1 The Beginning

Olivia didn't wish to wake up that day. She'd have preferred to roll around in her bed till it was night again, but yet here she is, standing in front of the mirror, shedding tears as she stared at herself. Bloodshot eyes, hair like a lion's mane, a bandaged arm, dried blood in her nostrils and purple splotches all over her, all from the drama that went on last night. 

"Whatever," she said out loud and pushed the mirror, causing it to fall down and crack into a million tiny pieces. She sat down on her bed, watching the last piece of the mirror shatter, not sure what she was expecting to get from it. Maybe some twisted form of mental peace? 

**"How can you be so heartless? After all that he's done for you?" He yelled, the veins in his neck popping out. 

"I'm not here to talk about emotions," she said in an eerily calm tone that contrasted with his. 

"Agent 08, let's think this through, I'm sure you do not wanna kill me," the target said, trying to make her feel guilty for a change. 

"You know that rules are rules, and orders are orders!!" Olivia lost her calm for a bit there, but regained it in a second as she continued, "You, of all people should've remembered."

"AGENT 08! STOP THIS MANIA!" the other person said, lunging at her. She wasn't ready to give this up that easily, she knew that for sure. 

"Get off of me!" She shouted and tried to push him off of her. 

Once, twice, thrice, he punched her in the face till her nose started bleeding. When he swung his arm again, she kicked him back, in the place where the sun never shined. He rolled up in a ball and Olivia pushed him away from herself.

"This bitch really! Ugh!" he exclaimed and rolled around groaning in pain, which left Olivia with a sense of satisfaction. 

One shot, two shots, that's all it took till the groaning third man's body to unroll itself and lay in a pool of blood. The target stood watching helplessly as she neared him. 

"You knew very well not to cross the agency. But you still did." 

"We'll what's done is done now," he stated very casually, and completely ignored the lost life of the man who fought her to protect him. 

"There it is! Your real self. Now are you gonna fight me or go down silently like a ninny?" she asked, her gun in one hand, and her knife in the other. "You could make this easy for me and choose which way to go too."

"I'll choose the knife, but I want you to duel me to death." 

"Well, okay then, as you wish," she said, putting her gun back into its holder.**

Oh how she regretted saying that yesterday! He was pretty good you see, in duels. In fact, he was the one who had trained her for two years when she first came to the agency as a kid. 

The company had ordered her to put him down yesterday, since he had been working as a mole, giving away very valuable confidential information. Considering how she was still alive and breathing, one might come to a conclusion to how the duel went. 

"Knock knock," she heard someone outside her door.

As she opened the door, she saw Jay standing there, posing as if he was a model. He was quite the crackhead friend, but he was also the only reason why Olivia got through training alive. She'd have shot herself the 1st year here, if it wasn't for him and his silliness. 

"Did you really say knock knock out loud?" 

"Well I had to, since the agency refuses to let us have calling bells outside our rooms." 

"Jay, having calling bells for every room in an agency of assassins is just plain absurd."

"Shush! It's 063 for you. Stop calling me by my name when we're in here." 

"Okay agent 063, what news do you have?" Olivia asked, stressing his assigned agent number. 

"Well 08, the boss wants to see you," he said, crossing his arms. 

"Okay, and?" she asked, confusion apparent in her voice. As much as she followed orders to the last word, she was well-known for not giving a damn about authority figures. 

"We need to go right now, or he'd shoot some trainee down. It's that urgent." 

"Gosh this better not be another 'mole in the agency' assignment again." As Olivia walked in to get ready, Jay stopped her for a second. 

"Also, I have a good concealer if you wanna borrow. And hairspray too," he said, after analyzing her rugged appearance. 

"No thanks. Water will have to do." 

"You dunno how much of a built you have. You'd look so pretty with some effort. You should lemme do your makeup sometime," Jay said, flipping his overgrown hair. 

"How do you even have the time to do makeup on yourself?" Olivia asked perplexed. Jay was the only person in the agency who always managed to look as if he was straight out of a cosmetic and fashion magazine. And to top it all off, he kept going around giving free makeup tips to assassins who'd rarely need them.

It took Olivia just a mere span of 5 minutes to get herself ready, which left Jay amazed. 

"Let's go then?" 

Once they neared the boss's office, Olivia felt Jay slowing down. "What's wrong?" she asked, genuinely concerned. 

"I'd rather not walk into a pool of blood. You should go in," he replied, standing outside the door. 

"True that." 

The last time the boss didn't get what he wanted, he had shot two trainees and let them bleed on the white marble, barely alive all the while. Jay didn't have the heart to witness things like that. Why, you ask? Probably because he is merely the tech agent, and not an assassin. They'd given up on training him to kill someone after he had resisted and caused so much trouble in the training centre. 

"Hey there boss!" she said, as she walked into the office. She sat down on the couch facing him with her legs spread out, so as to instill a sense of equality in power. 

"Agent 08, I'm glad you finished the assignment yesterday, cause I have a new one for you today," he said, turning around in his chair. 

"I was hoping to get a break, but bring it on." 

"So, the target is male, 22 years of age," he stated, while throwing a crimson case file across the table for Olivia to read. "The youngest son of the owner of an entertainment company in Asia." 

"Capture?" Olivia secretly hoped that it was just a capture and bring back assignment. 

"Bring him back here, or choose to finish him off there, I don't care." He twirls the pen between his fingers and looks back at Olivia. "Read up well before you board your flight tomorrow. You may leave now." 

"Alright, and I'll take my leave." Olivia stresses the line so as to imply that she came and left the place on her own wish. 

"I'm not explaining everything since you're pretty capable of reading up the rest," he said, so as to get on her nerves. See, last time, she had forgotten to read the file properly and it had gotten her in a shit ton of trouble.

"Pretty much, yeah. And it's not like you'll explain either way," she replied to him, biting the inner sides of her cheeks to control her anger. Her feet hovered on the ground for a moment before she left the room without caring enough to look back and take leave respectfully. 

Jay was peeking in the whole time, trying to get their conversation. "What was that about?" he asked, the very second when Olivia stepped out. 

"Some new assignment." 

"I know that Olive, but where are we going this time?" He asked, pretty excited about about fact that the mission probably entailed travelling. 

"How would you even know it's abroad?" 

"Just tell me!" 

"Well, we're going to…" she paused to take a look at the case file. 

"Korea."