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The room looked better than in previous years. Instead of white ordinary walls, it was painted black, with several lines looking like blood running down the walls.

The girl put on a black suit and strapped a belt around her waist with pistol and two knives. The suit encircled her body precisely and was able to hide the girl in the crowd, as the sign was not on the shoulder but under the belt. The girl exhaled slowly and opened the door.

"Falingray, you have to go to Keppler's," an agent told her, and she set off.

Although the base looked like a huge maze, it was not difficult to know here, although it was also true that it was one of the oldest at this base.

"Elizare," she waved at him and went to sit in her chair.

"I have a task for you," he tossed her a folder, which she immediately opened, and peered out at it a picture of a black box with gold ornaments and a black stone just below it.

"We call him Death, I bet you guess why. He has great power in him, but no ordinary person can put it in his hand, he always disappears from him. We didn't just train you on missions, but on this, because you were made for this, "he said to her, clasping his hands together.

"Where is he?" The girl asked if she had a mission, she needed to know everything.

"Unfortunately, Shield base number 45 is at the end of New York, which is inhabited by avengers," he explained, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Is that supposed to stop me?" The question was rather rhetorical.

Elizar smirked proudly and gave her more information, "The Avengers, though it doesn't seem like it, have overwhelmed us many times. So your mission will start tomorrow. Your procedure is canceled this afternoon, you have to prepare. "The girl nodded and stood up.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to eat," she said before leaving, and slammed the door.

She walked between the corridors, looking around, feeling as if she was being watched. She took the elevator downstairs and headed for the dining room, where she took her food and sat down at the table. She started eating slowly when someone entered the dining room, everyone started whispering. The girl rolled her eyes and turned, knowing who was behind her.

"I did it," he said proudly, sitting down next to her.

"He'll like it," she agreed.

"I'm going there again today, I'm sorry they're going to erase my memory again." Yes, even after so many years, he couldn't come to terms with it, but he had no other job, everyone was after him.

"I don't think I have the impression that they'll want you to remember, you did the job," she smirked and shoved a fork of food into her mouth.

"Maybe," he thought, but he didn't believe it much, he'd forget about it anyway, whether today or in a few weeks.

"Winter Soldier to my office," the radio said, and the girl grinned.

"Don't laugh, you'll go there too." He slammed into her shoulder and left with an almost eaten tray.

"Not today," she shouted after him, smiling, which he couldn't see anymore.

"Falingray, go to my office immediately," he said, and the girl slammed her cutlery on her plate so loudly that everyone looked at her. She left the tray on the table and headed angrily for him.

"It won't let me get there either," she cursed, and every agent avoided looking at her.

She slammed the door and looked at him indignantly.

"You'll interrupt me again at lunch, God with you," she said, sitting down in her chair, but no one else could sit next to him, grinning at her in amusement. "Oh, what's the matter?" she asked in a calmer voice.

"I've started a new organization and I want you to be part of it," Elizar said, raising the eyebrow.

"I take it, but I want a room with a bar, a higher salary and a more comfortable bed," she said, leaning back as she crossed her legs.

The stranger grinned in amusement and looked at Elzar to see if he agreed.

"Fine," Elizar nodded, clear that they would argue for a long time.

"Go pack," he ordered, and the girl just shrugged, then left.

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"She's rebellious," the stranger remarked, and Elizar leaned casually in his chair.

"And that's what it does, so we don't have to worry about it falling into the hands of the avengers," Elizar said, glimpses of hope in his eyes, their hopes of exterminating the Shield and the avengers.

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Just one bag was enough to pack all the necessary things, half of which were filled with weapons, a quarter with her clothes, and a quarter with her personal belongings. She took off her suit and replaced it with an ordinary trick, jeans and a leather jacket. She kept her weapons up for better handling and, if there was a risk of attack, a quick pull. She tucked a clantren in her pants and knives in her high boots, which had compartments.

She looked at herself and had to conclude that inconspicuousness was not really her forte. She ruffled her natural brown hair and sat down on the bed, not saying when they would come for her, but hoping it would be soon.

Less than five minutes passed and someone knocked on the door. She opened them and smiled, after which the boy hugged her.

"James," she said hoarsely, glad to be released.

"I came to say goodbye," he explained as he saw her questioning expression.

"Do you know that yet?" She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame.

"You won't even let me in?" He whimpered, and the answer was no.

He puffed her cheeks, and the girl had something to do to keep from laughing, which she still couldn't stand, and James happily joined her.

"Take care," he whispered as he hugged her again and inhaled her scent.

The girl shook her head, guys.

"I'll see you sometimes, too," she added, not resisting his tousled hair.

"Hey," he complained, trying to straighten them out, even though it was useless without the help of a mirror.

"At least you remember me," she said, sticking out her tongue.

"You know, yeah, great for a lifetime," he rolled his eyes and the girl folded her arms across her chest.

"Your irony won't surpass mine," she snorted, and before she could say anything more, he jumped into her speech.

"But it's true," she grinned, hard.

"Then we have nothing more to say," she said dryly, grabbing the door to signal it to close, which it did, and then heard footsteps leading away.