"Thanks again for the ride Matt, I'll catch you later" said Sang as she peeled herself out of the company's black BMW.
"No problem. See you around," said Matt, and with that he sped off down Cliffendale Avenue.
Sang walked up the stone steps that lead to her apartment, removing her gloves and unlocking the door. She made her way through her living room and unceremoniously plonked herself onto the battered old couch in her apartment, removing her black leather gloves; it had been one hell of a day.
"Back so soon?" asked a shadowed figure in the corner of the room. She automatically clutched a hand to her chest, her heart beating loudly at the sudden voice that interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes, you know how it is. You go in, do the job, and come out. That's all there is to it." Sang spoke, wondering what this figure was doing in her apartment. She was fairly exhausted from her mission and didn't bother flipping on the lights, and so couldn't make out the figure but definitely knew it was one of her senior colleagues; she had a knack for recognising faces, voices, and smells.
"That's true. Glad to see you've memorised the rules my dear." Said the figure who she quickly pegged as Agent Grayson, one of the members of the team who'd been in their organisation for over three decades.
"Yeah well, you'd know that better than anyone sir" bantered Sang. She had taken liking to Agent Grayson, and although finding it a bit alarming that he would just appear out of the blue, she knew it was not uncommon for other agents to let themselves into others' apartments. The senior members had access to all the teams' apartments and houses in case of emergencies and just in general. She picked herself off the sofa and flipped on the light of the living room. Perching on the table in the far corner of the room was in fact Agent Grayson, dressed in his typical charcoal suit and red tie, he had been like a father figure to her since her recruitment, and it was him who'd taught her all the tricks of the trade and had honed her skills. He brushed off invisible lint from his already pristine suit and stalked towards her in a calm and peaceful manner.
"Sang my love, how was the mission?" he asked, lightly grasping her hand. She gave him a brief rundown of the events that had occurred during the mission, not omitting the fact that they almost had a run-in with the target; no one kept secrets about missions in their organisation, they were built upon trust and always gave the facts. His face remained expressionless but softened when Sang told him how they overcame the inconvenience and she managed to make it out without being caught.
"I would expect no less from you, Sang. You're destined for great things. Don't let this particular mission get you down; you've done very well." He said, letting go of her hand and giving her a warm smile. "You're probably wondering why I'm here. I know you've just finished your job and you want to get some rest but there's a mission that has just come up and needs attention immediately." He twirled the silver plain band ring on his forefinger and looked off to the window.
