To Be, Or Not To Be|| SPY X FAMILY

Anya|| 007

I couldn't believe my eyes right then. As a matter of fact the scene in front of me was not comprehensible to my brain, not one bit. Even so, I tried my best to keep my nature as stoic as possible. "You called me, Chief," I bowed politely in his direction as the other pair of brown eyes travelled down my direction. It seemed that Agent Handler was just the same, although there were a few wrinkles that now formed on her forehead and she looked more older.

I felt my heart start to race, a WISE agent was sitting with the Chief of the Secret Police, this was, in my opinion, the most ridiculous thing I'd ever witnessed. Even so, I had, and I couldn't believe it. Maybe... Handler was a spy for the Ostanian Government all along but, I'd have at least known, had that been the case. I read her mind, all I could figure out was that she has to do grocery shopping, I cringed, this is a Westalis spy.

A Westalis Spy right in the headquarters of the SSS.

"It's been a long time, Anya Forger." Her cat-framed glasses gleamed under the reflecting light, she tilted her head slightly and motioned for me to take a seat. I shot a reluctant glance towards the chief but he shook his head, Anya, sit down.

I hesitantly and slowly pulled the chair next to Handler and sat down, not daring to look at her in the eyes.

"..."

"Erm-" I cleared my throat and straightened my back stiffly, "Chief-Why is a Westallian spy sitting in our office?" I folded my arms and kept them to myself. Slowly and gently I put my right hand inside my pocket to retrieve my gun, just in case.

"You can let your guard down here, Anya-"
"And why would I do that?" I glared at Handler,
"Because I'm no threat to you, besides, your security has confiscated all of my weapons, I have nothing on me-" "And? You think I'll believe that? You think I'll believe you?" I spat,

"I think from now onwards," She nodded "You'll very much have to."

This had me confused, I turned around to face the chief with a perplexed expression on my face, "What is she going on about?" I demanded to know.

The Chief sighs and locks his fingers together, putting his arms on his desk, "Remind me of Treaty Strix, clause 2, Forger?"

I bit my tongue to hold in my shock, I shot a glance at Handler and then turned to look at the chief.

With an exasperated sigh, I responded, "Treaty Strix, clause 2 states that the Westallian government will lend its support-whether it be military, advisory, executive or its intelligence, against international threat... and vice versa" I emphasised the last two words as my grip hardened around the silencer in my pocket.

Handler nodded approvingly, "Precisely, This is why we need the Ostanian government's help, and more importantly, yours..." I frowned as she mentioned me, Why would she need my help in particular? I glanced at the chief who had his head hung low, "What is she implying- What are you implying?" my eyebrows furrowed deeper as a small smile formed on her face.

"I know you can read minds, Anya, or should I say, subject 007."