More than two months passed since Ethan's arrival at the Black Cloaks. He was improving his skills everyday under Emily's look. Ethan was stronger and had a better ability to shoot where he wanted to shoot. Successfully, he passed the quick test of Fireblade Elite, and became a full time member. He and his room-mate never had a long talk. Although they were co-workers and were living at a same apartment, Emily and Ethan never trully had the time to know each other a bit more. Still silent one to another, still expressionless. But Emily's personnality attracted Ethan. She was cold, but at any moment when she was smiling, his world was becoming bright and colorful. He didn't discover Emily's addiction to pills and medicine, neither her past life nor her passions. He wanted to let the time make the job for him.

One day, Emily chose to take a day-off, leaving Ethan work for her. She spent her whole day in the apartment, taking her pills alone to recover this " living alone " feeling. Nobody to talk to her, nobody to say anything. Just her, her fridge, her pills, her sofa and her TV. She was now used to live with someone, but this feeling of solitude was her favorite time. Emily was always alone since her childhood, her parents never spent a lot of time with her. Even in the Black Cloaks, she was extremely alone and refused sometimes to talk to other members. 

The Fireblade Elite was the only group which was able to have a long talk with her, to make her laugh and smile. But inside herself, Emily was alone. She always thought it and never wanted to change it. The last person with who she lived was her father, until she was sixteen. And he died, so she went there to live alone, in her own apartment, next to Andrea's one. Emily never wanted to share her past with Ethan. She told him that both of her parents died in a carcrash when she was sixteen, lying to him to not tell him that her mother died because of illness when she was five and her father was killed when she was sixteen. She refused to tell him anything. And that was better this way.

At 9:00PM, Ethan came back from work. He entered in the apartment to see that Emily as leaning on the sofa, dressed up in joggings and long top, switching the chanels. Her whole mind was focused on the Chanel Numbers on the right top of the screen, so Ethan was not noticed. She didn't turn her head to him, Ethan said :

-Hi, how was your day off ?

-Nice, I spent my day in front of the TV. How was your work ?

-Hum... cool ! I chose to head to a chinese restaurant... so I bought you something. I hope that you'll like it.

Ethan took a small package with rice. He brought Emily a box of noddles, for no reason. Emily turned her head to Ethan and looked at him with surprise. She woke up and smiled to her room-mate who immediatly put the food on the bar table. Emily, who was extremely cold, tried to say something. She slightly muttered a soft " Thank you... ", causing Ethan to turn himself to her. She never thanked him for anything, or maybe once but he didn't hear it. When he was doing a nice thing to her, she was smiling and nodding.

-That's nice from you Ethan. she said

-You're welcome. I guess I had to do that to thank you for everything you did for me.

Emily started to put food on the plates and handdled one to Ethan. She was not smiling, only looking cool. Ethan wanted to know more about her, he wanted to discover what happened to her family and why she entered in the Black Cloaks. But he refused to ask it to her, he wanted to ask it to other members of the Fireblade Elite, especially Noah. He knew Emily since she was a child, so he was able to see what was going on. Ethan sat on the sofa next to Emily and said :

-You look extremely tired you know ?

-Really ? That's nothing, don't worry. I'm fine.

-If something's wrong you can tell me.

-I'm fine tallsie. I'm ok.

Of course Emily wasn't fine. All tons of pills she drank during Ethan's missingness were enough to be seen on her face. Ethan chose to do as if Emily was alright and kept eating, looking at her. She was extremely nice looking anyway. Ethan liked Emily, even with her behaviour toward him. He found her nice. Also, he liked the way she looked. It reminded, somehow, his teenage years when he was a sort of " punk ". Emily was eating her noddles with such an elegance that it was making a deep contrast between her appearence and personnality. Emily turned her head to Ethan and said :

-See something green ?

-Uh... no ! I was just wondering.

Ethan urged to go and clean his plate to escape from Emily's glare when somebody knocked at the balcony door. A man, dressed in a black suit. He oppened the door, Emily woke up and crossed her arms, Ethan turned himself to the scene. It was Ben, Emily's ex-boyfriend, a dealer she choosed to drive out few months ago.

-Fuck off, Ben. Emily said

-What's going on ? Ethan asked

-You already replaced me by a random guy, sweetheart. Ben said, looking at Ethan. I brought the pills you tried to get last time when you paid me before we broke up.

-I don't want your pills. Get out of here.

-I'm going to put them on your table.

Ben put the plastic bag filled with illegal pills on the table. Ethan noticed that it was a hard medicine for extremely sick people, sedatives, sleeping pills and painkillers. Emily shivered as Ben got closer to her, stroking her cheek. Ethan turned his to the table behind the sofa to see a gun and tried to make a way to take it.

-Do you remember our private times ? Ben asked to Emily, You had free medicine and free pills... filled with sedatives to calm you down.

-That's over. Emily harshly said, pushing his hand away

-Nothing is over. You can come back to me, and you'll get free pills. You my sweet little addict.

-No way.

Ethan urged to take the gun and pointed it on Ben's head when he was about to touch Emily again. Unarmed, the man chose to walk back, arms in the air. Ethan threw him a strong glare and said with a harsh voice :

-Take your pills with you and fuck off. We don't want you here.

-You bought a nice dog, Emy. Congrats.

Ben took the plastic bag and passed by the balcony door, closing it and walking away. Emily was shocked, Ethan put the gun back on the table and crossed his arms in front of his room-mate. New discovery : Emily was a pill addict. He had to do something with it, his co-worker was throwing her life out of her window. He looked at her and said :

-Who was it ? What did he want ?

-That's my ex, Ben. He wanted to piss me off.

-Why are you killing yourself like that ?

Emily turned her head to Ethan and noticed the glare he was throwing on her. Her room-mate knew everything about her addiction. She crossed her hands and walked to the window, sighing. She looked through the window to escape from Ethan's glare but had to, at least, give him an answer :

-I'm taking this pills since I'm twenty. I'm extremely sick and anxious. But you don't know why and you don't want to.

-Emily, you can tell me.

-It's just that I had a an accident. That's all I'm gonna tell you.

-Fine, fine.

Ethan knew that she was hidding him something from him. The next day, he went to see Noah in the training room while Emily was in her office, busy with her work with Andrea helping her. Noah was not only Emily's old friend, he was her confident, the one with who she was the most natural and outgoing with Andrea. Noah sat on the sofa and smiled to Ethan who sat on the coffee table.

-So, you wanted to know something about Emily, right ? Noah asked

-Yeah... I wanted to know why she's a pill addict. What happened when she was twenty. She told me that she started to take a lot of pills since she was twenty.

-Oh I see. Wait a second...

In a sigh, Noah turned his head on the window and started to rack his brain to remember why Emily was a pill addict. She told it to him when she was a bit younger, and Noah was marked by it. He always wanted to protect Emily since she came in the Black Cloaks, even when they were children. Noah found what Emily told him and turned his head to Ethan.

-Yeah, it was in june. Emily came back covered by blood. She was barely able to move, all, you know... almost paralyzed. She told me that she shoot a group of guys who wanted to rape her. And that it traumatized her because, you know, since she's here, she always refused to kill someone. And it was the first time she killed a man, even a bunch of men. And since this day she's extremely anxious. And she's taking sedatives to calm her down, painkillers and sleeping pills. She tried to go away to nowhere few times after the incident, I stopped her three times, Luna four, and Kenneth is the champion. He did it seven times.

-Did you try to stop her from taking drugs ?

-I did already. But Emily refused to listen to me and almost fell in comas because of an overdose. Luckily Kenneth was here and knew what to do in this case. He saved her life, and I'll always thank him for that.

Ethan turned his head down. He never knew about such a thing. Since two months and three weeks living with Emily, he never noticed such a thing. Her suicidal behaviour, her addiction, her long walks during the night when he was sleeping, only to smoke a cigarette when she wasn't taking her pills... maybe the pills were the reason to have that cool attitude toward him. It was calming her down, so she was extremely cool and quiet, but inside she was probably something else.

-And, may I ask you about her parents ? Ethan said

-Of course. I can't tell you anything about her father, professional secret, sorry. But I know things about her mother.

-Did she really died in a carcrash ?

-Of course not. She died of illness when Emily was five. I guess Emily lied to you, she hates to talk about her parents. That's her secret garden.

Noah smiled, Ethan became doubtful. If Emily's mother died when she was five, what about her father ? Was it true ? Nobody ever wanted to ask her anything. Nobody wanted to know. Emily never wanted to talk about that. Ethan thought a while about Emily's father and chose to let the time pass before learning anything new about his room-mate. He wanted to take time and distance about everything she told him and to know more about her own behaviour. Emily was attractive for him.

Since he was a member of Black Cloaks, Ethan never confessed himself to anybody about his past. His father left him and his mother behind when he was six, his mother married another man member from a mafia gang ten years later. His step-father had two sons, Taylor and Jake, five and two years older than Ethan. They never loved him, Ethan either. Ethan's step-father forced to enroll his step-son in the mafia with his two step-brothers to create links when Ethan was nineteen. Ethan participated in several burgalies and murders without even wanting it. He never killed anyone, and always wanted to save the poor souls which were chosen by his step-father to be murdered. He never told anyone about it, and always refused to do so in the fear of a reaction. Especially from Emily.

Ethan wanted to go back home with Emily. The woman was standing in her office, checking for some files about the murder of a group of children in a poor district. Ethan stood in front of the office window and watched Emily work in silence. Her hair was tied, he was able to see the shaved sides of her purple hair. He barely knew what to do in this case. Go and talk to her about her lies or deny everything ? The building was maybe empty, only the room-mates were on this floor. Ethan entered in the office and held a file from Emily's hands.

-You lied.

-Huh ?

Emily looked at him with surprise. She let him take the stack of files from her hands, he put it on her desk and noticed the laptop wallpaper. A picture of two young children, maybe her cusins or something. He did not notice that these children were Noah and Emily around twenty years ago. Ethan crossed his arms on his chest, Emily looked at him and sighed with an extreme annoyed look :

-What's up ?

-Your mother. You told me that she died in a carcrash.

-Yeah, I know it. She died because of a f*cking uncured tuberculosis when I was five. Doctors refused to cure her when she came to the hospital. They refused to save her life. She died on a hospital bed because of these bastards. Since her death, I swore that I would always protect everyone around me.

-I'm sorry..

Bitterly, Emily sighed and looked back at Ethan with such an anger that the man shivered. He had to listen to Noah, he was right when he told himnot to  talk to Emily about her family. Emily put her hand on Ethan's shoulder. She turned her head down, Ethan shivered again. It was the first time he was that close to Emily who kept a meter of distance between them both anyway.

-I'm sorry, I hate to talk about my family.

-That's ok, I can't blame you on that, I never told anything about mine.

She turned her head up to Ethan and felt a warm feeling all over her body. He was still extremely uncomfortable toward Emily's presence in front of him. She was so close, he almost felt her breathing on his chest. Ethan felt a big shock when her hand slidded away from his shoulder. She crossed her arms and took her bag on her shoulder, walking to the entry door. He looked at her, walking away. She was maybe going to smoke another cigarette before going back to the apartment. He wanted to say something, but when he finaly succeded, Emily was already outside :

-Stay... Ethan muttered

As he pronounced the word, Ethan felt that he was alone. He urged to clean up the files and brought his bag, walking to the entry door. Emily wasn't there. She was probably back to the apartment. He walked back to the grocery store to bring some stuff because it was his turn to buy food. He did it quickly, Andrea was outside the store when he went out to go back to the building.

-Oh ! Ethan !

-Hi Andrea. What are you doing here ?

-I'm waiting for my girlfriend. Do you have a little time ?

-Of course, Emily's away so I guess I've got some time for a talk.

Andrea and Ethan sat on a bench. Ethan was surprised by Andrea's sexuality, she didn't say anything before this day. Andrea kept several things in secret, only the Fireblade Elite knew everything about her. Ethan was still curious to know how Andrea got in the Black Cloaks, by which kind of way.

-I never asked you, Ethan started, How did you get in the Black Cloaks ?

-It's a long story, Andrea answered, smoking a bit, I was an orphan, a group of guys from a ghent raised me in pain, I developped a passion for softwares and hacking. Once the guys from the group tried to kill be because I hacked the Black Cloaks main center, I had to execute all of them and stood at the place where I did it. The Black Cloaks boss, instead of throwing me in a Children Prison, brought me with him. 'Cant believe that it was around ten years ago, I was fifteen back then. And you, what about your life ?

-Oh, I guess I have nothing to say, I was a normal kid.

-Andrea ! a woman yelled

As she heard the voice, Andrea stood up and rushed to cuddle the girl who was coming to her. She was a bit shorter, with blond hair. When Ethan stood up, the girl felt extremely small toward him. When she shook hands with him, Andrea laughed. Ethan smiled as she saw that the girl in front of him was embarassed to be that small in front of him.

-Ethan, this is Chloe, my girlfriend. Chloe, this is Ethan, a coworker.

-Nice to meet you. Chloe replied

-Pleasure. Ethan smiled

-So, permit to excuse us, but we have to go. Andrea said with a small wink

Andrea took Chloe by the hand and said goodbye to Ethan. The man stood a little while on the bench before taking his stuff to the apartment where he didn't find Emily. He put all groceries on the bar table to look around. The television was working, the balcony door was oppen. Suddently, he felt terrified about what would happen to her. Emily was able to do anything, as what Noah said. He walked around the living room to search for her, watched the kitchen. She wasn't in.

-Emily ?! Where are you ?!

No answer. He opened the door of her room, nobody was inside. Suddently, he heard a sound coming from the bathroom. He ran to it and oppened the door to see Emily, sitting on the ground, her arms dangling on the floor, a package of pills in her hand, surounded by other of them. Her head was turned down, she was hardly breathing. Ethan urged to lift her by holding her under the waist and the legs. He placed her on the sofa, she shivered and smiled to him. Ethan covered her body by his own blanket, she muttered :

-I'm O.K. tallsie...

-No you're not. Keep quiet and rest.

-Don't worry...

Ethan felt some tears coming to his eyes. He never lived such a situation. Emily was smiling to him, but he knew that inside, she was almost dead. Emily fell asleep, Ethan chose to keep an eye on her. He closed all doors, cleaned the apartment and the desk. On it, he saw a picture of Emily herself with her natural haircolor. A brown hair color. She was young on this picture, but Ethan felt a strange feeling. She was familiar to him, he knew that he saw her once, or even two times. He remembered a girl crying during a funeral around seven years ago who was similar to this younger Emily, but that was everything he was able to think about. Maybe it was her, this girl who was crying during this funeral. But who's funeral ? He chose to let go, persuaded to be the one who saw Emily when she was younger. Ethan walked to the sofa where Emily was lying. Her eyes were closed, she was covered by all blankets Ethan ever found. He looked at her a little while, feeling his tears coming up to his eyes as he watched how she was able to behave on her own body.

-Why did you do that ? he asked, crying a bit, Isn't the life cool now ? Why do you keep throwing your dreams away like this ?

-'Cause I have no dreams... Emily muttered

Her eyes were still closed, she didn't even turn her head to Ethan while he spoke. Emily simply sighed again. The man looked at her and left a tear roll on his cheek. He had feelings for his room-mate since the time they spent together. He had a short time to understand what was going on with Emily, and began to like her more than as a room-mate. She was a sort of joy when she was smiling, a sort of luck for a day. Emily opened her eyes, making Ethan wipe out his tears.

-I've no dreams since my father's death... they all faded away... and I'm searching for a reason to live, a reason to stay here and mourn...

-You have a job, friends, family.

-I've no family...

As she said this, Emily collapsed. Ethan looked at her, shocked. Emily was like Lucky Luke for him. No family to defend, no cause to serve. She was doing everything only for herself. This was what hurt him so well. Emily was a shadow of her own self. She had no roots, no place to go, no vacation with people from her family. That was it, Emily was alone. Instead of being a " Poor Lonesome Cowboy ", she was a " Poor Lonesome Copper ". Living her life with no pain about her relatives, only in solitude.

Ethan spent his whole night watching over Emily's recovery. He was cleaning the apartment sometimes to get rid with some dust and sat next to the sofa. It was 01:00AM, he was yawning. What he did was simple. He crossed his arms on an empty part of the sofa, put his head between them and fell asleep, listening to Emily's soft breath. She was a sort of comfort for him, it was the first time he was sleeping so close to her. He obbeyed the rules, he applied them, refusing to put Emily in her own bed instead of the sofa to not enter in the room. Quickly, Ethan's arms fell from the sofa, he leaned on the carpet. At 04:00 AM, Emily woke up and saw him on the ground. She sweetly put a small pillow under his head and covered him by two blankets. She noticed that his cheeks were still red because of his cries, and immediatly understood that her job was not ended with him to throw away the Crybaby Mod of her room-mate. Emily woke up in a sigh, going to her own room to pick some clothing up. Then, she went to the bathroom and prepared herself, getting ready to work.

At 06:00 AM, Ethan oppened his eyes. He noticed that he was under a blanket and turned his head up to see that Emily was actually smoking on the balcony. He woke up, his elbows holding him. He turned his head away to see that a small plate with two toasts covered peanut butter was on the coffee table. The man sat on his sofa with his head turning, leaving a sigh and taking a little bite. As he finished the plate, he walked to the bathroom to get dressed quickly when Emily looked at him as he went out :

-Ready ?

-Are you alright ? I mean... do you feel better than yesterday ?

-Yeah. I'm always alright.

He looked at her with surprise. He wanted to follow her, to take her as an exemple. She was able to get rid with all problems by herself. She was able to get cured extremely fast from anything. She smiled to Ethan. The man shivered, she was more than a light. Smiling after this hard night, smiling after such a pain... and there, she was alright. Emily sighed as she saw his face and nodded :

-I'm proud of you, you didn't go to my room yesterday.

-Eh... oh yeah. That's nothing, it's in the rules anyway.

-Yeah, but you're cool.

Emily's smile made Ethan feel a bit better, but he was still shy in front of her. Both went to the Black Cloaks, spending around their whole day together. Emily and Ethan had to be a part of a mission this day, called by a woman who was stuck in her appartment because a ghent took her child as a hostage. In the truck, Emily tied the belt on her leg with her knife on it, readjusting her boots. Ethan charged his gun and started to feel bad as they were getting closer to the building :

-Are you ok ? she asked

-Huh... not really.

-That's ok, I was like that during my first mission. You're gonna be ok, just don't let your gun fall. If you can do that, everything will be fine.

-Sure...

She knew that what she said wouldn't change anything in Ethan's mind. She was like him few years ago, when she had her first mission. Stressed, scared, almost able to collapse. But everything got clear when she understood what she had to do in this case. Her first mission was to arrest a ghent of narco-men when she was nineteen, with Kenneth. She did most of the job, and this was what made her so popular in the Black Cloaks. Her ability to fight since the first mission she ever had. Emily and Ethan ran out from the truck to rush to the main building where they climbed the stairs to arrive on the seventh floor. There, they entered in the appartment to see a woman in cries.

-My son ! They snatched him !

-Don't you have any ideas about where they did go ? Emily asked

-They said " Brooklyn Bridge " ! This is my son, please find him !

The woman gave a picture of a ten year old boy to Ethan. Emily nodded and rushed to the truck. She chose to drive it, while Ethan would sit on her right side. She didn't even take care of priorities to ride the truck to Brooklyn bridge. Her way to ride was illegal. It was too fast, but on the truck was placed the little police beacon, prooving that it was an intervention. Ethan was gasping at every turn, able to scream. Emily was an excellent rider, but not in big cities. She was much more perfomant on her motorbike.

-Where... where the hell did you have your driving license ?! Ethan asked

-That's not a question to ask ! I know what I'm doing ! Emily looked at some cars which were about to enter on the road, Go away ! Gosh !

-Seriously Emily ! We're too fast !

-A kid's in danger !

-Next time I'm gonna drive ! I swear the god you don't know how to behave on the road !

The woman laughed and decided to accelerate a bit to scare Ethan even more. As they arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge, Emily jumped without stopping the truck. Ethan jumped off and fell on the ground, while Emily was still standing. The truck finished it ride on the barrier, blocking the whole circulation. The co-workers saw a group of men with a boy, standing over the void. The boy was in cries, asked to jump, repeating that he didn't know how to swim. Emily pointed her gun on them and yelled :

-Guys ! Don't make me do it !

-Who's that sl*t ? a man asked

-Black Cloaks ! Ethan yelled, Hands up !

-Ethan, we're not in a movie.

-I always dreamt to do this.

Emily sighed. Three of those men rushed to them to shoot, Emily successfully jumped away while them fell on the ground to protect himself. He still had to do some training dodge. Emily ran to them and shoot in their legs with her twin guns, so they wont move. Still one of them was holding the boy by the shoulder. She pointed her gun on him when Ethan shoot him in the back. She turned her head away to her coworker while the man, in a scream, pushed the boy out from the bridge :

-Damnit ! Emily screamed, Ethan ! Tie them in the truck !

-Wh...what ?!

-Do what I ask ! Quick !

Ethan urged to obbey when he saw that Emily, standing on the edge of the bridge, jumped off. The woman didn't scream, Ethan looked at her falling before knocking out every men around to tie their hands and threw them back in the truck. Emily entered in the water and listened for the boy's screams. She got her head out, swimming to him while he was about to drown. She took him in her arms and said :

-That's ok boy, I'm here. Hang on.

Emily began to swim to the little beach between the Brooklyn Bridge while Ethan rode the truck to the place where Emily was supposed to arrive. He went out from the truck as he arrived, seeing that his co-worker was not that out. The boy was collapsing in her arms. Ethan entered in the water to help Emily, getting his jacket off to warm the boy. As she arrived, Emily gave the child to Ethan who carried him to the truck while Emily fell on the ground, heavily breathing. As Ethan put the child on the passenger seat, he came back to see Emily who was smiling even by almost collapsing. He raised his hand and helped her to wake up.

-You're courageous. he muttered, Good job.

-Is the boy alright ?

-Yeah, we'll drive him to his appartment, those guys will be sent to jail.

-Cool.

Ethan got his pullower off. Standing in a tank top in front of his coworker, he helped her to wear his sweat and walked with her to the truck. Completly wet, she sat among the ghent to avoid them from going anywhere while Ethan was driving the truck to the main police center where they came out. After that, the co-workers went back to the appartment. Ethan helped the boy to walk to the entry door. As they knocked, the woman oppened the door and urged to held her son in her arms :

-Nicolas ! Oh thanks god ! Thank you !

-That's ok. Emily smiled

-Do you need some fresh clothes ? A cofee ? Something ?

-We have to go, but it's gentle to ask. Thank you anyway.

-Sir...

The boy turned himself to Ethan and got his jacket off to give it back. It was an old jacket Ethan bought when he was at Metalica's concert, ten years ago. A leather jacket, perfect to hang around the city. The man knelt in front of the boy who handed him his jacket. He but a hand on his shoulder :

-It's your jacket... the child said

-That's going to be yours. It's a good group to listen.

-Really ?

-Yes. Take care of this jacket, it could be usefull when you'll try to get some chicks.

-Thank you !

Ethan patted his shoulder as Emily started to walk away. During their day, Emily was working on her files in her office while Ethan was cleaning the archives. After two hours of cleaning he turned his head away to see that Emily was still sitting in front of her computer. He looked at her, noticing that she was still wearing his sweatshirt even if she was wearing new clothes. Her hair was tied on a ponytail, she was looking concerned by the thing on her laptop. April entered in the room and said :

-Ahoy crybabe. How's going ?

-April, how many times have I told you to not call me " crybabe " ? Ethan sighed, blushing a bit

-I'm gonna change your nickname when you'll be stronger. Watching over Emily for hours in your office won't help you to be more badass, I swear.

As she heard her name, Emily turned her head to the archives room and noticed that Ethan was talking with April. She turned her head back to her files and began to read old journals related to murders during the 19th century. It was much more interesting that all those files she needed to treat about men who were already in jail. April closed the door and said :

-Try to focuse yourself on your own work, it's what your crush does.

-She's not my crush... Ethan blushed again

-She is, I see it. You could have your chance with her, but Emy prefers men who have balls in their pants, you see ?

-Thanks for the compliment.

-Oh, c'mon I'm joking ! It's amazing to tease you sometimes, you're so sweet... I wish my boyfriend had this behaviour.

Ethan blushed even more. He understood that April's boyfriend was maybe hard to tease. As she went out, he felt free for a little while. Emily turned her head away after a while, looking at the picture of the wallpaper. She was so young on that, only three years old, with the little Noah holding a water gun. So long ago, so long... She closed her laptop and walked to the entry door to smoke a bit while Ethan walked to the waiting room. Kenneth was sitting there, reading a book. It was his break time. As Ethan sat next to him with a little coffee in his hands, another for him. Kenneth looked back to him and put his book away :

-How's going ? he asked with a little smile, taking the coffee, Thanks.

-Cleaning, cleaning and cleaning again actually. Nothing more than cleaning. And you ?

-Oh, nothing. Hey, congrats for the mission this morning. Emily told me that it was the first time you beat up some guys.

-Yeah, I guess so...

Kenneth smiled as he saw Ethan's shy smile. The newbie was looking weaker, so weak that he wanted to protect him. The Fireblade boss sighed and took a sip of cofee, crossing his legs away, looking at Luna who was in her office. She was beautiful, nice looking. He wanted her to be with him, this fatal woman. She was a little shine in his life among murders and pain.

-Just wondering, Kenneth restarted, I never asked your age ?

-Oh, I'm 30, gonna turn 31 in april.

-God, you're two years older than me, dude. I would never expect that.

-That's ok, everyone mess up with my age... all times actually. How old is Emily ?

-She's twenty three, gonna turn twenty four in Jully.

So she was that young... That was the first thing Ethan thought as he looked up to Emily who was working. She turned her head away to the little window to watch the scenery, her mind was away for a little time. Her eyes slightly turned on Luna who was entering in her office.

-Hey sweetie. the blond woman said, You should install Ethan in your office.

-Why would I do that ?

-Simply because, somehow, it's the time for him to get a desk and a chair instead of cleaning the archives. C'mon.

-Fine, fine. I'll try to move my stuff around to give him a little place to sit. Fine.

Luna smiled. The next day, Emily began to check up how to place another desk in her office while Ethan was still cleaning the archives. She didn't want to be bothered by anyone and already made her " Survival kit " if Ethan was going to have his own place in her office. Headphones, good phone with enough energy to work for a day, a package with food and water. It was her way to say that Ethan was going to have his own place in her office, but that he would have to keep quiet for days.