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Did anya forger ever tell you how cool her life is?... because her life is pretty freaken cool! She has the coolest papa, sure he’s a bit of a liar, but you could say that’s a side affect of being a spy. But he’s really nice, he gave her a home, love, and peanuts.
Then her mama… she gave the best hugs!... her mama was kinda scary… assasins often are… but never to anya. Her mother protected her. Cared for her… the other night anya had a nightmare about the peanuts getting revenge… mama came to sleep with her and protect her.
She had a cool dog.
And a best friend… becky.
Whomst? She was walking away from school with.
They where walking and talking when anya saw a van… her dad drove a van, but not like this one. This van looked like a spy van, windowless, nondescript. Forgettable.
‘but theres now way it’s a spy van’ thought anya. ‘that’s just in my head… my own obsession with my cool papa…even if it was… that has nothing to do with me’
It was one of those subcontius thought we all have. Often times it takes a fraction of a second, you have a whole conversation with yourself without words in your own head. Like pitcures, or a movie.
Then she heard a loud screeching noise.
Anya turned to see another windowless van screech to a halt next to her. The door flew open, out stepped men in suits… she had seen suits like this before… when she saw papa working. Again, they dressed like forgettable peaple… then the white coat… a coat she knew well. And the doctor wearing it.
“yes… there she is, subject 7… director meako will be happy we found our lost property… never should have tossed her. Guys!”
One of the men jumped out, kicking becky aside. “move it brat this isn’t about you”
“NO!... LET ANYA GO!” the pink haired girl shouted… she felt cold in her legs, panic in her heart… her blood felt like it was trying to run away.
“quiet the brat… but don’t hurt that brain, we need it intact”
Anya felt a needle in her arm… she knew needles all too well, then she felt tired… the last thing she felt was the hood going over her head… the last thing she heard was becky yelling “NO! ANYA! KIDNAPPING!”
And her last thoughts where ‘papa….mama’
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“we lost a good portion of project AGOGEs assets in the west. The damn local government turned agenst us… luckily our funder in the east helped us track down one of our lost sheep… what made you think it was a good idea to dispose of this girl improperly anyhow doctor?” asked in encredulis voice.
“at the time it wasn’t a big deal… she wasn’t worth killing, and we had so much overhead elsewhere… it wasn’t a problem. No one could have thought we’d loose an intire division and 14 test subjests.” That was anyas old doctor… she’d never forget that voice.
“well. Atleast your incompetence saved us… you still should have killed her but now we have some return for our investment…. How soon can you run your studies?”
“by the end of the day director… how was it anyhow? Your escape I mean?”
“*gawf*… those bastards… cared more for some no named little shits then progress… our super soldier program would lead to the end of everyday soldiers dying… but I got out by the skin of my teeth…. Let it be known to never underestimate that countries special forces or intelegence agency… I swear their more assasins then spooks…. But we got some good intel, I already forwarded it to doctor ujiko… or, what does he call himself now? Tsubasa?”
Anya started to wake up… she heard the word ‘studies’… that’s what they called it. When they hurt her… the reason she hated studies so much. It reminded her of this… the place she was born. She may have been young , but she was smart enough to know these men where trying to make telepathic super soldiers. And she was used to figure out how… most likely she wasn’t going to become one… they figure out how to weaponize it… then toss her again, give that power to others.
She felt the bag ripped from her head… it yanked her ears painfully.
“hello subject 7” the doctor said with a fake smile.
“anya” she said in almost a whisper.
“what?”
“my name… its anya” her voice was gone… she had been recaptured… the great anya was defeated.
“who gives a shit,kid”
She sniffled. “i…. want my mama and papa”
“whatever brat… lets get started again… we’ll need to start from scrath because its been almost a year since your last ‘studie’… who knows whats changed”
Anya paniced “n-n-noo… please”
*wack* anya felt a hand come down on her head… it hurt.
“I don’t remember asking you 7… shut up ok”
She was in a wheely chair… she was rolled into a familiar room… she hadn’t been here before no, maybe they had changed hospitals?... this didn’t even look like a hospital… but she recognized the equipment in the room.
She felt familiar pain… the needle going into her arm, the prob… right apove her wrist, thick like a crayon into her arm. Between the bones… if her fingers moved she felt the metal scrape agents something in there… the doctor called it ‘tendons’
Then the bad light… first he’d shine a light in her eye… it burned… hurt so much, when he took it away she couldn’t see… then he set up another light, it flashed… it flashed fast, making her dizzy. Her head split with pain.
It felt like hours… then he ‘crown’… they stuck it to her head… she felt cold wetness pour down around her. Across her eyes on past the hair infront of her ears.
She wept… she cried until her face was numb… until they got tired of it and gaged her mouth.
That’s when they set a ring up around her… hung a lamp and spun it… the light went around and around her. She tried to nod off, but each time the light came from her left she was awake by the time it was to her right… then again.
She now only thought of one thing.
‘I don’t wanna studie… please… I don’t wanna studei, no studie, no studie, no studie’
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The forger parents burst into the police station, fear in their eyes… they could hear becky crying in a side room, her parents trying to calm her down.
“forgers” they heard a call from their left. Turning they saw.
“YURI!” yor called, rushing to her brother.
The secret policeman rubbed the back of his head. “yor… im sorry, they took her”
Yors eyes widened “wh---who?”
“we’re not sure yet… but that girl, becky, she got a good look at them, we already had a scetch artist… my best actuelly. Talk to her… we got a few descriptions… but these guys where professionals… the vehicle was one of a million, and no one saw the license… but one more thing… becky said she heard them talk about a ‘doctor’… and the name nico. Or mia-ko… something like that… we’re on the search.”
The cop turned and looked at loid, he seemed so defeated, his very being was gone. Yuri despised the man… but now wasn’t the time to gloat. He himself only felt empty.
Internaly the spy was wondering ‘this is my fault some how… they took her to get to me… but how?’
“can we… can we see the pictures? The sketches I mean?”
Yuri looked up, and nodded
Nothing… neither parent could recognize.
“why?... why anya?... why?”
Yuri shrugged “we don’t know… but If theres a doctor involved?.... I have less answers then berore… im sorry forgers”
Yor slammed into her taller husband. Fighting the tears in her eyes. “I want her back loid… I want our daughter back, I want to hold her in my arms, watch that goofy show with her as we eat peanuts… loid I want my little girl back” she barried her face into her taller husbands coat. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Brought her close and kissed the top of her head.
‘who wants revenge?... I put my daughter in danger… someone from my past took her… I need to find her before… no,stop yor don’t think about it… just because you know what can happen doesn’t mean I have to fucking dwell on it’
“we’ll get her back yor… your brothers good at his job, I trust him”
‘im going to have words with wise… if they know something ill get it’
“guys” yuri’s voice broke both from their trance. “ I hate to say this… I know your panicked… but you’re a doctor and a desk worker… we cant use you now… head home, ill send some of my guys to look after you. We’ll call you when we get any info”
The pair nodded, walking out of the police station they climbed into loids VW bus. Noticing the pair of agency goons following, they weren’t being discrete… but maybe they weren’t supposed to be?
Parking the van they walked up to their little apartment. The goons came up too.
But loid needed to work, he needed answers… and he was going to find them.
“please, come in… coffee?” he offered.
A tall man with short brown buzzed hair smiled kindly and sadly. “um, yes’ir. Thank you”
A skinny man with dark hair and long arms looked awkward, almost like he didn’t know what to do. “im good, thank you mr.- er, uh… doctor forger?”
Loids brow dropped while his fake smile rose. “loid is fine”
He brewed a cup for the larger men. As loid went to comfort yor. He placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her skin buzz, she was shaking… thinking through each breath like if she didn’t she would forget to breath.
“yor… im so sorry… but I need to leave for a few hours… hopefully no more then two ta three”
She shot her head up to look at him. Bond trotted over to yor, putting his large head on her knee. “bomf” the dog barked low on the woman’s leg.
“I need to tell the office im taking time off, that I wont be in and to schedule around it”
Yor nodded “anya wouldn’t want you to get fired on her behalf” she tried for a joke… but immediately felt horrible. Neither where in a jokeing mood.
“ill come with mr loid” the tall man said, putting his cup down.
Loid only held a hand up “please… id like to go alone”
“but im suppose to look aft-“
“I didn’t catch your name” he said calmly.
“ willian sir, William blazkeritz”
“mister William… I just found out my daughter has been kidnapped… respectfully sir… I would really like to be left alone while I have to deal with this… I wish I didn’t have too… I want nothing more then to be here with my wife… but I have to get to work… ill finnish this out then be back… I don’t want to talk to them either”
His shoulders slumped “please… im not in the mood to entertain peaple right now”
The agent looked down and nodded “yes’ir… I guess, your wife may be in the same boat”
Yor perked up “i- uh, I don’t”
But her mood betrayed her voice.
William shook his head “no ma'am, come on hanta… lets just keep at that restraunt across the street, if anything happens we’ll be in the area”
The other man nodded and they both walked out with loid.
As soon as everyone left yor walked over to her phone.
“hello?”
“mister shop keeper” her voice was laced with venom.
“ah… thorn princess… how can I help you”
“I know you have a vast network of spies… I think you already know. Anya forger”
“what makes you think I can help?”
“do not try me… I have worked for you for decades. Some doctor has kidnapped my baby, I want to know why?.... you are going to tell me what you know… and you will find where she is… or I will come down to your ‘shop’ and show you what I have been doing for you for so long. Do you here me? …. I just want her back”
There was a short pause in the phone call… then an intake of air.
“all right yor” he never said her name before “I do have some peaple already on it… and iv heard one of the guys talking about something to do with this for a while now… im sending over an old friend… someone you’ve worked with before…I always said kids would make you soft… ill consider this a bonus for all your years of hard work… but if this starts to compromise the shop… I don’t care about your problems… your out… pray I don’t have to show you how I got this job”
*click*
Yor’s angry stare could have burned a hole into the wall…. She almost broke the phone… an old friend? She didn’t have any. She looked to her room, mentally thinking about her daggers… she would have work to do.
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:WISE HQ:
Loid bust into a meeting with wises top agents and handlers.
“twilight?... this is unexpected… what happened?” asked an older man with a mustache.
“anya forger has been kidnapped… I need every reasource on hand to find her.” He produced copies of the sketches yuri had handed them.
“these are some of the suspects” he placed them down… and waited. Turning he saw the whole room just stare at him.
“well?”
“well what?” asked the director.
“well aren’t you going to help?”
“why?”
‘why? What do you mean why?’ he thought… jaw droped “what?... but… this puts the operation… at risk” he stumbled over his words.
The director folded his hands “not necessarily… can you start over?... I was never in the mind that you needed a kid to begin with… that was others and my higher ups… just get to desmon. That is the mission”
Loid slammed his hand down on the table “FORGET OPERATION STRIX FOR A MOMENT… A CHILD HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!” he shouted
This shocked the director… he had never seen twilight emotional before… ‘keep it together man… you’re a profesional’ he thought
“and that’s very sad… but that’s not our department or our job… I thought you would have learned on of the first rules of the game by now twilight… when to know when to cut a source… this asset is gone. Time to move along”
Twilight… no, loid. Stood, letting the chair fly back behind him, the look of familiar murder in his eyes.
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself… find his words.
“ok.. I get it… non of you have ever had kids… you don’t care if someone elses live or die… but what did you all get in this job for?... I became a spy to help bring the world to peace… so no other kid had to live through what I did…. But I guess im on my own… fine.”
He turned to leave. Nightfall bowed her head… she knew…. Her own child dying.
“sir” she stood herself “I have assets we could use to find anya forger”
The director looked at her
“sir… operation strix has come so far… I know your worried about cost and overhead… but we’ve already sunk so much into this mission… starting over from scratch, we may never get this close again”
“I agree” said another agent. “iv worked with twilight before… and sir, I trust him wholeheartedly. And for all he’s done for us…. Saving the world 8 times… I think we can find 1 girl”
“he’s getting to attached” the director warned.
“he isn’t getting any younger… maybe after this. Its his retirement… he could be setting himself up” another said.
“we could also spin this into a long term deep penetration job sir… even after strix he may be in a good place to just… be on standby for when we need him”
The director stroked his chin…. Picking up the phone he called the front desk “send twilight back up…. I want to ask him a few questions”
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Later that night the director was sitting in his office, a glass of gin in hand, looking over the notes he took… a science project?... westalia had always had Strange inklings towards their ‘forbidden’ sciences… he had a whole department to look after their enemy’s secret kabal of depraved bastards.
But this one?.. it seemed, fermilair? Somehow…. Didn’t one of his agents come across something like this awhile back?... no… they questioned something like this… research… someone was hunting this doctor… whispers about mental experiments… who was it?
Walking over he pulled out his notebook of numbers… finding the forger household, he picked up the phone… hearing the chime several times.
“doctor forger?... yes this is doctor galili… that case you where looking into?... I may have heard something about it before… an old teacher from your med school days should know more… ill give them a call to contact you… once again….. im sorry for your lose, it may be good to see an old friend. They saw something like this before… and good luck loid”
Hanging up he picked the phone right back up, dialing a new number, placing the phone to his ear he waited for the tell late *click*
“fox?”
“Mr. director”
“you remember your old friend twilight?”
“yes… how is he doing?”
“not well im afried… see… he has a daughter now… and she was taken… by a doctor, who strikes a resemblance to something you asked me about.”
“project AGOGE?”
“I cant say for certain… but he could use the help either way”
On the other end of the phone, a stockily build woman sat in a dark abandoned school, no power, the only light was her cigar.
She leaned on a backwards chair, her tattood arms hung over the top of the back rest. Phone lazily in the crook of her shoulder and neck. Looking at the old table her briefcase phone and shirt was one.
‘twilight… if he needs help I better take a look, he was a good kid. I always try to follow up on my old students.’
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It was the first night without anya in the house… they didn’t have her watchimg those spy shows she loved so much… yor passed her room, seeing mr. chimera sitting on her bed. Alone.
Neither of them said it… but they knew anya would spend a whole night in the hands of some fiend… the thought of a few hours killed them… a whole night? There isn’t a feeling or word for it.
Loid sat at his table in his jeans and tshirt… just staring at his delivered Chinese food. They didn’t have the strength to cook… ok he didn’t have the strength to cook, and yor just shouldn’t cook.
But they needed to be there for each other… yor felt like shit but she couldn’t imagine what loid was going through… loosing your daughter… your real daughter (as far as yor knew) she needed to be strong for him… to keep him safe for when yuri and the shop keeper found her.
“how was work?” she asked weakly.
Loid looked up ‘my god… your so strong’ he thought.
“it was… work” he couldn’t find his words “the head of the hospital wanted me…” he shook his head.
“he’s new… I don’t really care for him… he’s someone better left not talked about”
Yor walked over, sitting across from him and taking his hands in her. She didn’t feel any strength in his hands. And her fingers where always so strong.
She looked into his eyes… the look that said ‘speak’
“he wanted me to finnish some work iv been doing…on one hand im angry because he doesn’t want me to take time off… but on another hand, he wants me to help this case… it could benefit peaple”
He laced the lies with truth… strix could help peaple… and that was what he wanted, to help peaple. But damn peaple compared to his…. Daughter…. She was now.
“I get it” yor finaly spoke. Making loid raise his head.
“I couldn’t imagine being a doctor… what did that old book I once read to my brother say?... the needs of the many vs the needs of the few?”
“it sounds so easy from an outside perspective… but when the choice is infront of you?... I don’t know”
“so what are you going to do?”
Loid smiled half heartedly. “luckily… some co workers came to talk the boss out of it… I have time, but I should look into it a little with my ‘free time’…. But, then he called a while ago… an old teacher of mine saw something like this once… said she would come over to talk. It may be good to see her again, she taught me a lot…knowing her she’ll hear about anya and try to take all the work. Or put the boss in his place”
Yor smiled, her eye lids where heavy… she was tired… but didn’t feel like sleeping.
“what about you yor?... how are you doing?... im sorry I couldn’t cook tonight”
She ran circles around his hand with her thumb.
“I talked to a few old coworkers… actuelly.. I was just about to tell you. A friend from school may be coming over… he heard what happened, said he would cook a few meals… that’s his way. ‘peaple at lose shouldn’t do their own cooking’… him and a friend may come over tomarrow morning.”
Loid noded. “honesly… I had the restaunt form down the road drop off something because I know we need to eat… but I cant stomach anything right now.”
He had seen this before… in the miliraty, when someone loosed a loved one sometimes wifes or mothers of a teammate would cook and drop off meals for them in their shocked time of morning… but morning was for the dead… he couldn’t write off anya… not like this… he had to have faith she was still alive.
Loid walked over to bonds bowl, placing the left overs of his Chinese for the dog to wolf down.
“I don’t want to sleep either… but I think we need to”
He looked so defeated. He had failed anya… strix was suppose to keep kids safe… she wasn’t an agent. But here he is… he put a little girl in danger… he was convinced this was somehow this fault… he just didn’t know what doctors and science had to do with it. He looked like death washed over him. And yor could see it… he looked lonely, lost. Loosing a wife, now a daughter… she had to be his rock.
Loid sat on his bed. Yor walking into his room instead of her own. Sitting next to him, taking his hand in hers.
“we’ll get her back yor… I promise”
They held each other as they slept that night. On top of the blankets. Tired… as close to breaking as either of them had ever been.
This wasn’t a spy and an assassin… this was two parents going through one of the worst case scenarios.
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Across town a man was sitting in his kitchen, boxes off food around him, he was cooking up a storm.
The red headed man always liked to cook. He packaged the pancakes near the sausage.
Made a whole strew out of some venison he had left over. Making sure the carrots and potatos where nice and soft, not too much salt, a kind of sweetness in the meat. His own special seasonings helping.
His hair was brought back into a curly pony tail. The tattoo of an eagle globe and anchor on his right arm poked out the rolled up sleeve of his wool sweater.
His cover story meant he grew out his facial hair, an unruly stubble of brownish red hair graced his shin. Like shaggy.
He meant it when he said he would cook, especially if him and thorn was going to hit a target… give the man something to eat… god knows whats going through this egg heads mind.
Looking over to the table, next to the peanut butter balls. ‘yor mentioned her girl like peanuts… so he made her some rescue treats after they got her back’ was his gear.
A large beast of a man with dark skin was cleaning an FAL.
He had short cropped dark hair and a beard… the man looked like a pirate who rode walrus into battle.
“David… what do you think?”
“it sounds like them… smart kid? Doctors… even the name”
Joe scowled at the pan on the stove… he seasoned and breaded a slab of turkey, frying it nice and golden brown.
He snarled. “meako”
“dude, I get why I hate him… im paid to, the boss has a nice bonus for this dickhead… but you?” dave took a sip from his local beer.
“I really don’t like child soldier programs… no more like me bro”
Dave nodded, he knew joe long enough to guess where this was going. Slamming the bolt home on his FAL and loading some more .45 rounds into a few spare magazines. Eyeing the blades in the corner… its been awhile since dave fought with a sword… and he didn’t think they’d need them… but joe wasn’t so sure… don’t underestimate these guys… ‘they ‘travel’ like us. And I don’t wanna run into another india’ talking about the horrible ambush they got into when dave first joined the gallowglass group.
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Anya was not use to this holding cell… before she was in a hospital room, but after reading the doctors mind though she figured out the westalian government shut them down.
They wired the ‘crown’ to her head… didn’t bother removing it.
She huddled to herself, trying to use her arms to hold her head in a way the ‘crown’ hurt less.
Slowly she realized something… for the first time in a long time she was alone as she went to sleep…. She didn’t have bonds soft fur to snuggle into… and mama and papa weren’t in the next room over.
She cried herself to sleep that night… what little sleep she could manage.