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

Anya|| Coincidence? I think not.

The room fell silent and that made me panic more. I could feel my heart palpitate and my chest felt heavy. I couldn't breathe, the sensation of drowning, that's what I felt the moment she said those words. I was hyperventilating, tears welling up my eyes as I glared fiercely at the two unexplainably calm people. I felt my heart thumping loudly, I clench my fists in anger as I look at the chief, he has a certain glint in his eyes, and he looked guilty.

When I was first recruited by the SSS, there was only one person who knew my secret: The Chief, and he had sold my secret away, as if I was modern art.

"You-How did you-?"

"We're the Westallian intelligence, the moment we dig up something, we find anything and everything that could be potentially connected to our target." Handler explains, ignorant of my anger. "You're sick-!" "Anya, that's enough..." The chief says solemnly.

"You don't have a say in this!" I spat in his direction, "You-You-You betrayed me-! I- and how on earth, did you find out about my-?" "That's enough Anya." He gave me a nod and looked me in the eye, his voice hinted with a slight warning.

Handler did not show a hint of surprise or amusement, or anything really, at my words, her face still held that smug smile. With her chin held high, she says, "As I was saying, Anya-"

"I'm not done-" I say through gritted teeth,

"Neither am I. And I will not allow you to force me out of here until I'm finished." She looked at me seriously, that shut me up.

"As I was saying, this is something that is connected to the events of fifteen years ago-"
"Operation Strix..." I blurted out, she froze for a moment before nodding her head. "Indeed, Operation Strix, we have some intel from an unknown source that someone is trying to revive the war between Ostania and Westallis. Do you remember Project Apple, Anya?"

Remember? I was legit a part of it. I felt like a slave beneath flames, coughing cinder, it was suffocating, the memories of the inflicted wounds and ghostly silhouettes of strange people in lab coats haunt me to this day. I had a lot to say on the matter, I couldn't help but be angry, I wanted to scream in agony. Even so, I nod and mumble a small 'yes'.

"The intel states that Ranvistin, somewhat close to the Central continent, has been developing, 'hybrids.' These 'hybrids' are meant to be used by Ranvistin to attain world peace-" World Peace, they say, after dragging more people out for war.

"-Not only that-" The Chief continued, "-But apparently, they're being funded by the Desmond group..." "Seriously?!" I scoffed. Damn, what's with the Desmonds?

Oh. Wait.

I suddenly remembered how crazy all of them were. For starters, we had Donovan Desmond, he looked ugly back then, he was still ugly and he had glasses. Then Demitrius Desmond, one of the greatest people to have ever ascended Eden, his photograph was in the Hall of Brilliance. He was crazy too, he just, wouldn't think, at all. And even when he did, he'd just think about how he'll never understand what others are thinking. Oh, even worse, Melinda Desmond, she honestly belonged in a psychic ward because gosh her emotions changed every ten seconds. She'd honestly sent a chill down my spine. Last of all, we had the scion: Damian Desmond.

During operation strix, we had to end up relying solely on the friendship scheme. Unfortunately for me, six year old Damian was very difficult. Even as the years would pass by, he was stubborn, arrogant and annoying. In fact, I'd read in the local newspaper that he'd punched a news reporter.

I gulped at the thought as I suddenly remembered bumping into him at the art auction the day before the previous one. My gut started to feel uneasy, how long had it been since I'd actually met him in the eyes?

"Wait so-why is there the need to involve WISE again?" I frowned, "Because the faster our agencies work together, the quicker this war can be stopped. More importantly, we require a lot of strength to rescue those innocent animals that are being used as weapons..." Handler explained.

"..."

"Wait so-" I asked, "Who am I teaming up with?"

"..."

Oh no. I knew the answer.

"Agent Twilight," We both responded at the same time.

Shit, so first I encountered Damian Desmond at an art auction, now he was my target and I had to see him again.

These are things that make you wonder, What are the odds, really?