"I can't possibly shoot at you!"
Alexa took off the apple on her head. She hunched, leaning onto the tree behind her and taking a bite out of the fruit. A small pout came upon her features as she faced Rosalind.
"It's not as though I'm not afraid. We both know it's definitely possible that I could die, but yet I'm volunteering to do it." The charming spy then broke into a small grin, knowing very well that the black-haired girl would buckle. "You've got to do my fright-stricken heart some justice, no? Besides, who was the one that came crying to me yesterday about how they felt so useless and wanted to get better?"
The young fencer averted her eyes to the pile of leaves covered with a thin layer of snow. A frustrated yet hopeless expression came upon her visage in the form of an angry frown. The charming girl felt compelled by the endearing impression, her heart jolting.
"I hate you," came the sour reply. Alexa laughed at the black-haired girl's antics, straightening up when she saw Rosalind's demeanor change.
She put the apple upon her head yet again, beckoning at the fencer to shoot. This time, without hesitation, Rosalind promptly raised her pistol and fired.
The apple fell to the ground with a smoking hole through its core.
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An intelligent boy slid out a red book on a shelf of blue ones, retrieving the picture stowed in the old, crusty pages. A man on the other side of the bookshelf sat patiently, waiting for the boy's silent reply.
Tristan nodded, turning around to walk away.
"Bray," came the husky voice behind the bookshelf, "Take a companion or two with you, if you'd like. Choose wisely, though, I must warn you. They must be versatile, vigilant, and sharp. Much more are after this information, not just Central."
"I understand, sir," replied Tristan.
The intelligent boy turned away, two candidates already in mind.
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Her fingers were trembling yet again. Thinking that it'd be easier if she did not look, the fencer closed her eyes and fired, envisioning the distance between the swerving cab and the Frenchman. A scream of agony came in the same pitch as the car tire's screeches on the frozen ground.
A warm hand came upon Rosalind's snow littered hair. The fencer turned her head and opened her eyes, staring straight into the charming pair of the one before her. The girl before her looked past the fencer's shoulder into the gray alleyway. She returned her gaze to Rosalind with a soft, fond smile.
"Don't think about it," whispered the charming girl, a rosy tint on her freezing cheeks. Rosalind nodded like a child, the only thing she could do without buckling in guilt.
Up in the driver's seat, an intelligent boy swiftly pulled to a stop in a corner. He jumped out, opening the tailgate for the two girls. Alexa went first, leaving the fencer in charge of the shovels in the back of the truck. Rosalind didn't fail to notice the stygian change in the boy's demeanor as they advanced towards the graveyard.
The sky seemed to have been painted a darker shade of gray. And strangely, only in the vicinity of the graves.
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"Both of us, sir?"
Through the mere spaces between the book and the bookshelves, the two spies caught onto a faint, agitated nod.
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Operation Reconnaissance
ActionPrior to war was a serene time of peace, and peace was hallow. In the course of the war was a tumultuous time of chaos, and chaos was a tornado that whirled in innocents into the eye of the storm. War was a curse put upon the two quarrellin...
