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The fear and uncertainty which the future holds over our fate should never overshadow our desires. The heart will always know and has always known what it wants, no external force will ever be able to shift those deep-rooted cravings, no matter the damage done to the mind or body. It is just a matter of time until it begins to look for itself and chooses to disobey any rational thought in order to truly become happy. It is just a matter of time.
A truly pesky thing.
5.15 am
Tuesday the 13th of April
Less than a week after the USJ incident.
Commission
The rising sun was blinding Hawks through the curtains of the window. Strangely enough, it wasn’t bothering him all that much, or maybe it wasn’t really strange at all since he’d grown familiar with the deafening lights shining in his sensitive eyes throughout most of his childhood.
But never mind the lights when Hawks has got much larger things to worry about. Such as the mission that he is starting today or rather tonight.
They are calling it: Operation Mockingbird.
And Hawks thought that it was a fitting name. As fitting as one could make it with the highly restricted theme of bird breeds that Madame Commissioner assigned to Hawks when he’d been given his first official mission with the Commission. She thought that she was clever as if nobody would be able to connect the dots if they went through the Commission’s records and see the plethora of bird related mission titles.
The briefing that he received from Madame Commissioner about this mission was very brief, only lasting about 15 minutes in total, but those are some sacrifices that Hawks has to make in order to prosper as a Hero and reach his true potential. Or at least that was what he’s always been told.
He’s been told many things in all his time with the Commission, but fairly recently have they begun to praise his work in the hero community, both publicly and privately, and to be completely honest Hawks had no clue if he liked it or not. True, he did tell Madame Commissioner that he deeply appreciated it when they backed him up but that wasn’t necessarily a lie since it was just what she would have wanted to hear anyway.
Whatever his opinion on the recently received praise was, Hawks did not know it, he was too busy with work. As one of the youngest Heroes to ever make it into the Top 3 life was hard but work was even harder.
Though the Commissioner is certain that he will be able to fit in another mission in his schedule. His handler was adamant that there was adequate space for it, between Hawks and his handler, Hawks was always better at mental maths than him and could clearly see that the only thing he could possibly remove to make more space in his schedule was his 6-hour 30-minute sleep that occurred every night.
Nevertheless, the orders have been ordered and they must be followed, no matter the contradictions in their words Hawks knew how to read in between the lines. In some cases, it doesn’t matter if he does not follow the orders exactly as if he was to do so The Commissioner would be left unsatisfied with his work. And it would be a shame if all that training and preparation work that went into creating Hawks would go to waste just because he was too stupid to please his owner boss.
Boss.
And Hawks does not want to bring shame to The Commission’s name so he will do the simple task of obeying his rules and he will go and look through his contacts to infiltrate the League of Villains. He will get close to Shigaraki and eliminate him as well as any members in the inner circle. Why is he doing this? It does not matter. The Commissioner ordered him to do so and he will.
‘. . . wait. . . ‘
‘. . .’
‘. . . why?’
‘Why is the Commission so concerned about a group of villains that aren’t considered a threat?’
‘Why do they care so damn much about villains who have barely done anything?’
The only good thing about the passage of time is that we, as its followers, are forced to move and change as the time passes around us. For the better or the worse, people change constantly, even if it does take a long time for the change to become visible, that does not extinguish the progress made.
Hawks did not stop in his tracks as he began to question his orders. He walked out of that building like he would any other day and he still smiled at any attention that he got on the street like he’d always been told to do.
He is simply just doing what’s expected of him.
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Inside the Commissioner’s office
5 minutes after Hawks left
Slouching back into her chair, Miss Madame President herself, slouched , before loudly sighing into the stale air of her office. An unprofessional act that she would’ve criticised (read: punished) Hawks for if he ever dared to make in her presence. The irony wasn’t lost on her but her old back was seriously getting messed up by sitting in that chair which has been in this office since her predecessor was in charge, that she has yet to replace.
It is not at all that she has more important things to worry about.
Like for instance the League of Villains that popped up a few days ago. It is not the villains that caught her intention but the things they called ‘Nomus’ that striked an uncanny resemblance to the old tale that passes from Commissioner to Commissioner which she had sworn to protect against.
In that moment, Hawks’ handler #12, whom she hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, entered through the door with a folder in his hand. It was better that way, since Hawks is now able to be considered as reliable considering his track record, there was no need for her to be in close contact with his handler. No need to repeat old mistakes.
“I found the file that you asked for, Ms.” He stated in that cold voice of his that also doubled as his only defining feature.
While the words themselves were perfectly polite, his tone has since lost the respect he had held for her, along with his eyes that were saying the unspoken words that would get him killed.
‘Well it was bound to happen soon enough.’ She thought as she took the file from his outreached hand, ‘It’s going to take me a while to find a replacement for Hawks.’
Dismissing the soon-to-be-dead man, she waited until he leaves the room to open the folder. Memories from decades ago flood her brain as she recalls the first and only other time she had this folder in her hands.
The first time she learned of the fascinating story of two brothers and their quirks.