The Tragedy of Mark's Van

An Old Friend

Later that night, Melissa's annoying phone buzzed loudly, waking her up. Groaning, Melissa stuck her hand out of the warmth of her large fuzzy blanket and groped around for her phone.

Finally she found her phone and read the text. Oh, Director Morgan, what are you doing up so late? And what did he want with her? Melissa mumbled grumpily about how people needed sleep. She sat up and carefully arranged her blanket to prevent any warmth from escaping and change out of her pajamas.

Once she got into her uniform, she walked over the bathroom and made herself look presentable for leaving her room.

She went up one floor and went to the door with a yellow light under it. Melissa walked in when she was given consent to enter. The Director looked like he wasn't up at 2AM. Instead he looked alert and full of energy like it was in the middle of the day. "Agent Falcone, there is a Rebel spy on your team. We believe it is Florence Spark. I want you to kill her. "

Melissa said, "Yes, sir!" She saluted and mindlessly wandered back to her room, numb.

Melissa had made her decision. She knocked on the window loudly. The window slid open and a young lady about Melissa's age with red-brown hair appeared. "Agent Falcone, what brings you to Aura at such late hours?"

Melissa hopped through the window and into the room. "Elise, seriously, how many times have I told you to call Melissa?"

"Over a million times. I'll call you Melissa when you stop breaking into my house and knocked on the front door like a normal person. Why are you here?"

Melissa sighed and turned to face Elise at the window. "I need a favor."

"Yeah, nopity nope. Not happening," Elise said. She started pushing Melissa out of the window.

Melissa dug her heels in the ground and said, "You owe me. After my mission last year. Do you remember? Or would you like me to remind you? I kept your secret. But I can report it to my boss right now. Better late than never." She turned her head over her shoulder to look at Elise with puppy eyes. "Besides, I thought we were friends."

Elise stopped pushing futally and looked at Melissa in the eye. "Very well. What do you need me to do?"