Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

VII

The five were sitting around in their offices, waiting on the word they'd get for their next target. Arya was excited, she loved this job, she didn't know why. Wait, she did. It gave her a sense of empowerment, a feeling that she was in charge of something for once.

"Milburga Fischer is our next target." Luke said, and Michael furrowed his eyebrows at the name.

"Is that a man or a woman?" Michael asked and Calum rolled his eyes, while Ashton shook his head.

"She is a woman, Michael." Arya said, and Michael chuckled as she glared at him.

"Sorry, didn't know." Michael said and Luke shook his head.

"Anyways, she is a German target. She's the head of her own mob, located in Munich, Germany." Luke said and Ashton nodded.

"She's the head of her own mob? That's pretty kick ass." Calum said and Arya smiled at that. She was mindlessly flipping her dagger, catching the blade then tossing it back to catch the handle.

"Careful Princess, wouldn't want to cut yourself." Michael mumbled, and Arya glared at him.

"Careful Michael, wouldn't want something cut off." Arya said, and Calum chuckled at that, while Luke rolled his eyes. Since Arya made her confession, Luke's been getting more and more irritated with each of the boys, especially Michael.

Luke now felt the need to protect Arya, to help her when the boys were flirting with her. It wasn't Asthon, he didn't do anything at all, but Calum had his moments where he was flirting, but Michael was the worst.

"Anyways, we need to take her out within the next two weeks. She's been disrupting some trades for America, and our government isn't exactly appreciative of it." Luke said, and Ashton grimaced.

"Within the next two weeks? We don't have any research, we don't know anything about her. And they want us to take her out within the next two weeks?" Ashton said, his body tensing and Luke nodded.

"Unfortunately yes." Luke said and Ashton scoffed, before leaning back in his chair. Arya was surprised that Ashton was upset over this, he usually doesn't show his emotions when it comes to the job.

"Alright, Michael, Luke, get to work. Do all of the research you can on Milburga Fischer. Arya, you and Calum, go and work on training." Ashton commanded, and Arya and Calum smirked at each other as they left the room.

"What about you?" Michael asked, and Ashton let out a breath as he got situated on his computer.

"I'll be assisting you with research. We're going to need as much as we can get." Ashton mumbled, upset over the fact they only had two weeks.

"Luke, you have research over Fischer. What she does, how she does it. Michael, research the mob." Ashton said, doing research over any plans she had so he could handle her himself.

Meanwhile, Arya and Calum were battling and working on hand to hand combat in the training area.

"Give up?" Calum asked, smirking as he had Arya pinned beneath him and she rolled her eyes.

She swiftly moved, pushing Calum off of her and standing up. He chuckled, before matching her stance and waiting for Arya to strike.

"If we're taking on the mob, you'll have to be quick." Calum said, and Arya nodded. That's why she liked working with Calum.

He made it competitive, but he also taught her whenever they trained together. He gave her advice on the next mission, which Arya appreciated as this would only be her second target.

"You can't spend too much time thinking during this. You have to just act on instinct." Calum said, moving quickly and pinning down Arya and she frowned as he had her pinned once again.