Lost

Chapter 1

This place, my home, is a small cottage where I permanently live. I have some other houses around the world for jobs, but this one, is the best. Located in the West of the mainland, to be exact, one of the mountains here, I received this house as a last gift from my parents. It isn't big, but what you wouldn't notice is that under my house is one of the IRIS' hideouts, well more like a branch.

"Well the same to you, Loine. This is your house, but why reading? Reading is boring you know? You should be having fun!" He scolded me for reading an encyclopedia about dragons. "This one is interesting," I replied, "Dragons, and the so-called island, Mystneam."

"Well, that is fiction isn't it? Ya must be crazy to think that dragons still exist," he mumbled again, looking at the sky and then at the mountains. My house isn't in town, it lays between the mountain ranges. "How's the investigation doing, Dyal? I heard they're decreasing interest again," I said with a little worry note, trying to change the topic.

"They haven't been moving. The IRIS thought it as a good move, but I think it is suspicious," he said while taking a seat beside mine. "To think that they asked the Di and Tri to investigate," he added. "Yeah, it is weird," I continued.

At the balcony, Dyal and I were just talking about all kinds of stuff. The IRIS, football, the IRIS, love, the IRIS, mountains and the IRIS are our topics. Seven years ago, the IRIS found an artifact, in the middle of the mountains. It was written in the ancient language. We haven't even decipher a single letter. The IRIS thought it might be connected to the M Ward. The M Ward might found another artifact, and had been busy deciphering it since. "But you know that there's no proof for that," he said. Yeah, it is true, there is no proof for the ancient thing.

"So, what's your real reason coming here Tri? It is impossible for the number three of IRIS coming all the way here just to say hello," I said a bit more serious right now.

"Well, you found out already. Ya suspension is being held. The IRIS suspected that M Ward have been making a move," he replied, looking at me, seriously. Unless you are an agent, you might not even notice that Dyal is a secret agent, and a special one to be exact. "You're takin the job," he continued.

"What the-" I replied. I thought being suspended means you can't go on a job, like being expelled but only for a short while. "But why the heck would the IRIS order me? I thought you were on the job." As soon as I finish my sentence, Dyal lift his shirt and showed me his bandages. "Told me that I needed a rest. Been investigating a black market, got nothing and got into a fight. Ten to two. Ain't fair isn't it?" he chuckled, "Three broken ribs, broken elbow, yeah, I'm good," he continued.

"So, I'm going to have to go back?" I asked. He chuckled again, "Yeah, but this time, ya'll go straight to the DF."

"Huh, you must be kidding me, Dyal. The DF? How serious can this be?" I answered, trying to reduce the stress in our conversation, but it seems that I failed.

The DF is another special force. It is completely different from us agents. Even ranked agents need top secret permission to get their info. Nobody even knows what the DF stands for. From what I know, only one agent knows who the DF are. Mono. And there is another one, not surprisingly, the Master.

"No kiddin, orders straight from the Master. Go to the DF, get ya things, and get going. That's it," he said with a bit less stress. But it seems that the history had just begun. This wont be good, is what I say.

"Well then, seems like ya better get going Di."

"But, what about you, Tri? How long will it take you to recover?" I asked, actually worrying about his health.

Dyal is strong, but he hurt his physical body too much. He had even worse scars than the ones I had. The biggest one he had is the one on his chest. It covers not less than half of his chest. Because of that scar, he never went to the beach. But, since the IRIS had it's own training place, -which one of them is a beach-, he, Dyal, never miss the chance to go play. He enjoyed playing at the HQ's training place because everyone there will never ask about the scar he had. I asked him several times already, about where and when did he get that scar, but he never answers my question.

"I'll be just fine. Ya better get going​, Di"

"Yeah, see you, Tri."

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This story is fiction. All the names, address and the story itself are the result of the Author's imagination.

If there are any grammatical mistakes, I apologize. You are free to stop reading at all times.

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