𝚂𝙿𝚈 𝚡 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 - ᗯᕼᗩ丅 ᔕ ᑌᑭ ᗪᗩᑎǤᗴᖇ

Mission 5: Mommy Dearest

"Wha?! An assassin?!...A spy? A superhero? And an assassin? This is ... .so cool!"

The next day Franky had returned. At least this time he wasn't attempting to dress as a woman. He arrived with a stack of papers. Zuri didn't dwell upon the paperwork, having her day planned.

"Father, I picked out all the clubs just as you asked," Zuri had told her father.

"Already? Okay, let's take a look."

Loid quickly went over the papers "Hmmm...sports seems to be her to go to but..."

"Zuri, you know how to play an instrument?"

Zuri smiled, nodding her head. "I know how to play several."

"Can she truly play several instruments? Is she lying? No. Zuri's far too honest for that. I wonder...how proficient is she? Could it be enough to land her spot in a club? Well, there's no harm in trying."

"That's very impressive, Zuri. Who taught you?" Loid asked.

"I taught myself. I once worked for a theater where the owner couldn't pay me a lot but he allowed me to play around with some of the older unused instruments. I taught myself to read music and play."

Zuri was an orphan and had to work several jobs to make ends meet.

"Zuri, how about we get you an instrument? Something to practice with and prepare for the upcoming auditions," Loid offered.

"R-Really?"

An instrument? Of her very own?

"What would you like to play?" Loid asked.

"The violin!"

So while Loid was having a rather important meeting with Franky, Zuri spent her afternoon picking out a violin.

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Dress to impress as the saying goes. Loid was determined to see this mission to its success. In order to do so he had to present the front of the perfect idyllic family. A mother was currently missing from the picture but at the moment he had to make sure his daughters were dressed to be presentable. He'd gotten them a few outfits but it was time for an overhaul.

Anya happily sang a made-up song, as she swung the hand of her sister. Zuri trailed behind her father, entering the tailor shop. Anya left her sister's side the moment they entered, entranced by the mannequins and unique clothing they wore.

Loid spoke with one of the workers going over what he wanted for his daughters. He was reassured that the two would be taken great care.

The owner approached the two leading towards the back of the shop. "Now young ladies I'll be taking your measurements. If you'll please come with me."

Zuri followed without issue but Anya had to be guided by hand, struggling as she waved at her father.

"We're being sold to traffickers!"

"Not if you behave," Loid quipped.

Zuri giggled a bit at his comment. She appreciated how Loid somewhat indulged Anya in her fantasies. It was important that a child maintain their imagination and a bit of whimsy.

"Miss Forger," the owner addressed Zuri, "I'll have someone else take your measurement while I take care of your sister."

"Okay, thank you, ma'am."

A woman with a warm smile and blonde hair pulled up into a bun approached Zuri, with a tape measure in hand. She followed all the directions, holding this and turning there to get her measurements.