The Tangled Fates

ning officer for the next three months, and you'

re, you all have jus

South Pacific, on

in matching uniforms. She held a shiny black whip, her uniform not hiding the slender shape of her waist, her belt accentuat

, instr

pe

aid to the girl, "We can't understand what you'

t loud. With a sly look in her eyes, sh

she said, curling

confused, took a

al Mercenary Training Base, we're all lo

odging just in time, but he didn't expect her follow-up-a kick that sent him flying into the dirt, st

nderstand

ou

ason with you. There's no law,

canned t

ach of you use your off-time to pick up some English, so you wo

ked the rookie asi

aid into your 'local language.'" H

speaking their language? She knew exactly what this was about-these guys were top

d to his feet, painfully translating her words. T

orty of them, she could shoot ten of them at random, and it'd still be considered within

satisfied. She leaned back on a loung

ing! I love the equatorial sun, and I'm sure

et's expression shifted immediately. Forgetting

nd with that, she took off

, and though someone tried to break in nearly ever

his time had t

ree-meter-high concrete wall surrounding it. The person was a man, judging by h

e one missed. Some instructors tried to intercept him

niper behind the cover at the entrance, taking up his position herself. She l

her presence; he turned an

his eyes-a pair of extremely

od bloomed across his back, and the impact of the bullet shov

n relief and turned to t

ing him

y was-someone bold enough and skil

**

the Zone 25 Chief Ins

ors entered, l

, we... didn

set down the shell casing

a hit like that, if he wasn't killed outright, he should've at

, head down. "He must have had

r frustration. She knew it-anyone skilled enoug

ntruder had probably already grabb

SSS-level AN

untry A, and N for City N, followed by the year, mon

n them. She had to get that file back be

e him take over those rookies in

instructor gape

tional mercenaries and agents. Even the best figh

s head and a top-five assassin globally, had be

ed by now. She pulled an old driver's license out of he

a littl

ying in on a commercial f

"Uh... no pr

eyes narrowing slowly, as if she we

, "I have a few relativ