Rule 1:Try not to fall in love

I took a deep breath.

This is not enough.

I have to train more. I’m too consumed by the idea of revenge that nothing matters to me anymore.

"You're still weak, Hira." Alessi Sicillian, the famous mafia leader, my target spoke.

Weak? Am I?

Bang. There goes the sound of the gun in my hand. I shouldn't hear anything afterward because of the deafening impact like before. My heart should be shaking in fear because of letting this gun in my hand decide what to do with the life of the man before me.

But everything didn't happen.

I feel nothing. And so numb.

But...it's so comfortable. So comfortable clutching the gun and feeling the smooth yet hard metal beneath my palms. Tickling my nose, there's a sweet smell lingering in the air...

Rust.

A sweet smell of rust coming from either the dangerous weapon in my hand or from the blood gushing like a waterfall in my left arm.

And my heart...my heart feel so contented. At ease, like a walk in the park. A journey in the park filled with thick thorns and crazy obstacles.

"I need all the information you have on K-9," I demand, "I'm not very tolerant, so I would speak up if I were you." Being sent on a mission to eliminate the head of the Sicilian family was a ploy to gain more information on K-9. The world knows that the assassin group protects the family, thus preventing the reigning authority, from taking any action against the business of drug deals, human trafficking, and firearm deals.

The butt of the gun strikes against his jaw, blood falls to the ground as he spits it out.

"I was a pawn in their game with you," he commences, “It was all a plan, to ensure you are ready, they will come for you, Hira Callan."

My birth name floats in the air, the surprise with it, as it comes crashing to me like a tsunami.

A name I hadn't been known by after changing it on multiple occasions, providing myself with a sense of security once I became a field agent.

He fell on the floor, clutching his bleeding right leg. The corners of my lips turned upwards at the sight. I blew the end of my gun and with a final look, smirking at him. "Weak?" I raised my eyebrows, mocking him. "Such a strong word."

“Any last words?”

“You psychopath!”

“Yeah yeah I know that already, I have to keep up with my name. Come on think of a unique one.”

He spat at me, I gritted my teeth in annoyance, “Now that’s not nice. I’m doing you a favor.

Watching as he slumps, bleeding out, I leave the darkness, walking towards the light.

Fields of grass await me, the city far off into the horizon. A motorbike rests a few meters away, the key dangling from its place.

Twisting the key, roaring the motorbike, I drive to the city. Feeling the wind kissing my face as I speed up, catching the path that leads to a safe house. Watching as the empty road begins to surround itself with trees, the sun setting, forcing darkness to encompass the sky.

Upon reaching the safe house deep within the countryside, picking up the phone, dialing the number I know too well, I wait for the ringing to stop.

"Cypher, this is a secure line," a monotone voice stated.

"Agent Nova speaking, mission accomplished."

"One moment, transferring you to the corresponding agent."

The voice faded away to a lul, as the ringing followed.

"Agent Nova speaking," the familiar voice of my partner-in-crime, Agent Wave, flowed through.

Repeating the previous statement, I hear the absolute joy in his voice, knowing I will be on my way home.

"When you get back we can finally go on our date," he continues, "Try not to fall in love, sweetheart."

Our dates being missions.

"No promises," I said.

The Agent Wave that everyone knew was serious and bossy.

But the Agent Wave I knew is Allister, he’s someone who can be flirty and funny. And that’s what I love about him...

Or so I thought.