Chapter 1

A tension settled inside her and it wanted silence. With a firm movement of palms she violently hits the table, and the effect was strong enough. The whispers have stilled and perhaps rumors will follow the same way. Garbage, lefovers after a meal are never allowed. They create unimaginable situations. You almost wonder if avoinding the conflict is on the list of tick boxes. What came out was just a prepared bullet, to fly your brain to another universe. You won't know anything anymore, you won't struggle your nerves with useless information. You simply give up on duty, on facing the danger and the enemy. These things didn't grip her interest at all. She was holding hands with what she decided to do, feeling an invincibility. Who was present have caught the message and will do as they are allowed to do. If there was one way to be above the enemy, it was to play their style.
She gathers the documents from the table without care, only to throw them away. The superiors made fun of her, but she doesn't rely on they. In her team were friends who supported her and doesn't abandon critical situations.

- You know, their words don't even exist.

-And the clan gets down on its knees, glorifying a bunch of incompetent, snobs who care about their fat bellies.

-You managed to convey the message to them properly.

- No, we achieved this together.

-Of course! Do you need anything else ?

– Just give me the ID and I'll be right out.

The brunette handed her the necessities, wishing her good luck in her little mission. In a short time this would bring them the valuable infomation and also pleas for mercy from the enemy. They were not satisfied with the good appearances displayed by the eyes of the world. They were looking for their true qualities. Since you don't expect a friend to be your enemy. She always tended to know what was not being said, a forbidden taboo. With small steps she walks through the unstable tunnel, hoping that even her breathing will not disturb it.

Until she got to point B she wouldn't come out and when it happens she will spread her webs. Every move reminded her of the result she was hoping for. Her flashlight flickered less and less, a sign that it was dying. She could hear something metallic rolling through the darkness and could guess it was the spare batteries. She imagined she would have to grope along the wall, hoping not to get lost. Slowly, she moves forward until a point of light blinds her. It was a person with a lantern and a cloak, whose hood it pulled down, revealing her face. The anticipation that she knows the person could be confirm. She knews that Vichy has a friend, Lila, and now they are face to face. The feeling of rediscovery was visible on her face. She didn't get carried away, but just let her hug her, recognizing her as Vichy. Lila caught herself in the fever of discovery, not suspecting the presence of the enemy under her nose. Her mission is to put herself in the shoes of the character, without giving suspicion. Soon the information will fall from her hands and she will catch it.

The echo created by their voices disturbed the fragile structure of the tunnel. The ceiling was beginning to crack. Chunks of earth shattered on impact with the ground. Lila grabbed her hand, pulling her away from danger, and then they ran until they reached their destination. Inside, guards stood along the edge of the wall or patrolled around. They stopped at a large double door where the boss was just adjourning a meeting. Whe he saw them, the surrounding people no longer mattered, instantly absorbed by the news. Before asking any questions Mey informs him about the plans to attack Neverland. These were on the stick witch he is handing, meant to copy the movements of the Marmoris, in the end will be confiscated. Her attention had focused on Max, watching him open the file with a satisfied smile. Since Neverland has not announced any change in tactics. Now she'll have power and ammunition to bury them alive forever. Analyze the details, nodding that the information is useful and correct. It allows them to leave the room, giving them free time. Mey insists on being shown the entire base. If it was still missing for so long and there were changes. During the tour she took care to memorize what she saw for a supposed crisis situation. Somewhere on the second floor they came upon a room similar to a training room. Lila pointed to a wall of rifles and a plastic dummy ready for firing. Without further hesitation they chose a toy with balls and the fun began. The skills of a colleague instantly got her attention, forgetting about the mission, about the role she was playing. The redhead stopped , arranging his hair. She meets his cold, calm eyes, feeling a spell cast over her. His icy expression changed to a shy smile as he read the message. Closer to Mey he shows her how to wield the weapon without much effort.
Lila showed a her jealousy and the rage on her face. She coldly announced the closing time of the training room. They returned to their rooms, finding that Lila would be keeping her company for longer than she had anticipated. The only thing she should have a headache about. Moments of relaxation cut from the schedule, all that remained was to endure her nervousness. She has the feeling that she had entered into a love triangle, a fact already confirmed. At nightfall the story calms down, and in the day it explodes again. The crazy package doesn't end there. Their missions, their training, were repetitive, never a change, raising questions. In her sleep she heard Lila's steps, the door slam, the keys rattling, a leg tormented by a weight. She would swear she had ended up having weird hearings, a normal thing at night. The activity of her colleague placed her mind in curiosity, being difficult to calm down. She hasn't moved anything for a long time. Not even a speck of dust, and now she had a reason to disturb them. She crossed the dark side of the building from one side to the other, stopping in front of a wide open door. At a desk, smaller than the ones seen before, the boss was looking for a point on a map. He turns his head to her, asking her to join him. She scans the room from one corner to the other, then himself, and the smell of wine has given him the desired state. The stick she passed to him was on a corner of the map, calling out for her to be freed, taken home and now was her chance.
It only took one movement to pin her to the wall, taking small pieces of hee fear, hatred and disgust for him. She abandons her attempt to pull away, a ticket to a terrible stage of the situation.

-Did you look for me, sweetie?

-You guess my intentions too early..

-And I thought you had left.

-I was under your nose, darling.

- So quickly, without letting me know! I still feel hurt... I won't let you get away from me anymore.

He no longer heard her and continues his speech, without being fully aware. His words hung in the air, not being replaced by others. Without making any kind of expression. His grin meant far too much. He struggled alone with the buttons of Mey's shirt, who hung off his shoulder. Nervous tears streamed down her pale cheeks in the moonlight. She hugged him tightly, almost strangling him, and whispered softly and delicately:

-I missed you so much, what a fool I am, right?

She immediately turns him into a good boy, lying on the floor, unconscious, although she would be happy to cut off his head as a trophy. Still, he's not going to stain her hands with the blood of a vulgar bastard from head to toe. She puts the stick into hir coat pocket, feeling her phone vibrate. She listens carefully to her friend's words, triggering a need to change her movement from a minute ago. Whatever she did now would no longer matter, but would give a kind of satisfaction that she would deprive herself of.

Time was slipping through her fingers and she had to go back. She would not allow anyone to divide the clan no matter how many lives were taken. Perhaps the murders meant the consequence for her deep mistrust. The superiors tried to get their minds into their heads and their desire was to have a trophy brought to them. All this to clarify one thing: she did not betray them, she was on their side, she would never leave them. She had the proof and they will believe her, being convinced. Her favorite ghost floated by without being affected by anything.

-Are you sure you have what you need?

- I don't think I missed any detail..

-I think you forgot to say goodbye to Handsome.

-What I wouldn't give to put you in the grave, but you're already dead, damn it! Mey having enough of Jasmine's childish behavior.

Around a corner, the black wig, the uncomfortable uniform and the tight shoes ended up in the first dumpster seen. She pulls her clan's uniform out of her bag, fitting it in a second. She exhales, touches the wall and slips through the door, being inside the base.The brunette greeted her with a big smile. Her eyes were wide open, wanting to reveal the great mysteries on the screen to her at once. It was loaded with files, papers stuck to the edge of the screen. The most important thing was the map. A road dotted with pawns crossed the city, the mountains and stopped not far from her family's mansion. There were two options here: they intended to lure her there and leave the base exposed, or there was something else it was missing.

Suspicions were floating about the Garren Clan, being in a good position in the future and winning. Only one idea gripped her interest was to throw Garren and Marmoris into a conflict. Neverland would go third person and win. And she couldn't imagine defeat under any circumstances. She wondered what kind of measures they had taken and she knew the gaps. Because there was no successor the place was somehow discovered. Snobbery, mistrust and refusal have started a useless masquerade called war. They didn't accept her taking over Neverland, and now the consequences were blooming beautifully. The funny thing was that she was putting effort into improving the situation, even if they didn't like it. They had to stop her and end up killing them with her own hands. Their decisions were never counted as good sign. The fatal mistake was putting security on the place. Then there was a period where they focused on deals. The goods requested by the collaborators were far too difficult to procure. The main problem was not paying certain costs in a transaction and losing half of the goods. After more harassment they gave the final blow. The heads of the leader of Neverland were carefully displayed in a warehouse. The extremely familiar scene scared her and she hated that she had arrived too late. Her mission failed. She didn't discover the danger in time and chose to sink into silence until now..
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