❝...I felt slightly bad that I might have to shut her up by the end of this mission... I didn't become one of the best assassins out there if I had let my emotions control me. That was one of my best features, my lack of emotions. Lack of feelings.❞...
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❝He broke the girl who loved him more than she loved herself.❞-E. Grin
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The door behind me closed. I was standing in the dorm hallway, trying to figure out what was going on. I already told the team to back off and that I had control of everything. I was going to obtain those important documents according to my way. What part of back off do those idiots not understand?
From the other side of the door, I heard Isabella pacing back and forth in our room before settling down. I heard the clucking of bowls and utensils, she must be cleaning up dinner. I wish she was a bitch so I'd feel less guilty about this whole mission.
When she told me she was going to introduce me to the Korean cuisine, I felt slightly bad that I might have to shut her up by the end of this mission. Well, only slightly. I didn't become one of the best assassins out there if I had let my emotions control me. That was one of my best features, my lack of emotions. Lack of feelings.
My feet planted in the hallway, unmoving. It was getting late but I need to get down to the bottom of this. I need to found out who was following Isabella. Most importantly was it one of our own, if not, then we seriously had more problems on our hand.
I grabbed my alternative phone out of my pocket. My alternative phone is primarily used for my missions and other related activities. I had a decoy phone, the one that belongs to the '22-year-old University student' identity. The decoy phone looked like any other phone belonging to a typical student.
I decide to call my older brother, Felix, who was 10 years my senior. He took charge of the family business after the death of my father. My mother was still alive but after finding out the business my father was involved in, she left us. I was only 3 years old at that time and my brother was 13 years old. I haven't heard from her since, nor did I want to. I barely had any memories of her, I don't even know what she looks like. My father got rid of every single picture of her.
I walked down the hall, outside to a nearby bench. There was no one walking around outside the dorms at the moment. It was getting late and it was cold outside. It is crucial that no idiot listens in on my conversation or else I'll have to shut more people up. That might draw more attention to myself and my family. More attention that we would want right now.
I sat down on the bench. My head moved back and forth, observing the nearby area. Making sure that no one was within a listening distance. I pulled my alternative phone and called my brother.
"Hey, it's me," I said when my brother picked up after a few rings.
I heard some yelling in the background. Why am I not surprised since it was never quiet in the house or headquarters. I heard my brother yelling at whoever was in the room, telling them to shut up because he couldn't hear through the call.
