𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍. loid forger.

mission zero; two twilights.

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—"DON'T BE SCARED OF HER, ALRIGHT?" the Military Intelligence had recruited him a year ago. One year of progress... it wasn't a lot. The handler could give up and throw him out the streets but she instead thought of a different plan.

"Scared of who?"

"Scared of me. Be very afraid." a woman with a straight posture and a stern look on her face stared down at him. She wasn't much taller than him, yet the way her aura radiated and filled the whole room made him feel small.

Yet his eyes were filled with admiration "Oh." left his lips.

"This is Agent Twilight. She will be monitoring you and whipping you into shape. She's one of our most experienced spies—Hell, the finest." the handler said "I'm not one to pass on a twerp, but you are one hard nut to crack. Good luck with him, Twilight."

"You seriously gave up on this kid?" she scanned him up and down "He seems scrawny. Feed him and get some meat on his bones, it makes sense why he didn't get much progress."

"You feed him. You're responsible for him now."

"Am I gonna get paid for this?"

"You'll be paid handsomely."

"Alright then." her eyes lit up with the thought of money and how she was going to spend it. She drags him out of the room by the collar of his shirt and lets go of him when they reached a hallway "Come follow me, kid."

"Okay..."

The blond had no idea what he got himself into. But one thing is for sure, he was infatuated with this woman. Something about her eyes lured him in.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Er, I'm 19."

"Your real age?"

"18..."

"Oh. I'm 3 years older than you." she stops and looks back at him "I won't go easy on you, kid. If you wanna be a great spy by the time you're 20, then you better do whatever I say."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Just call me Twilight. No need for formalities. How about you, kid? Should I just keep calling you kid or are you gonna give me a code name?"

"Code name?"

"We throw away our identities here. We don't use our real names. Make a code name, yeah? That'll be your first assignment from me. Do it while we eat."

He didn't know how this woman made his heart skip a beat, it felt weird. He only read about the feeling of love, but never experienced it.

Little did he know, she'll be responsible for the worst years of his life...

NOW. 12 years later.

"Agent Twilight, this is the last time I'll be asking you to return to the field."

"Good. You'll finally give up." she blew out the smoke from the cigarette, burning nicotine falling to the concrete floor. The handler pulled her into an empty alleyway to convince her once more. In the process, she rips her skirt from a scrap metal piece.

"Hey! This is one of my good skirts, you bitch!"

Three years of retirement and yet she did not show any desire in going back as a spy. She instead lives as a normal civilian living in Ostania, not Westalis despite being on their side. There was no particular reason— that the handler knows of, for her sudden retirement.

"We need you in Operation Strix. We haven't found a suitable agent to assist him. This is for the sake of the two countries. It's to prevent another war from starting."

"Let there be a war then. Let them kill each other and realize how stupid they truly are. I don't care."

"We'll pay you a great amount. Say how much and we'll have it in cash."

"I have self-respect. That's not gonna work on me, not anymore." she smiled, patting down her cigarette "I'm a changed woman."

"Wow. What happened to you?"

"Maybe the country's facade of being a perfect place made me soft."

The handler watched her while she walked away. Desperate, she let out a sigh "Please. Let this be your last mission. End with a bang, Twilight."

She knew her last mission wasn't worth recording. It bothered her for a while. Here she was, given another chance to change that. Her ego won't ever forgive her if she had that ridiculous mission in her military intelligence record.

"Please, call me Y/n." 

But she still declined it. As she walked away, the Handler stared at the large rip on her skirt, smiling to herself "You'll thank me later, Twilights."