𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂

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"fuck.." Loid mumbled under his breath and pulled on his gloves. Things didn't look pretty for him as he walked out of the office. He didn't even know why he needed to complete this order. Handler had made some long ass lecture about how Loid was loosing his mind and training from Operation STRIX and handed him a file to read when he arrived home. So, he did, and when he opened the file, he was greeted by a wave of dust and a bunch of coughs. How old is this? He took a napkin and wiped off the dust. The packet had a cover, and there it said "CLASSIFIED INFORMATION." He flipped the next page and it said, "The following information on this page is classified information. If you or any known agent hands out any of this, they will be killed and kicked out of the WISE Agency. Please use gloves to read these files, you may not leave any fingerprints or traces of your DNA left on this." Yikes, what was this shit? He drifted his finger around the page, looking for where it started. "Twilight, it has come to the agents of WISE that your skills and speed has been brought down to the average of a 98." A 98? Last year, wasn't it 100? Oh geez, what happened? "Operation STRIX could not be trusted in your hands. Please dial the following number on the paper below, at 11:40 PM." Just like it said, was a number listed. Where's the telephone, this is- Somebody had opened the door and it closed again. "Loid-San? Me and Anya are home!" "Papa!" She looked around and saw Loid turn around the corner. "Papa!" She ran over and hugged Loid. Loid patted Anya's head and sighed. "Welcome back, you two. How was school, Anya?" She shrugged her shoulders. "School was boring, and second-son was rude! But Becky was nice!" It doesn't look like Anya and Damian's relationship is getting better anytime soon. "Well, hopefully he'll leave you alone soon. How was your day, Yor?" She looked over and smiled as well. "It was nice, but it wasn't any different. Me and Anya got groceries while we were walking back home!" She placed the paper bag on the countertop as she started to unpack some of it. "Anya helped too! Anya got the carrots, and peanuts, and...Anya didn't get anything else." Yor laughed and took out the zucchini and potatoes while taking off her jacket. "Do you have any homework, Anya?" She shook her head. "No, they didn't want to give homework because they wanted us to study for midterms." Loid totally forgot that midterms were coming up soon. "Well, you'll definitely need to." Anya plopped onto the sofa and dropped her backpack near Bond. "Borf!" "Anya doesn't want to study either, Bond!" "He doesn't need to study, you do." "Noooo!"

It was pretty much late at night, and it was around 11:30. 10 more minutes, until.. Loid couldn't understand how he did so bad. He wasn't overconfident, but he wasn't sure of himself either. Another thing was also bothering him, the phone number. Chances were if Loid had his possessions stolen, the files were definitely one of them. Why would they just leave the number right there, easy for anybody to access? He had a feeling something else was being held inside of the files. Now, in 7 minutes, Loid had to flip through this 30 paged packet with the classified information, to find the real number. Well, if there was one. He looked through each page and flipped through. 5 minutes. Loid had found 3 numbers from the first 9 pages. 4 minutes. The code was getting clearer, each 3-5 pages were a number listed on the same line of each paragraph. 3 minutes. How much numbers were there? 2 minutes. He had 7 numbers, 3 more for a full phone number. 11:39. 1 more number. On the last page, the number was on the last line. "Operation STRIX is in your hands, Tw1light." Didn't they just say that Operation STRIX was in dan- 1! 731-468-5291. (Don't try this number irl lol) Loid got up and sprinted out the door, heading straight for the phone. 731..46..852..9..1. He pulled the phone up to his ear and waited for the receiver to dial back. 11:40.

   "Why, hello, Twilight. Quite late to call, isn't it?" Loid wasn't going to handle with Handler's humor. "The file had said to call at 11:40." He could hear the small laugh through the phone. "Well, turns out you didn't fail the test. You actually did get a 100, but we came together at a meeting to talk about Operation STRIX and see if you were reliable to take this very, important, mission, on your shoulders." "So it was all an elaborate scheme?" "Yes, it was. But, you did see, like you were in a haste. Scared, weren't you?" "No, I wasn't." "Alright..but when I said you weren't focused the other day, I was being serious. Nightfall and some other agents like Moonlight, Dusk, Eclipse, Lunar, the list goes on. Is it your wife? I'm not going to tear you two apart, but you will need to when Operation STRIX is completed." Loid hated when Handler went on about these type of conversations. "I'm sorry that this is happening, but can I go back to sl-" He cleared his throat. "I mean, going back to scanning files." Sylvia chuckled. "Changing the subject. Alright. Studying, are we? Sure, then go ahead. Head back to HQ tomorrow for upcoming updates." The called ended. Oh my god, thank god. Something was lifted off his shoulders as he walked back to his room. Probably the amount of tension he had when he read those files. Now that he felt better to go and "study," he wanted to study his bed and how'd it feel if he lied down for a second. God, I'm tired as hell.

  Loid couldn't sleep. The bags under his eyes felt so heavy, and they wouldn't disappear. They also kept his eyes opened and staring at the ceiling. He pushed his hand through his hair and sighed. What did he need? Tea? Actual sleep-? Comfort? Somebody? Did he need the dog? Y-No. I know that they said they were just kidding about the whole attachment thing, but is it true? I can't..just stay with Yor after all this. There's still harm in the world, even if it's not the next big thing. Loid rolled in bed for the next 7 minutes. He suddenly got up and straightened his back. We're husband and wife, this is fake, but Yor wouldn't mind—right? He got up from the bed and walked over to Yor's room. Is she still awake? He slowly opened the door and saw nobody on the bed. He turned on the lights but dimmed it quickly. Theres nobody here? He looked to the left, the window was opened. The wind blew into the room, sending a chill down Loid's back. Why would she leave the house? He closed the window and closed the lights too. Was Yor sneaking out to seem someone else? Possibly cheating on this fake marriage? Loid didn't want to believe that, but what other reason would be reasonable? Yor had a good figure, and she was kind. Loid could keep going about all the things he liked about Yor, but somebody had opened the door. It was quiet, but Loid's ears could hear it all. He opened his door to see who had walked in, Yor. She looked shocked to see Loid there. She was in the same dress Loid had seen her wearing the other night. "Loid-San! Why are you still awake?" Loid was just about to ask the same thing, before Yor had walked over and touched his head. What the- Loid had his mouth zipped and in seconds, it was like he grew a pair of puppy ears with a tail and listen to Yor. "Why don't you go to sleep, Loid." He felt like he sent in a trance from her soft and soothing voice. He nodded and walked back to his room. There, he felt like he was pushed out of that trance and stopped to ask himself. What just happened?

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A/N : hi guys! sorry if the story isn't so good, I was writing this with 20% and I was crying bc of that.. but now I finished it with 2% lol. I'm gonna go charge this and everybody, have a good day/night!