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  "Nightfall, have I told you not only once, twice, and 50 times! We cannot swap the role of the wife in Operation STRIX! It's way too complicated and suspicious if we did! It'll continue as Yor Briar and it'll be kept this way!" She slammed her hand against the desk and Nightfall took a step back. "I feel like that Briar, she might just be a distraction to this. It won't be good if there's any delays. World Peace is at harm." She crossed her arms and Handler rolled her eyes. "Taking 'no' as an answer is pretty hard for you, isn't it? Now get out of my office!" She raised her voice and stood up as Nightfall turned around and left the room. Slamming the door behind her, she met eyes with Twilight. Twilight-senpai! She stood back and saluted towards him. "Good evening, Twilight-senpai." I..uhm. "Er..good evening to you too, Nightfall." He walked past her and Nightfall held her wrist with her hand. She could feel her pulse beat faster and faster by the moment. Zero minutes and 23 seconds..today's interaction. I love you, Senpai.

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  I am Twilight, known as Loid Forger to citizens of this nation and outsiders. My mission, Operation STRIX. World peace between the West and Ostania is at risk, and it's my duty to save it. Getting closer to Donovan and the Desmond's is already hard, considering that Anya doesn't have the best relationship with him. Phases 1 to 3 has already taken place. A wife has been secured, getting into Eden Academy has been secured, and relationships have been settled and secured. He recited these words to himself as he stared at the sunset. He sighed softly and fixed his coat as he continued to walk down the bridge. Today, no new missions! Yay! At this thought, it's usually all happy colors and celebrations. But, all that joy had to come to an end. Handler had requested and demanded Twilight to move onto Phase 4 (the unnecessary bit) which was what she had called :

Operation : Seduce the Wife

  Twilight saying that to himself even made him cringe a bit. How original. With all honesty, this part wasn't even needed. In fact, they could've actually just moved on to 5. But with all her "glory," Handler had told and needed, not wanted, Twilight to fill this one in. Handler called him "bland" and "intimidated" when he talked and looked at Yor. Dammit.. if only I wasn't so preoccupied with other thoughts of other missions she had assigned me. You might be asking, what's Phase 4? What did it include?

• Get closer to the wife (main priority)
• Get closer to the family
• Maintain a good relationship and status with one another ✔️
• Let her lay all her trust in you
• NO ARGUMENTS
• NO DISAGREEMENTS
• NO. DIVORCE. FILES
• Listen to Handler's rules and guidelines

  What makes a relationship a relationship if there's no communicating or understanding? Personally, Twilight thought the last 3 points were kind of stupid. Well, besides the last one. But, this is a good time to show Yor the necklace and ring. He pulled and adjusted his gloves as he let go of the grip and continued to walk down the block. He already had the whole idea set out in his head. 3 ways to introduce, and 26 ways of how to get out of the awkward silence if she had made some other response. Flatter her, introduce the jewelry, shower her with praises, and Phase 4 or something will be at least a quarter of it will be completed. He sighed and continued to walk down to the apartment complex. It's not time for Anya's dismissal yet, so I think it'll be safe. He walked up the stairs and turned the hall as he pushed the door beside him. He turned his head around the corner and made sure nobody was there. Perfect, no neighbors. He took his keys out and unlocked the door as he stepped inside. The lights were off and he took off his hat as he hanged it up on the rack. "Yor? Yor-San?" He looked around for her but she wasn't anywhere. I thought she'd be off of work by now, maybe she has extra hours. Or helping co-workers. He sighed and progressed towards his room. As he opened the door, a familiar sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.

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