One year later...

Rora brushed a piece of black hair behind her ear as she let out a breath, sizing herself up in the reflective surface of the elevator she was in. She was a little nervous about her destination, but there was an underlying excitement making her panic a little more.

But Laswell didn't invite her to the headquarters of the CIA for nothing. She will be alright, she said to herself for the thousandth time that day. And Leilani made sure she looked hot and dangerous at the same time, now she just had to act like that, too.

The elevator stopped with a soft ding, halting to a stop way too soon for her. The metal doors opened, presenting her with a long hallway, only a few people lingering and going about their day like she wasn't even there. Straightening her back, she stepped out, the heel of her boots softly thumping along the dark carpet as she made her way to the biggest office, noticing Laswell's frame in there.

The office had all of its walls made out of glass, and Rora didn't like it. She didn't like feeling exposed, she preferred the private things in life. But as she made her way past other smaller offices and even a small communal room, nobody spared her a glance. It was comforting to know that nobody will stop her or interrogate her about her business. She would kick someone's teeth out if somebody would stop her.

She knocked on the glass door two times, the soft noise catching the woman's attention inside. It was so long since Rora has seen Kate Laswell, but the smile she offered to her felt like no time has passed. Laswell motioned for her to come in, Rora more than eagerly opening the door and steping inside.

„It's good to see you, Rora," Kate offered a genuine smile, Rora mirroring it. Her blue eyes followed Kate's hand that pressed a button, the walls around them darkening till nobody could see inside. Her mouth fell agape as she watched, being more and more impressed by the CIA.

„Fancy office," Rora looked around, noting how many monitors and screens had information about various missions on display. Her eyes lingered on a photo and a name specifically, already feeling how her heart started to beat faster. „You sure we won't get into trouble because of this?"

Their eyes met, Kate's pale blue eyes glinting with mischief, Rora's smile growing wider at the sight of it.

„They don't get a say in our business," Kate shrugged her shoulder as she turned back to press a few buttons on a computer. Rora watched with fascination as clips flashed in front of her on the big, multiple screens. She leaned against the central table, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she watched Kate work her magic. „And we can handle ourselves better than those men outside."

Rora snorted at her remark, the feminist and independent side of Kate Laswell being way more amusing than most people she met. She and Rora talked more since the unfortunate ending of her last mission, the recovery being a pain in the ass. Everybody knew that she probably won't be going back to the task force, her injuries were still not quite healed yet. She might never be her old self, and that was devastating. She hated military life, but she loved the new family she found in TF-141. Seeing how much that devastated Rora, Laswell offered her another chance: she could come work with her, mostly staying in the office but getting intel and directing the missions. It was a hard job, but this meant she could still work with her family.

It was a little secret Laswell and Rora shared, knowing how Price wouldn't give his blessings about the whole ordeal. But once Rora was an official agent working for Kate Laswell, there was no space for them to argue about. Because like Kate said, they can handle themselves just fine.

„Got a new intel a few hours ago," Kate informed her, pulling up a video on the central screen.

It showed a man sitting in a chair, his arms and ankles bound together, blood oozing from the gashes across his body. There were three men inside, two guarding the door and one walking around with a knife in his hand. They wore masks, assault rifles at the guards, and a pistol on the third man. The man bound to the chair was the one they were after, his name was Wilbur Cabot, a pretty important man who was the CEO of an upcoming business dealing guns. The men torturing him were trying to get the location of the guns, knowing that he happened to deal with some explosives, too. They needed all of them for their terrorist group.

And they couldn't let that happen.

„Is he alive?" Rora asked, noting how Cabot didn't move once.

„He better be," Kate sighed, pulling up the comms and handing a headset to Rora. With slightly shaky hands from excitement, she took it, placing it over her ears. „You ready?"

„I was born ready," she smiled at Kate, plopping herself down on a comfy leather office chair, and pulling herself closer to the computer.

Kate pushed a button, directing a call to the leader of the operation. Cracking her fingers, Rora leaned back, waiting for them to accept the incoming call, hoping they were not too late.

„Laswell," a deep voice answered not even a few moments later, his voice making her heartbeat increase.

„The intel was right," Kate spoke up, keeping her eyes trained on the security footage, the camera angled from the corner of the room giving a full display of their little torture chamber.

„We're already inside the building," he said, Rora only now noticing how he tried to keep his voice low. It made goosebumps appear on her arm.

„They are keeping him in the cellar," Rora decided to announce herself, glancing at the building layout in front of her. From the other cameras, they could map out where they kept Cabot. She wondered what idiot decided it was a good idea to plant a camera in every room in their hideout, but that stupidity only made their mission easier.

„What the fuck?!" another voice joined their call, his Scottish accent making her smile widen. „Is that my favorite Wellsy?"

„I'm still the only Wellsy you know," Rora sang, playing with the silver chain bracelet on her arm. It had a little skull charm on it.

„Good to hear your voice, Rora," she noticed how Simon's voice softened ever so slightly, a light blush creeping to her cheeks, Whenever he said her name it felt like he wanted to say danger, havoc, or maelstrom like her name had a different meaning. But he did that with such care only she could see that it became her new favorite thing. „Direct me."

„I didn't take you to be the submissive kind," a shit-eating grin pulled at her lips, a surprised laugh escaping Kate's lips. The redness on her cheeks grew, forgetting that she was still in there with her. Well, whatever. Everybody knew Rora's way of breaking the ice was flirting, and for once it was to a man her heart beats with every pulse.

„We're clearing the ground level," he informed her, letting her sentence pass. He would rather not talk about such things in front of his squad. „Bravo Team sweeps upstairs, Alpha-2 and Alpha-4, you're coming with me."

Rora directed them to the hidden stairwell that lead to the cellar, informing them that there were two guards. There were other four rooms in the cellar level, Ghost directing the other two men to clear them as he made his way towards the room where they held Cabot.

With little noise coming from his end and watching the security footage live in front of her made her feel more anxious than ever. This was the first time she got to direct an operation, and the fact that he decided to go alone to fight off three men was blowing her mind. If she was there she would slap him in the back of his head for being stupid.

„I wish I could blow them out of there," Rora muttered to herself, but Simon caught it just fine.

„That's your way," he said, his tone tinted with amusement. Since she got to know him better, it became easier to read his otherwise dead-sounding tone of his. „I can show you mine."

„Impress me, big boy," she placed her chin in her palm, watching the security footage with anxiety building up inside her.

From his end, she heard metal clanking against metal, one of the guards turning around and glancing towards the door. He said something to the other guard before he opened the door and stepped outside, leaving the other two men and Cabot behind.

Not even a few moments later she heard the muffled sounds of someone dying, probably choking on their own blood or something that didn't require Simon to use his gun. She knew he was good at stealth, maybe he even enjoyed hunting his prey like this. It made her lips curve into a smile.

The other guard started to get alarmed by the fact his partner didn't return, so he made his way to the wooden door. Only, he never made it out.

The second he pushed open the door, Simon jumped him, the other guard turning around franticly to warn the third man. He may be fast but Simon worked faster: the moment he turned around, Simon brought his gloved hand over the man's mouth and stabbed him in the neck numerous times, his blood spluttering on Simon's mask. He made sure the guard was dead as he twisted his knife in his neck. Simon let the bloodied, sliced-open body drop to the dirty floor, the sound making the only remaining man swirl in his direction.

But Simon was an experienced man. He readied a throwing knife in his hand and already hurled it through the air while the man barely had time to reach for the handgun tucked in his waistband. The throwing knife made its home inside his neck, his hand desperately trying to stop the bleeding as he fell to the floor.

„That's my man," Rora breathed mindlessly, her heart skipping a beat when his face turned to look up at the camera she was observing him. „But you're still a show-off."

And that was one of the hottest things I've seen.

„I can always put on a show for you," Simon retorted, making his way to the third man and yanking his knife out of him. His head tilted to the side as he watched him before he stood up, wiping the blood on his pants. He ignored the way the man's hand reached out to him, bleeding out on the floor.

„Didn't say I don't enjoy it."

„Is the target alive?" Kate interrupted them, Simon stepping closer to Cabot. Not so gently he pulled his head back, pressing a hand to his neck. A few silent seconds were passing between them until he nodded.

„Positive," Simon cleared when two other soldiers came inside. Simon motioned them to take the man upstairs while he made sure nobody lived to see another day inside. The dark pool of blood under the third man became bigger with each minute.

„Nice job, Ghost," Kate informed him, not really getting a reaction out of him. Rora only snorted at that, knowing how badly he dealt with compliments. He always hated the ones she told him.

You have a nice smile. That only made him frown.

You have beautiful eyes. That made his eyes lose a little shine of them.

You look great in my bed. That made him pull her back atop of him.

„Rora," he called out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She looked back at the camera footage, her heart skipping a beat when she saw he was looking straight at the camera. The footage was black and white with not much lighting, and the two dead bodies inside didn't make the room too friendly, either. He just killed three men in front of her and there was blood staining his clothes. But that didn't stop him from asking the question he was thinking about for days.

„How about a dinner in London?"

She didn't even have to think about an answer.

„It's a date," she smiled sheepishly, imagining the way his eyes would light up ever so slightly if he was in front of her.

Because her heart beat for only him, and his soul craved only her.

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WE REACHED THE END LOVES!

Thank you so much for sticking around with me! Thank you for all the ones who commented and voted on each part, you guys always made my day so much better! And thank you for my silent readers, I see you guys and I appreciate you too!

I loved writing about Rora so much, she was such a different character than I usually write. I loved every second of it. But don't worry guys, this isn't the end: I'm working on some bonus chapters that just didn't fit into the plot but are still fun. So stay tuned for that!

My future projects include finishing off my Soap fic and finally posting my Ale fic (I only have some plots planned out rn, but I think you guys will love it!). But my Leon Kennedy fic will probably drop before my Ale fic, I already have a few chapters written out.

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