Nyx 0.23 trained for 18 years. 18 Years of intensive combat training to become a soldier. She lost her only friend and love in the process and is determined to make her first mission her last.
Ares Armani grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and...
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05 - summertime in Florence
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7 days had passed. 7 days of uncomfortable silence and nervous tics.
It was divided into separate days of preparation.
2 days of generational studying so we wouldn't look like aliens not understanding how basic phones worked. 4 of torturous training I couldn't have imagined I'd have to endure again. And 1 day of cosmetic alterations to further hide our identity that didn't truly exist outside of the company.
And 1 day of jamming hours of information about our mission into our heads. Piles of files and legal documents for our new lives were stacked on the end of our beds as Tyche and I rehearsed and memorized every detail. Our first names were the changed but started with the first initial, and we were given last names in case anyone asked – proper last names.
Instead of Nyx, I would be Nora Salazar. Instead of Tyche, she would be Tori Vaughan. And instead of Nemesis, she would be Nadia Torres.
Our mission was set in Florence, Italy. Tyche and I were assigned to the mission together, which meant we'd actually have to start communicating for once. But there was one more girl, Nemesis. I'd seen her around the old building all the time, especially during phase 3, but we never once talked. She was friends with a group of assholes who I fantasized about stabbing.
A group of assholes whose main goal was to torment everyone who wasn't destined to pass phase 4. The only reason they left Elpis alone was that I was her friend.
She was quiet, however. She didn't really do the bullying, just stared, unbothered and silent. I don't know if I've actually ever heard her voice.
The hairstylist dyed her hair a strange color of faded berry pink and trimmed the edges. Tyche's hair was braided down and had a lace front installed, which she complained about relentlessly, saying how hard it was to train with them on.
The hairstylist shrugged and continued blending foundation onto the lace.
They left my hair the same as I had previously just got it done, retrimming the edges and bangs. They gave me grey contacts, which lightened and desaturated my dark brown eyes, and 3 more sets of them just in case.
