surprise
BLANCHE was lost in deep thought when she suddenly felt something warm and soft touch her hand. She flinched slightly and looked down, surprised to see a little girl standing in front of her, holding her hand. Confused, she glanced around the room, wondering if anyone had brought a child along. "A kid?" Yama noticed Blanche's bewildered expression as she stared at the little girl. Yama approached, but as soon as she got close, the child quickly hid behind Blanche's leg. Blanche chuckled. "She's scared of you—probably thinks you're a monster," she teased, then bent down, gently cupping the child's face with her hand. "Are you lost, sweetheart?" Blanche asked softly, offering a kind smile. The little girl giggled, cupping Blanche's face in return. "Hi," the little girl greeted with an adorable voice. Blanche's companions watched curiously. "Hello," Blanche replied in a gentle tone, making sure not to startle her. "Do you want m
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The New Dawn
THREE months had passed since the downfall of the Black Spectre, which had dominated headlines across Europe. The buzz around it had begun to fade, but for Blanche, life was taking a new direction. She had joined MI6 as a Chemical Pharmacist, now holding the rank of Chemical Weapons Specialist. Rather than participating in operations, she focused on the technical and analytical aspects of chemical substances, especially concerning explosives and drug formulations. "Aren't you going to take your leave?" a voice broke through her concentration. Blanche turned to see Chief Langley approaching and smiled. "Ah, Chief Langley," she said, removing her goggles and gloves. "How's your new position?" Natalia asked, her gaze assessing her daughter-in-law. "Good! I'm honestly enjoying it," Blanche replied, rubbing her nape. She still couldn't believe how she had completely forgotten her mother-in-law's face. What a crackhead she felt like! Natalia n
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Battle Scars
AS THE sun began to rise, the abandoned building came to life with the sound of authorities collecting guns and other illegal paraphernalia. Outside, Blanche and her team waited for the investigation to conclude, the weight of another all-nighter heavy on their shoulders. Blanche sighed, lifting her gaze to survey the chaos around her, where everyone was busy gathering evidence to use against General Grey. “Finally getting a breather, huh?” Venus’ voice broke through, pulling Blanche’s attention. She turned to see her wife approaching, a smile breaking across her face. “Right,” Blanche replied, though Venus arched an eyebrow, sensing there was more. “Remember the one thing you asked me? To know me more?” Blanche added, her tone shifting as Venus nodded, looking at her with an intensity that made Blanche’s heart flutter. “I guess it’s time for you to know,” she said, rubbing her nape shyly. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Venus; rather, the missions
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Gambit
CAUGHT OFF guard, the General’s team failed to anticipate the twist that had just unfolded. His face flushed with anger, veins throbbing at his temple. Slamming his palm on the table across from the cell where his enemies were held, he glared at them with unbridled fury, his chest heaving as rage overtook him. His eyes locked onto Astrid and her team, the realization that he had been outplayed dawning too late. The prisoners remained calm, their eyes meeting his with an eerie stillness. The power he once held over them was slipping, and he could feel it. "General, we have been compromised! Two snipers are in sight!" One of his men shouted urgently over the communication device, his voice trembling. "I repeat—" The transmission cut off abruptly, leaving the air thick with tension. "Nikolai! Assemble our men!" the General barked, his voice echoing with authority. Cessair couldn’t help but scoff, a smirk forming on her lips as she watched her father’s
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Silent Resurgence
THE THREE of them sat in stunned silence, barely able to process the truth that had just been revealed on the news. Their mother was alive. As if her legs had turned to jelly, Cessair sank to the floor, her hands bracing for support, while Blanche leaned heavily against the wall, rendered speechless. Vixx nearly spilled the water she was drinking in shock. “What the hell is happening?” Blanche gasped, blinking as she struggled to absorb the whirlwind of information. They had been focused on gathering intel about the situation outside the Emerson building, and now they were confronted with the astonishing reality of their mother’s existence. But that wasn’t all—she had also revealed their identities to the world. “I... she... she’s alive?” Cessair stammered, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. She clutched her neck, feeling a sudden tightness that made it hard to breathe. “My father…” She couldn’t finish the thought, her mind racing. All this time, s
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Surface Beneath
RECEIVING no updates on the whereabouts of Vixx, Blanche, and Cessair, the Director reached out to Yama, urging the search and rescue team in London to continue their efforts. There might still be an eyewitness who had seen the three of them. The situation was dire. The company's stock had plummeted, and the board of directors, driven by fear of financial loss, began to panic. It wasn’t surprising—many of them were more interested in their profits than the lives involved. With a sigh, the Director rubbed her temples, forcing herself to focus. This time, she needed a concrete plan. Lucien’s proposal had cast a glimmer of hope, guiding them toward a solution. Desmond had now joined Yama's team and was working closely with them to devise the strategy. Venus, still in shock from what she had witnessed, couldn't hide the disbelief in her expression. Astrid, noticing her state, scoffed slightly before addressing her. "You know, you can talk to your father
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Reckoning Blood
DETERMINED to save her sister, Blanche turned back toward the building, refusing to retreat with the team. She couldn’t leave without knowing for certain that her elder sister was safe. The thought of something happening to Cessair gnawed at her, and she knew she would never forgive herself if she didn’t try. Despite her injuries, Blanche managed to make her way down to the lower levels. But with no idea how much time remained before another bomb might detonate, doubt crept into her mind. Would she have enough time to reach her sister? "Cessair..." she whispered, her voice trembling with worry. Just as she took a deep breath and started down the corridor, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. "Blanche!" She looked ahead, her eyes widening in shock. "Vixxen?" Confusion washed over her as her gaze shifted to the figure Vixx was supporting. "Cessair!" she exclaimed in relief. "We need to get out of here!" Vixx urged, tuggi
Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard The Tides
UPON losing contact with the team, Astrid immediately commanded Desmond to proceed with Plan B. If anything went wrong, Desmond's priority was to rescue the team and ensure their safety. They needed to avoid any collateral damage at all costs, especially now, when everything was at stake. Alexis had left the apartment just before the opposition could storm the room. They were closing in, fully aware of their presence. It hadn’t been long since they’d arrived in London, using her late father's apartment as a temporary hideout. Their enemies had successfully infiltrated every branch of the Emerson family’s empire—from the pharmaceutical division to the main headquarters and even their mansion. All the intel was compromised. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” Alexis muttered, her leg shaking in frustration. Right before her eyes, the Emerson headquarters had been obliterated in a massive explosion—and worst of all, Blanche was still inside. Aracelli clenched
