The Problem with Becky

Hearing what Becky said, Hao Ren felt a stream of cold sweat starting to roll down his back. But she was happy-go-lucky as usual and did not detect that anything was amiss. She continued to mumble, "It's been a month since I left home, I still have two unfinished jobs back there. I'll become part of the missing person statistics if I still don't show my face, you know—that's the reality of being a mercenary; they'll just assume that you're KIA and close the case if you don't report back after a while."

Hao Ren looked at Becky very cautiously. "Aren't you happy being here?"

"It's pretty good here," said Becky, absent-mindedly. "It's just that, I feel Iike I can't keep playing out there all the time. It's time to go home; after all, this is not my place."

All of a sudden, reality started to sink in. Becky asked, "Wait a minute... has something gone wrong and I can't go home? Come on, this is all your organisation's fault. I was brought here unwillingly!"