Story three.

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BANG!
BANG!
BANG!

Three dreadful knocks. I could just about hear them over my annoyingly loud music, well annoying for others. Just what I need right now, the obnoxious neighbour who comes over drunk out of his mind late at night. He's bad enough at wanting to get in my pants when he's NOT drunk.

Slowly, I make my way to the front door dripping wet with nothing but my towel and my (sexy if I must say) underwear and my long brown hair down my back. Bad idea I know, but I'm too lazy to put clothes on with just getting out of a nice hot bath.

BANG!!
BANG!!
BANG!!

"Alright you impatient human being, I'm coming!!!" I shouted from the stairs. Grabbing the dagger and keys from the draw I slowly unlocked the door and opened it.

"Finally, you are so slow. I could have been killed whilst you were taking your time." Nervously she laughed.

".....FeFe. Is that really you." Embracing and ushering her in. "But what about your job and it not being safe????"

"Well it's not safe but neither am I anymore. I need your help. I know I know before you say anything...but you are the only one who I can trust any more. Everything has gone wrong. There was a bomb and a fight and side choosing an-" I cut her off.

"Oi. Slow down and explain yourself slowly. You speak too fast for even the Flash to understand. From the top. And let me turn the music down a little."

"Yes, you need to hear every word. Well...there was a bomb at the agency and then we found out there was an enemy in the agency. They set the main bomb in your d- the bosses office. Luckily he wasn't there."

"Uhggg unlucky actually."

"Don't be so rude. He's a good man even if he wasn't a good father. But anyway the bombs went off with multiple casualties. The leaders second was the leader of this, he broadcasted ideas to the people he knew would choose him, they were already gone before the explosion."

"Ideas?? What was he up to?"

"Freedom. He wanted out. He knew he couldn't walk away, not without being hunted. So he made his own agency with enough people to be protected. Had it all worked out from the start."

"How many left?"

"83 in total 53 without the ones protecting the boss. We need you. We need Belladonna back."

"No. Not happening. Never again. You know this. Not after what happened back then."

"Please, you know we need you. We need Belladon-"

The sound of splitting wood stopped our argument.

"They're already here..."

I motioned for FeFe to go down the hatch, under the sofa, and hide down in the basement. They could NOT know she was here. Plus even though I'm a tiny girl, I can handle myself. The boss made sure of that.

More splitting wood and then my door was knocked down. Damn it, damn it. I'm so not ready for this bull shit. I need more time to plan, but I'm guessing I'm not going to get that much time to think as my bloody front door is no longer vertical. At least I still had the dagger from the draw, now I'm a little less screwed. Kinda.

More splitting wood and then my front door was knocked down. Damn it damn it. I'm not ready for this shit. I needed more time is needed to plan, but I'm guessing I'm not going to get any more time as my bloody door is no longer vertical. At least I still had the dagger from the draw, now I'm a little less screwed.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 26, 2020 ⏰

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