Brothers by my side, city on my back, real heroes
That's what the people want
They ain't born, gotta create 'em
Sayin' we gone as soon as we save 'em
That's part of the plan.

Juicy J- Shell Shocked

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There was dead silence over the comm link, making the rushing wind surrounding me at the height I was on sound like the loudest thing there. It was only till the trucks moved forward and parked parallel to each other that I realized my position here wasn't helping. I abandoned the sniper and perched on a branch, before dropping eight-teen feet to the ground. I landed in a crouch, and managed to make out silent footsteps that could only belong to Aiden.

I whipped out my handguns, clicking the safety off and putting them back in my holsters, not bothering with the safety. Turning toward the roof, I let a frown cross my features when I didn't spot the people I had my eye on just before seeing them supervising the TrianOut truck unloading.

Tyrone.

I spotted her auburn hair from a kilometer away, even in the midnight black the sky was giving off, and seeing her two minutes later didn't stop my heart from skipping a beat. I made out her slightly narrowed eyes when she turned to talk to the unidentifiable black-haired individual. Her bodysuit hugged her curves and outlined thin muscles that flexed every time she passed on a box to have it's contents checked. Her black hair was in heavy curls that reached her shoulders giving her a Natasha Romanoff appearance. She bent down, her hair falling to her face, revealing a shiny pair of A earrings.

Alina.

"I see Hoffmann and Dale," Aiden whispered from behind me. He shuffled around, doing something I couldn't be bothered with while my wandering eyes searched for any sign of Dale's graying hair. Sure enough, there he stood spitting madly in some worker's face while making exaggerated hand movements. Tyrone- or Finn, as I should call her now -now stood far behind him, talking to what looked like Hoffmann in a soft manner.

It was only then I realized the similarities between the two, just as Hoffmann placed a good-willed hand on Finn's shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. I calculated their age difference. putting only five years give or take. Both their auburn hair had graying at the end and was oily and sweat-ridden, clinging desperately to both their faces. I took notice of their features and similarities, eventually taking out my phone and snapping a quick shot of the "colleagues" embrace.

The both snapped their heads to us, untangling their limbs and searching with their similar grey eyes in the dark. We were fully embraced in the shadows, swallowing us whole. I didn't expect anything less from them, knowing they could spot a sound like that a mile away. My cellphone light was dim, an the tree that we had taken cover behind helped hide the remaining light.

"You don't look anything like Tyrone," I noticed, throwing a fist at Alina who grabbed it and shoved. I stayed anchored in my spot, the shove not doing anything to move me, and started to circle her.

"Yeah, we have black hair deep in my mom's family tree. My dad used to have blonde hair. He worked for the government until he was killed in a robbery or somethin'," She said, circling me as well. "My mom and aunt have auburn hair though."

I didn't answer, instead taking note of how her voice raised an octave at the mention of her aunt. Tyrone mentioned having a sister in little detail. Maybe something happened?

I shoved the thought away as Alina sent a kick my way and I moved to catch it, continuing on with the fight.

"So what you're saying," Aiden said, a shadow falling on his features. Despite the dark I could still see the corners of his mouth twisted up in a frown. He had contacted 553 who were probably listening in right now. "Is that your ex-trainer is the director of TrianOut and the sister of Hoffmann?"

I hummed in agreement, uninterested in whatever he had to say, and stalked over silently to the right side of the warehouse, abandoning him.

I let the shadows swallow me whole, and tucked my handguns back inside my holsters before reaching down and patting the heel of my boot, determining the feeling of a blade tucked halfway in the tough material. My hand reached my hair, that was already pulled up in a high ponytail like I opted for it to be like always, and pushed in a tiny blade that could be useful later. My gaze drifted slightly as I removed my leather jacket with one hand, reaching into the back of it where there were a few secret pockets sown on the inside of the jacket. I pushed a few things in there before placing it back on my back where it instantly warmed my skin that had numbed momentarily from the cold.

I lifted my eyes to the space I had left Aiden in recently to find he had disappeared into the night. I placed a hovering hand close to my ear piece to wake it up from the silence protocol it had. "Thomspon?" I sung, fully aware of the fact that 553 was still on the line listening in on us.

"Yes Wanda Maximoff?" Aiden retorted, the crunching of dead grass on his end giving away that he was on the move. "Position?"

"Right side. We engaging in on their tea party or are we sticking with Alpha? I'm upset, they didn't invite me. I know all of them! With the exception of Hoffmann." Alpha was plan A just like Beta was B and Delta was D. We had code for a lot of things. I slipped into our 16 language code language. "Should we keep 553 on?" I asked impassively, not letting a smile break my emotionless mask when I heard groans on one end, probably from the 553 agents listening in.

"Nah. I call ditching them!" Aiden responded, using the same code. He switched back to English as he addressed the agents supervising. Surprisingly, only four answered the call meaning that only four bothered with us this time. They were probably threatened with extra paperwork or training recruits. Except for Diana, Melissa, Leah (or the Wonder Twins as Aiden called them) and a couple others, they all hated the prospect of anything involving those two words.

"You wanna hear a joke?" Those poor, poor agents. One immediately protested against the prospect but Aiden cut him off with purely fake optimism that any trained agent should have caught on.

They probably did.

"Great! What's the difference between a train and Agent Clifton's face?" He didn't wait for an answer. "They were on the opposite ends of the collision that made him so ugly!"

I stopped halfway from where I was ripping open a zip-lock bag in order to secure a couple of spare flashlights.

In an instant the line was filled with obnoxious that was too high-pitched to be Aiden's, and it was soon joined by three other cackles that were cut off half way with a final click signalling Aiden had dropped their line.

"Position?" I whispered, having already picked everything up and left no trace. I replaced the batteries in a flashlight and dug for one of the handguns, attaching a metal rectangle to it, just before he answered.

"Finn, Dale, Hoffman and... mini Finn have left the loading zone. They're headed toward the building with what looks like Felix and two other dudes on the associates list. They're flanked by six or so guards. Must be important," he concluded. "I'm checking out the truck are-"

"Hey what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, hold on a second Zee." There were a few silent shots and thuds giving me the impression that he had taken out some guards.

"Gimme a second Thompson," I said, stuffing a flashlight into my mouth and aiming the gun at the top of the brick wall. I shot quickly, causing a wire to jump from where the bullet should've been shot and hook onto the top of the wall near the roof. I squeezed the trigger again, getting a good grip on the gun before it quickly pulled me up to where the wire had hooked. I steadied myself and placed my unoccupied hand on the wire, putting my feet flat against the wall and climbing the remaining way using the wire. Once I reached the end where the wire snapped back into the gun, I peeled it off the wall and quickly put my hand on a loose brick, pushing myself onto the roof.

"Find anything Thompson?" I asked, surveying the empty roof and concrete bottom. Taking the laser pointer I thankfully reminded myself to bring and pointing it toward the ground, examining the different buttons placed on the small pen-like device. I mentally shrugged, pressing the top spring button and standing my ground as a beam of red sprinted out of the not-a-pen with heavy force. It lethally stabbed the ground as I pulled it around in a circle just big enough to squeeze me through.

Once it finished burning the cement, I carelessly capped it and tossed it back into my pocket, not worried it would burn me. Blinking slowly, I walked around the roof, looking for something to move the concrete with before finding an old iron sitting on the ledge. Grabbing it, I leaned over the ledge looking for patches of wire before finding a dusty wire box guiding the wires into the building beneath. Grabbing the iron, I brought the electrical outlet and snapped it with my hands, tying together the broken iron wire and a red wire.

Waiting at least a couple of minutes, I watched the bottom get red hot despite the fact there was no water to burn. The process took less time because the entire system was loaded into one box. I could shut off their lights like that, but this was an infiltrate and don't be seen mission. Once I finally finished, I removed the wire, shut the box and waltzed over to the circle of life, placing it on the surface before realized Aiden never answered my question.

I placed my frozen fingers and warm palm to my earpiece. "Thompson. Check in."

Nothing.

"Thompson," I whispered harshly. "Answer the line or I swear-"

I spun around, my gun in hand in a span of one second facing the perky Alina, her earrings catching the light the flashlight I had over my gun gave. She held her hands up in the air, showing she was unarmed and wasn't here to fight.

Too bad I was.

"Woah, hold up. I just wanna talk." She gestured with her head to the gun. "You can put that away."

I let my impassive gaze drop to the gun before looking up with a smirk resting on my face. "Nah, I think I'll be the judge of that."

Alina shook her head, her eyes leaving mine before they eventually found their way back. "I just wanna help. I'm a friendly, kay?"

The smirk on my face washed away quickly, leaving the impressive unresponsive face. Yeah, and I'm Mr. Bean.

I lifted one hand to my chin and tapped it three times. "Now why don't I believe that?"

Her eyes were pleading, telling me to understand her situation as she thought of a good enough excuse for my almost impossible question. "I haven't killed you yet?" Except it came out in a question.

"Try again."

"Uh. Erm. Ugh, uh-"

"Aren't you supposed to be all villainy and guarded? Do murderers wear masks? Just a question I should wear a mask," I wondered out loud, my cold tone showing it was a rhetorical question. Her mouth dropped open, before she regained her previous demeanor. "Do villains eat skittles and oreos? I prefer Twizzlers after I read The Wi-Fi Password but that's my opinion. Maybe you could find a way to rule the world with Twizzlers. Suffocate someone with a Twizzlers! Throw a skittle into someone's mouth and watch them choke! Give them the cookie part of an Oreo because no one likes that part and close their mouth so they have to eat it and die from the terribleness. Kill someone with- Nope, that's all I've got. Do it now."

Alina's eyes widened and she turned around just in time to watch Aiden hit her in the head with the butt of his gun.

We watched her fall to the ground, her breathing steady and calm. Aiden's loud breathing filled the silence that chilled the air around us both as I wondered who would carry her to the motel we were staying at. Catching each other's eyes, I knew he was thinking the exact same thing. We looked back to Alina before meeting gazes again.

"One, two, three. Not it!"

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A/N: I'm TaliaArcher on Snapchat, if you haven't noticed.