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I know I've mentioned before that I predicted

But.

I feel bad for not updating last week

So what do I do?

I compensate by giving you guys an chapter.

"GET DOWN," Aaron (Agent R) instructed, all four of us agents dropping down in extreme squats. About 20 bullets zipped across the room and pierced the air in amazing accuracy. All of our heads would've been off by now if not for Aaron's quick reflexes. As expected of the top ranked agent in the Assault division.

Jean (Agent P) reaches our her hand and I slid her a backup gun that I packed earlier, standing up and extending my arm with a quick, snap-like motion, fingers tensed around the trigger as it aims steady at the shadow figure that stood at the entrance.

Hunter (Agent A) shoots at the entryway, before the barrier gives way to hackers and a team of black suits with red strip marks on the sleeves of their upper arms.

I knew that uniform from somewhere.

"Evans," I made a quick comment to Jean, "You've worked with them before, no?"

The woman, widely known for being a deception agent, has gone on numerous missions as some sort of assigned forged identity. She glanced at me and then to the suits, then back at me.

"Definitely," She grunted as she replayed events in her mind that only god knows what, "One of them striked a dagger right down my back 5 years ago." Hunter caught a glimpse of our conversation and frowned, "Who?"

I gave her a sympathetic look. That was the reason why I was called in to take Jean's position, otherwise I had no purpose disguising myself as a nerd with braids and glasse-

My eyes snapped into a frown. What was this memory? The more I contemplated, the longer I dazed from reality. I saw pictures, from my own hand on a desk, spinning a pencil, to the braids that covered my expression, to the boy that poked me.

Tho.. ton.. Tom..? Tommy? Tomonthy? Tim- Timmy tho.. Thomas!

"LENNON," Shouted a familiar voice from behind, "WATCH OUT YOU FOO-

I reacted as I saw a body hurdle towards me, but I calculated in the little time between collision that I was too late. This was going to hurt.

Bracing myself, I was suddenly hurdled to the side against a different body that seemed to have the goal of protecting mine rather than smash it to bits. Both of us let out muffled grunts as our bodies collided into each other's before sliding across the floor. I could tell he was male.

"Agent W," came my team leader from behind. I began the process of picking myself back up, glimpsing a peek — over the man that protected my fall — to the rest of the R.U. Agents. Chestin was all suited up from my line of vision and he stared at me in a degree of disbelief and concern.

The R.U. Agent that helped me just a moment ago quickly went to go deal with the hurdler that was supposed to be my threat, while I resumed back into the action as swiftly as I went out of it because I was in the front lines. I managed to dash a few feet forward before I skidded to an abrupt stop, snapping the wrist of one of the opposing team's agents and performed a round house kick, backing it up with my hind legs to make certain the woman fell down permanently. Make a 360 degrees turn and all around the main floor you could hear and see the snapping of bones, the grunts and growls of men, the shrieks and huffs of women, the bang and whizzing of bullets, and you could feel the confused tension and skill of every agent participating.

But who was behind this? By this rate people will die and no one would know why. Used to being the observer and decision maker, I scanned the opposing team for someone that stood out, someone that stood firm and proud, that had a threatening aura around him, that stood still and was searching for that one person in our headquarters too.

Our eyes met momentarily.

I almost dropped my gun.

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"There's an empty seat next to Jamie. Jamie, can you raise your hand?" //// "That's a cool looking fish," he continued, grinning at me as he finished placing his backpack on the ground and had peered over into my territory //// "Watch where you're going, lowlife," a high-pitched voice rained down upon me. I looked up to meet eyes with one of Allison's followers //// "It's been two years, it's really hard to keep holding a grudge against someone like you." //// Hey, do you know anything about a red ring? Find that out for me? I'll attach a pic ////

"Not at all, you look cute," he popped, giving me a soft, side smile //// "To seduce me while I sleep?" he commented slyly, smirking afterwards //// He didn't even feel pity? Couldn't even save me? I mean, whatever happened to us being 'buddies?' //// "There is no 'i,'" I emphasized, "I, didn't want that kiss. I, wasn't the one doing the kissing. Therefore, I, am not part of the kiss. Do you understand now, you rich bitch of a jerk?" ////

"Ferris Wheel?" He said softly, smiling amused at my unstable state //// He sighed, "Lennon, stop being stubborn. Come here." //// He nodded, "Promise." //// "you know goddamn well we're gonna end up murdering the poor boys before they could even see their grandkids, have you no mercy?" //// "Back to sleep Lennon," he suddenly said, smiling softly at me //// I pushed away and before I left completely, I uttered out to Daniel, "Whatever you do, stick with Allison." //// He hasn't ever glared at me before. It didn't feel good to receive a glare from him ////

"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ON A BULLET-PROOF SUIT," he shouted angrily, tightening his grip on my arms so that I could regain balance //// "I have a wound on my upper right arm," I began again and everyone hushed, "a bullet through my back, aching wrists and ankles, bruises all over my body and head, broken bones in my neck, and poison injected into my left forearm... when are we going to reach the hospital?" I asked softly //// "I'm her boyfriend," he tried dully //// "Why does she talk like you all live together or something?" ////

Before I was about to give up, I heard him say, "Cabinet, open drawer four, that's all of your clothes." //// "What? I'm hungry," I mumbled back, continuing to drink my strawberry milk, "You're just jealous you didn't grab one on your way up too." //// "I'm not going. I'm not a student at this school. None of us are. Allison had always been our target, and now that she doesn't show up, we have no purpose here." //// "I... hope we never see each other again." ////

I frowned, "A bomb? Who would-" //// "Oh I know everything," the man responded calmly, smiling creepily at me. "Agent W." //// Well shit. My code name. How did he know? Only R.U. members knew the code names. Or, people who knew the R.U. members, maybe past enemies, through missions knew the code names as well //// "You... still have his contact?" //// "Anne?" sixteen-year-old Sammy, nephew of Jay, grumbled, stretching his gradually forming muscles and rubbing at his crystal green eyes //// Then again, when was 'Jamie James Wendy Agent W Anne Antoinette Lennon' ever a princess? //// "YOU SLEPT WITH HIM," Axel reminded me, making me flinch for real, "That wasn't on the to-do list, Agent W." ////

It almost seemed like he planned to have us alone again... There was something he wanted off his chest //// What's gotten into you? Do you know how late it is? Can't I go to sleep, partner? I have a class to teach tomorrow and reports to turn in, you're taking away my sleep time for what? 'Liam?' A friend you called on my phone and forgot to delete the contact? I'm not responsible. I've been on loads of missions, visited plentiful places, and met with thousands of people in the past 5 years away from the R.U., and you're asking me who this one mere insignificant cunt is? Don't shit with me, Hall." //// But... I'm sure I remember a mop... ////

"They're looking for you." //// I gave her a sympathetic look. That was the reason why I was called in to take Jean's position, otherwise I had no purpose disguising myself as a nerd with braids and glasse- ////

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"Halt." I growled, readying my primary gun and hesitating whether or not to aim it at the man.

Jean, Hunter, and Aaron got their last shot in before they snapped their heads to me with confused expressions. The rest of the agents rushing in from the back didn't hear, and started firing their bullets towards the front.

"I SAID STOP," I raised my voice, sending vicious chills down everyone's spins, getting even my team leader to freeze.

Chestin caught up to me and grabbed my arm roughly, yanking my body up to look at him. "What the hell are you trying to do, Jamie, get us killed?"

I shot daggers into his eyes and he shut up. The rest of the R.U. Agents followed his suit, but they still had their weapons up.

"You," I demanded to the man with blue eyes, the man I remembered, and the man that I dreaded to see once more in my life. He had no expression that I could read as the face cloth only revealed his eyes, and a hat cleverly casted shadows on his face, but from his eyes, I could tell he was not expecting this turn of events for some reason.

"It's been a while," I continued, maintaining eye contact with the man and walked forward a bit so that he could see me, "Carter." The gun was right by my side. I was taking no chances.

The cloth moved, and I could tell his mouth parted and his eyes had drawn into confused frowns.

"I thought we agreed that meeting again wasn't on our agenda," I was starting to doubt about something, the man was unresponsive and seemed to be taken out of track, "Why the aggressive manner all of a sudden?"

And here came the first response- a scoff.

He shifted his weight from one leg to another, and put one hand up to cease fire from his side. Then he picked up his gun and didn't hesitate after that to aim it at my head. I didn't know if he knew, but from our distance, there was no way I couldn't avoid that bullet.

He didn't forget my position, did he?

"You greet me with a gun, Carter?" I asked slowly, in a bit of reflecting and confusion, "That's hardly fair when you Renai's stormed our headquarters. What do you want here?"

His next words got me to loosen the grip on my trigger, but not enough for me to drop my gun again.

"Give him back, ."

My brows furrowed as I sneaked a glance at the rest of the Renai agents. They were all on board with what they want, while we didn't even know what the problem was.

Wait, kitten?

"Who," I demanded skeptically. A thought crossed my mind for a split second, but something made me push it away.

"," the man growled at me from his position. The name triggered some movement from the Renai and I had to warn them not to take a step as I emphasized the gun I had in front of me as well, and that prompted the R.U. Agents to clink and load their guns behind me, which quieted down the opposing team.

Liam? I was confused, and my eyes showed it all as I searched the man's face once more. The thought that appeared for a moment a while ago came back.

I had jumped back from the bed and turned around to a dagger thrown at my head. My back arched back as I caught a peek at the dark figure that was in the room with me. Blue eyes. Black cloak //// "Move the knife, kitten" he replied, "Then I'll think about it." It was a different voice from the Liam that I knew //// Bright blue eyes. Dirty blonde hair that was swept to the side. It was not Liam ////

"You're not..." I started, trying to hide the quiver forming in the back of my throat, "Liam."

I had made the same mistake three years back. The very first time I faced him in a battle, it was not him. It was another boy with blue eyes, and I had fought with that boy first three years ago, and today I also fought with that same man.

Kai Bennet.

"Kai?" My voice came out in disbelief.

The man ripped off his face cloth to reveal three year older features of his once younger self. The boy that used to wear a cloak, that used to stick mops out in the hallway, that used to sleep on the rooftop of I.O Academy, that used to be there to drive a certain someone to the hospital, that used to check up on that certain someone in the hospital, that used to have petty arguments with that certain someone, and much more.

Now, he was different. He'd gotten a lot more dead silent, and a whole new aura surrounded his threatening form. Looking at him was like looking at a completely alternate being. I felt like throwing up.

Kai was almost like an Axel-alternative for me in those past two years that I contemplated my useless life in the school following Allison around.

"Kitten," his huskier voice, now maybe an octave down, sent rapid chills down my spine, "It's been a while."

The rest of the R.U. agents eyed us back and forth, both being immersed in a conversation no one understood.

"You're looking for... Carter?" I posed, "In what world did you think we'd have Carter?"

Kai seemed to stare at me for a moment. It was like he was battling between how to approach me after three years- as a friend or as a foe. We locked eye contact for a split second, and in that split second, I saw confusion, anxiety, fear, loneliness, betrayal, sadness, hope, and then.. his eyes went cold. They lost color, they lost life, they lost common sense.

My heart sank when he chose the latter.

His gun raised, wasting no time to point directly at my head. "Give him back," he growled in a strangely calm manner, "This is my last warning to you, Jamie, for old time's sake. It took years to break in. You agents had your chance."

It was my first time glancing back at my team leader for guidance since the attack, and I regretted it almost immediately.

Standing next to Jay was a tall, well-built man from three years, with dark jet black hair and deep, crystal blue eyes, and a look that resembled none other than the missing person that everyone wanted. He held his arm as my team leader inspected the wound from the fall earlier, and Jay then glanced up at me, frozen. The unknown man saw Jay divert his attention away from his arm, which was bruised from protecting a certain someone's fall, and he too followed Jay's gaze until we made eye contact for the first time in 3 years.

One name, and one name only, rang violently in my ears- not coming from the earpiece- with so much certainty that I knew I would never, ever, forget again.

Liam Carter.

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Kaiiii

Here are some questions for you guys to consider until the next update:

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Hint: it's not because it's been three years, although that does contribute a bit to her not remembering

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Also let's travel back in time for a moment Mustache Ghost Fam...

Guess who couldn't say her February 14th greetings because she didn't update?

This girl.

So... belated, but nonetheless...

Not satisfied? I'm trying...

Cavities on days' end! You're welcome!

- , I used Agent W as a 'book' evaluation for a major grade in LA just last week, got the papers back a few days ago, and not only did I get a perfect score, but I also was praised for explaining myself so well and understanding the story so explicitly, lol, if only they knew that '' was sitting on the second row in the 5th seat from the wall everyday.

- - Thank you. So very much, thank you for voting and reading to this point. January and February have been crazy, the votes and reads and comments and reading list additions all bombarded my notifications and my start to 2018 have been nothing but smiles everyday. Not just the ones that actively participated, which I am very thankful to, you silent readers are there too right? I'm thankful for you too, please stick around. And you readers who mass-voted recently, a thousand times thank you. I was extremely surprised seeing that Agent W is now ranked in the best top 10 of Action books (ranked 8 to be exact). Never in my life did I think this was possible, please know that all of you who are reading this right now mean a lot to me.