She shook her clothes, wiping off the stray blood drops, but free. The puzzle pieces had come together, somehow foretelling incidents that hadn't sprung from her imagination. Moreover, she now held answers to the questions that had been eating her alive. One of them revolved around the exchange. Looking like it as a pretext for killing. They weren't aiming to help people avoiding the war. They preferred their secret elimination, as if they had refused and ultimately died. She couldn't stop her mind from creating scenario after scenario. Each image provided fuel for a tumult. She held power within herself, aware that it could be drawn from here. She wouldn't let go, never giving them a choice. If someone wanted her withdrawal from the game, then only death was a candidate for such a thing. Now, back at the base, she paid no attention to anything around her. She made her way through the halls until she managed to open the library door. The shelves, the silence, the dim light emitted a meditative state, perfect for calming any spirit. Her soul was still agitated, and she had to calm it, not to consume it. On tiptoes, she stretched like a cat to grab a map placed too high. Her attempt failed miserably, leaving her dissatisfied. The shelves, equally upset, decided to let their weight fall over her. Mey fell back into reality much too late. She had no escape. She raised her arms as a shield, waiting for her clumsiness to die down someday. When she was about to get hurt, the shelf stopped, being carefully placed. Among the strands of hair, she saw a tall redhead with emerald eyes. She felt like the last tick of a clock from a finished hour. She murmured a timid thank you, hiding her expression from his. Still, a vague familiarity in the air, touching her heart: He's the one, I wouldn't confuse him.

–Are you okay? Did something happen to you?

–Thanks to you, I'm not shattered in pieces..

–Next time, use a ladder, it's safer.

–You better help me.

Mey restrained a smile, avoinding to a burst of laughter. She didn't want to laugh at her own joke, she waited for a signal from him.

–If I'm around.

–You'll appear in a second, right?

–Most likely.

Not a muscle of his face moved. His cold aura remained unchanged. He picked up the map from the ground and handed it to her, leaving it hanging in the air, without words. She couldn't figure out what threw her deeper into confusion: the war or him. Both teased her curiosity fiercely. The present difference was that the war was a little more tangible, but he was an enigma. Not even the map contained an answer. She had to study it from beginning to end. She moved her fingers over marked pinpoints. She had already located where the armies were hiding but searched for a specific place. The attack plan involved encircling, as if someone hadn't oriented well. She relied that her trust wouldn't be shattered anymore, thinking of a verification. She couldn't bear another mistake written on her list. So, she opened the communication equipment. It consisted of an earpiece connected to her phone and another through a unique code. She entered the code, and the line and signal were active. She tried to contact her accomplice and succeeded.

–Mell, tell me if you hear me.

–Yes, loud and clear. Is something wrong?

–Not for now. How's the situation there?

–The signal sucks, and it's cold. I don't like it here!

–I'm sorry for you! Are you finished?

–Yes, we're close to the final point.

–Did you encounter difficulties? I hope you were careful.

–No, the mission is going smoothly. Please, don't worry. You'll see them crushed.

–Soon, and you better hurry.

–I was waiting for you to tell me that. I want to get back to aiming at the handsome boys through the scope...

–Ah, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't live in fantasies, at least not now, understood?

–Of course, I'll let you know when I turn them into ash..

–Thank you!

She closed the headset a little relieved. Now that Mell, the clan's sniper, had progressed in the mission. She still had to receive the good news, although she was 100% sure she wouldn't fail. Mell, usually with head in the clouds, was completing her tasks with satisfactory results, despite minor errors.
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