The Frost

9.

Arya had quite an amount of money this week. She already delivered two software programs to her clients and that made her some handsome amounts this time.

She picked up the gun from the shelf and put on her earmuffs. She noticed a movement from the corner of her eyes. She took a quick glance.

A guy. A quite handsome guy was walking towards her. He was tall, lean, and very well built. His fair skin was almost beaming against the bright light of the long hall. She averted her eyes and fixed them towards the targets in front of her.

Nobody told her, but she knew this guy was not good news. Someone approached her last night and she shot him. This guy seems one of them too. She was waiting for a contact from an underground team to get her out of the country secretly, and she thought the letter was from them. But the guy she shot didn't know the code. Probably he was someone from MOSSAD. She wasn't sure.

She knew she would have to go incognito again and lay low for a few months. But she doesn't know how many times she could run away from them.

Her paranoia came back. She tried to run away so many times but they seem to find her every time!

She started shooting. The moving targets were peeking here and there and when she finished, that guy was already behind her.

"What do you want?" She put off the earmuffs without turning back.

"Arya." His voice was calm.

"Oh! It was you last night!" Arya put down the weapon and took out the magazine to reload, "Lucky you, I never miss my targets."

"Unless you are high. What was it? Cocaine or heroin?"

"None of your God damn business!" Arya's voice flashed a hint of impatient anger, "What do you want? Go away if you don't want to get shot once again."

"I want to help you."

"Did I ask for it?"

"But you need it," His voice was calm.

"Keep making things up in your head. Not buying it!" She ignored him when she started to shoot again.

"You are safe for now, but it won't take them long to hunt you down. They are around the corner to be exact."

Her hands seemed to suppress a slight tremble and gripped the gun a little tighter.
Why was she afraid? Exactly what did MOSSAD do to her?

"I don't know any 'THEY'," Arya was calm too but her hand clutched onto the butt of the gun a little too firm.

Jin's gaze longed into her knuckles for a few seconds more before they shifted onto her face, "You know them. MOSSAD is not someone you mess up with. What did you do to provoke them?"

Her eyelids even didn't flutter a little hearing this word, "How can I be sure that you are not one of them?"

"I can guarantee you that I am not one of them," Jin's voice was composed and restrained.

"Then who the hell are you?" This time she was impatient. "What you have against me for coming after me?"

Her fingers pressed the trigger a few more times before throwing the gun into the shelf.

"Bull's eye." Jin's eyes were fixed on the target, "Just like old times."

"I even don't know you creepy guy, what about old-time?"

"You won't believe me if I say you are not a MOSSAD agent rather you worked with us. We came to take you back where you belong."

"Huh," Her voice was sarcastic, "what is that fascinating in a hacker that everyone claims that she belongs to them?"

"We..."

"Do you have any proof? Why would I trust your words?"

"I can show you something. What about meeting me later today?"

"You know what? Forget it." She turned around and started towards the door.

"Arya-"

"I don't know who she is!" Her eyes were ablaze now with pent-up fury,
"You don't even know my name, and you say I was one of you guys? Don't come in front of me ever again. You'll regret it. I have had enough."

"I can help you."

She threw the gloved she was wearing backward not even sparing a second to look back, "Not interested."

Jin caught the gloves and watched her go away behind the doors.

"Updates, Namjoon?"

"He denied it." Namjoon lowered his gaze.

"He denied to kill her?"

"Yes." Namjoon was hesitating,
"Cheif, I understand everything you've done so far more or less. But asking him to kill her, even without informing him who he was going to kill- wasn't it too much? If she needed to be killed, you could have to assign anyone else to it. Anyone, I could have done it if you wanted. He wouldn't have to know about her existence or passing away either. Sending specifically him- I don't understand why you have done it. It's too cruel."

Cheif avoided the question and puffed out a mouthful of smoke and asked calmly,
"How is he taking it?"

"We wouldn't know, would we?" Namjoon was bitter not getting an answer.

Chief sighed a little.
"What did he say?"

"He said as AA3 is amnesiac, we wouldn't have to fear her spilling our secrets somewhere else. But as she is part of MOSSAD now, maybe we could find why MOSSAD wanted her in the first place. Maybe we can even know some inside information about them if we can convince her to come back with us."

"In short, he will bring her back?"

"Yes, chief," Namjoon nodded.

"He dared to defy my direct order of killing her. Even he is daring to bring her back," Cheif's voice was calm with no rage but hints of curiosity in it, "Interesting."

"You knew this would happen when you sent him over. Didn't you?" Namjoon asked.

"I knew, but still wanted to see what he wanted to do." The chief sighed.
"Namjoon, one more thing..."

"Yes?"

"He just confronted Arya after years. But he still doesn't know the big thing yet. Let it settle down first. I think he'll find out about that eventually on his own."

"So you are asking me to not tell him the crazy story all by myself?" Namjoon's voice was sarcastic.

"It's may seem unfair, but you'll know things when you are in my position."

"I am sorry chief if I sounded rude." Namjoon apologized. "But..."

"I want to see his level of control and judgment. Take it as another test."

"You have doubt, chief? He is the best one we have. The most righteous if there be any..."

"I know. But let's just wait and see. If any day he dares to question me about everything, I promise I'll make everything clear for him. Let him know what he needed to know a long time ago."