Even Demons Can Be Saved

Potential or Potential Crisis?

The next morning, Eve was woken by a rhythmic sound. It took her hearing it twice before she realized it was knocking. She was rubbing her eyes on the way to the door and managed to run into the wall going out of the bedroom. She gave it a glare as if it had jumped in front of her and took a few steps into the living room before she realized why the place looked so unfamiliar. At the realization that she was in her new assigned apartment, her brain suddenly went from groggy to high alert. She cursed under her breath at the fact that there was probably an irate Turk standing on the other side of her door. She knew she couldn't put it off though, so she moved to open it.

Her eyes widened when she recognized the person standing on the other side. "Cissnei!"

The girl raised a brow at her exclamation, but that was the only concession to her surprise before she moved past Eve and into the apartment. She looked around once before she turned back to Eve with a slight smile. "Tseng told me not to be surprised if you were a little... odd. I suppose this falls into that category."

She didn't wait for an answer before she moved into the kitchen. She did call back over her shoulder on the way. "I doubt you have coffee yet, but I'll check."

When Eve followed her into the room, she saw her going through the cabinets. The girl caught her looking and gave her a frown. "You should be getting dressed. Especially since you don't have coffee here. If you want to get some before we get started, we need to leave in five minutes."

Eve was unsure how to take what had just happened but realized Cissnei wasn't joking when the girl tilted her head and gave her a pointed look. Eve quickly moved to get dressed. It took her a few minutes to find one of the suits that would fit her. She was glad that they obviously had operatives that were close to her size. It only took her a few moments to throw the clothes on once she found them. The hard part was finding a brush. They had the basics in the bathroom already, but they were all hidden in the lowest cabinet. By the time she was ready, Cissnei was already standing next to the door.

The girl gave her a frown before she spoke. "I suppose that was quick since I just woke you, but not nearly fast enough. You're going to need to learn to either be a lighter sleeper or how to move faster. I would suggest the former. You'll have a better chance of staying alive."

Eve narrowed her eyes at Cissnei's tone but held her tongue. She realized her irritation was probably because they didn't have time for coffee, although it could just be a type of initiation into the Turks. It wouldn't surprise her, as she was aware of how harsh the job could be. She chose to go with the former when she finally responded. "I apologize we won't be able to get coffee. Why don't I agree to buy you the largest one we can get the first opportunity we have?"

Cissnei raised an eyebrow at that, but she didn't respond at first. She smirked before she opened the door. As she was walking out, she turned to Eve and shook her head. "I'll hold you to that. For now, we need to head to weapons. Tseng wants to see if you had a fluke with the knives last night, or if you actually have good aim. It'll help us find the best weapon for you while we're at it."

Eve wasn't thrilled that was the first part of her day, but she wasn't surprised. Her irritation was pushed back when her stomach gave her a reminder that she hadn't had much to eat over the last few days. She caught up to her guide so she could question her. "Cissnei, about breakfast-"

The girl gave her another raised brow. "I ate already."

Eve bit back a curse. She knew without having to ask that meant they would not be stopping. She didn't say anything else about it. She knew it was probably another subtle way to remind her that she was supposed to have been up and ready when Cissnei got there to pick her up.