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CHAPTER FOURTEEN l'appel du vide
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THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT IS only one phenomenon in the complexity of the timeline. It stays rigid for a while, then fluctuates for no good reason; present warps the past as much as the past influences the present, and the future never comes, not really. It's just another point on the constantly twisting and winding map, and those who can traverse it are merely transferring themselves from one page of a book to another. The intricacy of the chronology of the world's existence makes it so the Commission has to work extra hard on monitoring the specific day it's supposed to end: April 1st, 2019. Sometimes it'll seem like it's on schedule for the seemingly inevitable destruction, and then an anomaly will spark up and the Commission will have to send out one of their agents. Eliminating all threats to the end of the world is taken perhaps the most seriously within the organization, which was why Hazel and Cha-Cha would be in such deep shit if they were found out. It was clear, what they'd have to do now: dispose of the latest threat to the timeline, a woman by the name of Nadine Vidal.
A year ago, when they'd been given this mission to go back and murder the eighteen-year-old, the two masked assassins had been told that her death would help guarantee that the end of the world took place in twelve years. Sometimes it was just 'basically guarantee' instead of 'completely guarantee'—after all, the timeline was so confusing it was hard to keep track—and this was one such case. Perhaps the death of Nadine Vidal would be meaningless in terms of the anticipated Armageddon; perhaps not. Either way, Hazel and Cha-Cha didn't question the Handler when she assigned them their new mission.
(And it was strange that she did, as usually the notes were shoved into tubes and sent right into their laps. But neither Hazel nor Cha-Cha said anything about it, though they were both curious.)
"She lives in Dijon, France," the woman had explained, pipe between her lips. "Eighteen. From her file, it seems like she's a sparky one, so expect resistance."
How much resistance could an eighteen-year-old do, though? Perhaps that was Hazel and Cha-Cha's first mistake when they regarded her file, tracing their fingers over the picture of the girl, freshly graduated. Underestimating her. Expecting a mere tussle that would inevitably end with her broken body bleeding out on the ground. They hadn't known she'd claw her way to survival, straining with every tooth and nail to emerge on the other side. Underestimation was dangerous. Even if it was coming from two skilled assassins.
So now they were fucked. Along with getting their hands on that pesky traitor Number Five, they also had to find and correct their little dilemma with Nadine Vidal by making sure she died for real. It seemed like quite the hefty task (and, indeed, it was) but Hazel and Cha-Cha had been trained for this. They'd poured their sweat and blood into this company (only to be given a big fuck you by their bosses—seriously, a pay cut for every day they failed to find Number Five? They were good, but not that good!). They refused to be mocked again.
