The sound of heels meeting the hard and cold ground could be heard throughout the corridor. If you listened to it closely, you would notice it was two pairs of heels. Now and then, they would be accompanied by a voice shouting and another voice, much calmer. It was no longer surprising for all the agents and staff working around the base, it almost became a pleasant melody - they would be more surprised to not hear their constant and rather heated conversation. This day was no exception from the others. Two agents walked a few feet away, heading the same direction in silence for now. The tall man cleaned his thick rectangular frame glasses and then gently put them back on while eyeing the smaller figure next to him. His brown hair was neatly done just as his general appearance: blue suit vest over a white long-sleeved shirt and a nice colorful tie. His hands were covered by a pair of brown gloves and complimented with a very expensive-looking golden watch. He sports a cedar pair of pants with a belt, also very expensive-looking. Gold lines that were similar to a printed circuited board covered the left side of his face and went down to both of his arms. Everything about him screamed charisma and money. In front of him, a woman was walking at a fast paste, avoiding any contact with the charming man behind her. Her behavior still amused the agent so much and he enjoyed teasing her. A smirk formed on his face but he kept his mouth shut, waiting until she had no choice but to address him. 

The woman hated him, she just could not get along with him. When they first met at Brimstone's office, she knew he meant bad news, but the commander would not listen to a word that came out of her mouth. Sadly for her, she had to work alongside him. She was the one in charge of the arsenal and he was a weapons designer, which tightly linked their works. They were quite the opposite which made it hard for them to work together. He was this fully confident in himself and annoyingly handsome type of man along with his smug comedy that drove the woman crazy, and she was a small chatterbox woman who was losing her nerves way too easily and was so easy to tease. The French man was the only one enjoying the situation - more than he should. They did agree on one aspect though...

"I wish I'd work alone," the woman mumbled under her breath. She kept frowning when she was around him whereas she would be cheerful around the other agents around the base. If she kept this frown going, her wrinkles would never disappear despite her youth.

Behind her, the man hummed in agreement. "It would be much easier, yes. Not that I do not enjoy our time together, mademoiselle [Agent name (a/n)]," the French man said with his thick accent that could drive so many people crazy. His voice was suave and attractive, almost provocative. [First/name (f/n)] clicked her tongue and glared back at him, not hiding her annoyance.

"I didn't say you could talk, Chamber," she barked at him, shoving her hands in her pockets. Her outfit did not match his in the slightest: a pair of simple gray sweatpants with some colorful sneakers, a tank top tightly hugging her figure with a jacket tied around her hips. Her hair was a mess from overworking which was accentuated by the bags under her eyes. This was one thing that they could not figure out about one another: why would they dress that way? Chamber always looked the best, setting high standards for himself and the people he worked with, and this woman seemed to never care about her physical appearance. It was something he would never understand. He never saw something else but sweatpants on her yet. He tried multiple times to make her change her outfits but she would just dismiss him stating how it was a waste of her precious time.

Chamber shrugged his shoulders and stayed quiet, criticizing her appearance for the hundredth time in his head. On their way to their workplace, they crossed another agent, Killjoy. The German woman turned her head as she heard [A/n] call her out. Her brown eyes glanced back and forth between the two and she tried to keep herself from laughing at their faces. They clearly didn't fit in a portrait together, she thought, it was like the sun and moon: two beings that should have never met because they are too contradictory. She adjusted her glasses to distract her mind from the funny images she imagined. [F/n] noticed her change of behavior and was even more annoyed as if she heard her hidden thoughts. Anyway, she rolled her eyes and chose to forget it for once. She was in a rather good mood today and she just did want to spoil it yet.

"Good morning," [F/n] greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, mademoiselle Killjoy. A pleasure to see you," Chamber accosted her as well, his tone and attitude already getting on [F/n]'s nerve.

Once she was able to face the two of them without laughing, she greeted back with her usual cheerfulness. "Hello, lovebirds."

"Dare to say that again and I swear I won't prevent Raze's rampage in your lab next time."

Killjoy let out a chuckle, sliding her tablet under her arm. "What are you up to, today?"

"Just the usual checkup. Hopefully nothing more."

Chamber stepped in, glancing down at [A/n] as he stood by her side. "It should be quick. Usually, [A/n] rarely wastes time on trivial things such as this."

"I bet she is. She's always running left and right anyway. Brim is basically exploiting her sometimes."

[A/n] nervously chuckled. What she said was not half false but it was her fault for not saying no. "I barely sleep anyway, might as well be productive."

"I admire your kindness, mademoiselle. However, be careful to not get abused."

She just shrugged it off. "Thanks for the late notice," she added ironically. "Anyway, we need to hurry, I have to prep for the mission later on."

"Très bien. Lead the way." He gestured to her with his arm and she moved forward as he followed behind.

They barely spoke between themselves, always arguing or talking about work and business, nothing more. They established this rule: no talk unless it's necessary. It avoided a waste of time and politeness, which did not exist between them. The gentleman still could not help himself but tease the small woman when she would expect it the less. He would also often stay longer than necessary in the workshop with her. She did not know what he was doing but she did not pester him about it, she could believe in him regarding work, she knew he would not disappoint or make a mistake in this domain. 

They looked at the armory, going through the usual stuff. There was nothing out of the ordinary so it went fairly fast. Once they were done, [F/n] just walked to her desk to continue her project. She grabbed her toolbox and set it on the metal table, a loud sound echoed through the workshop as the two objects met. The sound intrigued the man standing in the back. He looked up from his notebook and turned to the sound. He saw [A/n] removing a cloth from her usual desk. She seized different tools within the box and placed them carefully on the table. Then, her head moved left and right as if she was looking for something. She soon grumbled when she could not lay her hands on it. Chamber was about to go about his business when he noticed a pair of goggles she would usually wear. He pondered on whether he should let her know or let her struggle a bit more to avoid any unnecessary fight. In the end, he decided to walk up to her with her goggles as he heard a surprisingly adorable grumble. He stood behind her and stayed unmentioned for a minute. He was surprised she had not noticed him yet. A smirk formed on his lips. He slightly bent over, close to her ear, and said in a deep and suave voice:

"Looking for something, très chère?"

[F/n] shrieked, almost falling from her chair as she backed away from him. She held her chest as her heart started beating a thousand beats per minute. She glared at the culprit, gritting her teeth. "Are you out of your mind?! The hell you did that for?!"

The gentleman only chuckled before straightening up, waving the goggles in front of her face. "Helping you?" [F/n] reached out to grab them but the man only raised his hand above his head to prevent her from getting it.

"The hell? Chamber, give them back to me!" she demanded, trying to jump to reach his height but the man was too tall for his own good. "Chamber!"

It only amused him even more. He enjoyed all her reactions when he teased her. After all, he could never get the same result with anyone else. "Don't you think you forgot something?"

She quirked an eyebrow, stopping her movement. "Please?"

"That's better, but no."

"Oh, come on! I got better things to do!"

She jumped up, but Chamber just stood aside. They continued this game for a good minute before something picked the interest of the French man. His eyes landed on her desk and saw a uniquely designed weapon. Intrigued by it, he freed himself from [A/n] and teleported next to it. She was confused for a moment and looked through the room to see him glancing at her project. Red crept up to her cheeks as she hurried to block his vision.

"Wait! Don't look! It's not finished!"

He hummed, not looking back at her. "I see that." His comment made her even more nervous. He was a weapon designer, after all, her work meant nothing to him. He had a business and she had just herself. On the table laid a classic and another one modified by herself. It was golden and black with some red patches. The parts of the gun were dismantled and the weapon did not look quite finished yet. However, Chamber was more than surprised to see such a beautiful weapon made by someone as careless as [A/n]. He got a hold of one of the parts of the gun and stared at it intensely. On the side, the creator of this small piece was at loss for words for once. Her eyes shifted nervously from the ground to the man next to her as he stood silently inspecting her work. As time passed, it became unbearable and she spoke up again to make him stop.

"You don't have to stare at it. It's not as good as what you're making-"

"You can't compare a professional like me with a beginner such as yourself," he finally said looking back at her. 

Her body reacted strangely at his comment. She felt the heat climbing through her body to her cheeks and her heartbeat was increasing. Was it because they had a somewhat decent conversation for once that her body was warning her that something was wrong?

"I really like your design. The choice of colors is very interesting. It needs some finishing touch here and there, but I see you have spent quite a number of hours on this," he went on giving her honest feedback and complimenting her work.

It got her even more confused.

Did he have an ulterior motive? He could not be genuine at the moment, it was so out of character. Who was it? Mirror Chamber? No, it couldn't be. Was it a third Chamber? Another dimension opened up? 

Suddenly, she felt his fingers flick her forehead. It brought her back to reality and she realized that she had been staring at him the whole time. "Are you alright, mademoiselle? Did it bother you that much that I looked at your work?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow. His voice was rather gentle as he talked, lacking his usual cockiness and well-funded confidence.

"Who are you?" she finally asked. Chamber lightly chuckled and dismissed her question.

"I'm just feeling generous today. Is it a bad thing?"

[A/n] shook her head. "No, it's just... weird."

"But I'm always nice."

"Say that to someone else."

Then, the man leaned on her table, his smirk finally coming back. He put the dismounted gun back on the table and then crossed his arms, staring down at her. "I can always hang around longer to help you if you wish. It will be the quickest way for you to learn, it can only be a win-win situation for you."

[A/n] gulped down a lump of saliva that formed in her mouth. Making a deal with him was the worst idea she could think of. It was similar to making a deal with the demon lord himself. But, at the same time, she needed some help. Killjoy was busy enough and was not as much of an expert as Chamber was. "As much as I hate to say it," she answered, hesitantly, "your help would be appreciated." A smile formed on Chamber's face as he looked satisfied with her reply. "However," she added, "what do you want in return?"

Chamber eyed her, amused. She knew him so well already. "Consider this my treat for your help with my business, yes?" 

She frowned, doubtful of his words. There was no way he would just help her for free. "Stop lying to my face. What do you want from me?"

"Come on, chérie. Who are you taking me for? Accept my help, I won't ask for anything in return. C'est promis."

"I didn't understand the last bit but I will assume you said I could trust you." He nodded in agreement, his grin never leaving his face, which made her more and more uncomfortable. "Well... thank you, I guess."

"You are much more than welcome, mademoiselle."

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If you wonder the gun design is basically from the glitchpop collection in the game. I just love this design so much!

"C'est promis" = It's a promise