Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

VI

Arya was glad to be back within the United States. She loved Russia, she really did, but she just hated planes. She was walking into Nemesis, after having a couple of days off and she shivered at the temperature. She wish she'd grab a coat, as it was winter in New York and snow was falling.

She walked inside, smiling at the assistants, and she couldn't help but laugh to herself as she thought about each of them. They honestly did think they were working for a company, not a group of assassins. It entertained Arya, and she went and stood in the elevator, awaiting to get to the top floor.

Only the five apparent CEO's were allowed on the top floor, besides the one or two assistants such as Jack or Ben. It was only the seven of them that knew the truth of Nemesis, the rest all believed they worked for a large corporation.

Arya stepped off the elevator, going straight into the office and sitting down. She smiled at Luke as she sat down, and she looked around. The office was vacant, besides her and Luke and she glanced at him for answers.

"The rest are in the training room." Luke said, and Arya nodded. She looked over Luke, who was looking tired and Arya nudged him.

"You okay?" She asked, and he nodded, though he didn't look convincing. He focused back on the computer, and Arya rolled her eyes.

"Luke, what's wrong?" Arya asked, and Luke shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm just tired, haven't been sleeping well." Luke said, and Arya nodded. Arya stood, stretching and going to the couch that was within the office. She kicked off her boots, allowing them to clatter on the floor and she looked to the door as she heard noise outside of it.

Michael opened the door, pushing through it as he grumbled about something before realizing Arya was there. He sat at his desk, ruffling his hair with his hand and she stared at him. He cleared his throat before glaring at Arya.

"What?" He asked, and she smirked as he was giving her a death glare.

"Nothing." Arya said, and Michael rolled his eyes before looking at his computer. Arya was growing restless, so she stood, leaving the office and making her way into the training area.

"Who pissed off Michael?" She asked, laughing as Calum grinned at her before she went and changed. She wished they designed athletic clothes that were both comfortable and didn't show off her body.

She needed the material to stick close to her body, as it helped when she was training, but at the same time, she didn't like how it revealed her body, especially around the guys. She was glad though, being able to finally tell someone else about her feelings, even if it was just Luke.

Luke's been more respectful since she admitted it, and she was grateful for that. Calums backed off slightly as well, but Michael was still going strong. It entertained her sometimes, the cheesy pick up lines he's been telling her, but sometimes it got irritating.

Once she finished changing, she went out into the training area, surprised at seeing Ashton attack Calum. Ashton always seemed more of the brains versus the brawns, despite him being the leader of the operations.

Ashton had Calum pinned beneath him, though they were both panting and sweaty. Ashton's hair clung to his forehead in a sweaty mess, while Calum struggled to get free from Ashtons grip. Calum kicked his legs up, throwing Ashton off of him and Calum chuckled as they both laid there on their backs.

"Not bad." Calum panted, and Ashton chuckled. Arya walked over to the two, helping them stand and they both grinned at Arya as they hugged her.

"Oh, gross." She said, pushing the two away and they laughed. Calum ruffled Arya's short hair, and she rolled her eyes before tripping Calum and pushing him on the ground. Ashton chuckled, but stopped when Arya pushed him down as well.