Rain pattered quietly at the window, the rattling of the windows were the only sound that echoes through the silent corridors of the bar

The female barista behind the counter rapped her manicured nails on it to the beat of the monsoon raging outside. Her hair that had been in a neat bun hours before,  was slowly falling apart, loose strands falling softly on her clothed shoulders. If you looked closely, you would have noticed her unusually nimble index finger tap harder than the rest, the sound her nail made on the counter comparable to a gunshot, and the small scar on her cheek that refused to fade and die quietly.

The rooms in the levels upstairs from the bar have been occupied by the staff and guests, such as a short raven-haired male with a murderous glare and a psychotic waitress.
The bar was closed for the season but the barista still waited patiently. Til now.

"Hange, I'm going out for groceries! Want anything?"She cried out, irritated by the constant silence and the emptiness of the bar. When silence came as an answer, she quietly walked over to the door, grabbing an umbrella and a raincoat as she did so.

"Milk, Black Tea and coffee. " Rumbled a male voice, from behind her. "Alright. Anything else Levi?"
"You want to go buy groceries, but your wallet is here." He held a crisp black wallet between his index and middle finger.
She felt her pockets- they were empty. Laughter bubbled from her and she picked her wallet out from his fingers.

"Thank you my dear sir."

_

The supermarket had put on the local radio through the speakers, blasting whatever music they were playing.

The female barista, with her wallet in her pocket and a shopping basket on her arm, hummed quietly to the song being played.

You know sometimes when you hear a certain lyric or phrase sung in a certain tone, memories just flow back; whether it be nostalgia, sadness, pain, joy or anger.

"one. Twenty-one guns! Throw up your arms into the sky..."

It felt like an avalanche of memories  had broke out of a safe and rushed violently into her mind. Memories she had wished to forget.

Guns.

Bloody hands

Smoke and Gunpowder.

Fire.

the sound of a bullet rushing through the air.... heading straight for her.

She grabbed a nearby tin can of cream of mushroom and deflected the bullet. 

It dropped to the floor.

A wolf-whistle reached her ears, the whistler spinning a deadly weapon on his index. "Whats up Captain?"

_Recording : A.
Mission Std A _8 : Titan
Sqd. 5.
          

"0.8. Titan. Do you copy?"

"w.t.h Vai , we agreed for no jokes."

"Aye  0.1 "

"Stop it and watch the target"

"by the way 0.5, when are they getting married?"

"ahah Idk."

"this is a mission Vai dont-"

"Vai..."

"Focus Please."

"stop being so uptight 0.6..."

"Vai Timing!"

*gunshot*

"Yes! we did it!"

"Good- !

*shiisushshhhhhhhhhh* getoff - he-"

""0.6. 0.6 "

"0.6? Elle? Elle what happened- ! -"

"0.8 ,what happened. 0. 6? Va-"

"Guys. Guys .  Where is- *shhhhhhhhhh - *beep*"

"Vai? 0.8 ? 0. !"

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Mission Status: Fail
Start Count: 5
End Count : 2
Fatality : 3
_Agents 0.6 , 0.8 and 0.5 _

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