Zero

The Other Side

Thanks TBdoesgaming for the idea!

"Seven billion people in the world, and you're overreacting because we killed one man."

"But-"

"Seven. Billion. People. Quit complaining and drink your smoothie," Nat sighed, and glared at her long-time friend, Aaron.

He stared at her then looked down at the peach in his hand.

"This is a peach, Nat. Not a smoothie."

"If you'd blended it like I told you to, it would be a smoothie right now. Drink your peach."

She could see the cogs turning in Aaron's head, trying to figure out if she was joking. Nat turned back to the window, shaking her head.

"Your existence frustrates me," Aaron grumbled. "I'm going to go stand over there."

Nat grabbed his arm when he started to stand up.

"No, you dim wit. Sit the hell down, and stay away from the windows."

"We are in a booth, with a window."

"With easy access to the kitchens, and a table we can hide under. Sit the hell down," she hissed.

Aaron sat down huffily.

They were in an old cafe that had been closed for years, but as of then, it was serving them as a hideout.

They weren't hiding from the police, even though they'd killed someone, as the killing had been sanctioned by The Southern Republican States of America.

Nat was a black ops agent, the best of the best at the young age of seventeen. The SRSA hadn't been that picky when recruiting people for the war, and she didn't correct them when they took her in under the assumption of her being eighteen two years ago.

The SRSA was currently at war with the NADS, The Northern American Democratic States, and the ERSA, The Eastern Republic States of America.

For now, however, the DASW, Democratic American States of the West, were keeping out of the war along with the CAS, Central American States.

Over 200 years ago, only a few decades after Canada became a part of the USA, the United States of America split. It was no longer known as the United States, but as the Northern Continent of the Americas.

Aaron was definitely not prepared for black ops work. He'd been an analyst, but was transferred to the black ops sector with Nat as his mentor.

Nat really wasn't enjoying being his mentor, even though this was the second day he'd been training under her.

Aaron tended to be rather insubordinate, and was terrible at remembering hand signals.

Nat wasn't sure why exactly he was assigned to be in black ops if he'd been an analyst, but it was a mistake. She was sure of that.

They were hiding from another black ops team, part of ERSA. The man Nat had been assigned to kill was part of their team, and she figured they might be slightly mad a seventeen-year-old killed their best man, who had as many years of experience as wrinkles on his face. Which was quite a bit for a forty-year-old.

Nat was watching the window from what she considered the best position in the store. Most of the windows were boarded up, but this one in particular was missing a board, and all it's glass.

Which made it perfect for shooting out of.

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They'd been in the cafe for a total of two hours and twenty one minutes before Aaron started complaining.