Triple Mission

1999

It was late at night but that wasn't the reason to Nikasha didn't pull the gun and feel it on her cheek like she was going crazy. Stare intently at the vast woods behind their mansion. Only cricket can be heard and one's own shadow can be seen. She had only one bullet but she had three more to find.

Right above where her uncles and aunts were watching they could see the maiden's gesture on the monitor. Zenos just sat in the middle seat where it seemed like nothing to him that his nephew was in danger. He adjusted his seat when they saw Nikasha running towards the trunk of the tree and turned around then indiscriminately shot a man running towards him in the head. When Nikasha's foot fell to the ground again, the flesh and brain of a corpse spread again.

Se was the last to be shot in their training. She was the only one with little protection especially since her sight had already struck a man triple the size of her body, holding a large mentally lying on the ground and smilingly staring at the girl.

Zeren could hardly stand what was happening outside the mansion, she even turned her back so that she could see Veron's face which was also very scared. Who wouldn't be afraid when a young woman whose only weapon was two knives was full of criminals and people who were thirsty for murder. Dangerous.

In this training, seek help is cannot be sought. It is forbidden to be discouraged because if you cannot kill more than ten criminals and murderers as well, you will be their food. Fearlessly Nikasha met the man walking towards her, faster and faster until it was Nikasha's run.

The man waved his mental grip so Nikasha rolled quickly causing her to land at the foot of the giant then stabbed her knee with a knife.

"Ahhh!"

Nikasha complained of pain because of the mental impact on her foot, it rolled to go behind the man then quickly hooked a thigh around the neck and twisted it. Nikasha just closed her eyes when she heard the sound of a bone coming from his neck that she now knew was broken.

There was no time to understand the pain in her foot, she did not want to disappoint her uncle who was just watching her. She didn't want to disappoint everyone. She grinned when she saw a woman running holding a knife with fresh blood. Nikasha was now sitting on the lifeless man's chest and quickly lay down flat and with full force took the big mental, a deep breath she let out before she decided to lift up sitting and hard hit the mental on the woman's waist itself .

The mental collapse and the two parts of the woman's body that had separated, scattered, the blood that she had almost spat out because it was already in her mouth.

Finished. He survived the game they had been playing before.

"I-Is she okay?" Zeren asked softly with trembling hands.

The people in the mansion wondered why Kelly and Zeren were still alive and that they were weak in the group. They often say that not only weapons should be brought into battle, but also strength and your knowledge about the things.

"She had a severe wound in her feet, I'll take care of it," Summer said quickly, still staring at the monitor.

This is just the normal situation, they are just in the same room while the kids watch how to escape to the criminals. Zenos stood up and looked at his two nephews staring somewhere, Zenos lowered his gaze to Zeren's hand which was too trembling.

"Why are you still here? It's late at night," he said to the two nephews who were already holding the other waist.

Zeren's drowsiness was obvious while Veron's seemed to be nothing. They left the others in that room then left.

"Nikasha, Uncle, she's poor," Veron said weakly.

"Don't worry about your sister, she's strong, she can handle herself. Look, she's alive," Zenos calmed them down.

This is always the scene whenever Nikasha is in fighting. Veron and Zeren are the focus of Zenos and the others because they are the most dangerous especially in today's era. It is forbidden for a person to be discouraged.

"Aren't you afraid she might get hurt?" Zeren asked as they stopped in their room.

The old man stared at the children as if he had just hugged them, the three of them looked almost indistinguishable from each other. If they just don't know them, they will be quickly deceived by their appearance.

"No. If you don't want to feel scared, you have to trust. Trust is needed in order to fight your fears," Zenos said as he kissed the children's foreheads. "Good night babies."

Nikasha sighed, she almost closed her eyes to fight everything she saw, corpses, flesh, blood, sharp weapons and so on.

"Nikasha! Come here! Oh, drink, hurry!"

A young man quickly went to the maiden's habit, chaotically looked at it and met the young man's kneeling. The man helped Nikasha to drink, and while drinking, he wiped her face and arm, which were covered in blood.

"So yet? What? Round two? Fight!" Maru shouted as a reason for the girl to just shooked her head.

The smile disappeared from Maru's lips when he saw the situation of the woman in front of him, they knew why they were doing it and experiencing it, but there were limits to everything, even the smile rarely seen on Nikasha seemed to be gone. Who can smile at the situation from the age of seven is already being done.

"Come on, I'm carrying you. Aunt Summer will treat you, then help you review," she bowed and put her mouth to Nikasha's ear. "I don't want to clean up your mess, they'll take care of it, so let's go! It's a burden," he patted the back.

Nikasha didn't hesitate about Maru's offer, she passed it and then went inside. Only Maru had the courage to approach the girl to talk like that, because if you study her behavior it is very similar to her bereaved father two decades ago. Quiet and often alone.

"Maru," Nikasha called lifelessly as they crossed the long hallway into the living room.

"Why?" Maru asked walking even slower.

"You stink," Nikasha said seriously which stopped Maru from walking completely.

Just as Maru sniffed, so did Lana and Lucas who peeked at the far end of the hallway.

"Stinky... You too, you stink too but I didn't say.nI'm busy with the review because there's an exam tomorrow," he whispered then started walking again.

When they got to the living room he carefully lowered Nikasha who was quickly supported by the couple Asher and Summer, that living room was so wide that it was not surprising that five families could fit in that mansion that had served as their hiding place ... But they were there's a reason.

"I'm sorry," his uncle whispered.

How many times has he said that to his nephews? Children are innocent but they need to be affected, they need to be educated to protect themselves.

"Don't worry, this is your last training," Zenos whispered referring to the other as well.

That is what is written in the agreement of the parents with that organization, they do not want to repeat what happened before, they do not want to go through the hardships faced so when the children reach the age of eighteen, only then will they end their training.

Not to live as a child but to begin what they have been waiting for. They are just looking for an opportunity, not just now.

Simultaneously, they share breakfast in a large kitchen, the parents are on the right while the children are on the left, Zenos is in the very center focused on what to eat.

"You, women will do that thing, I hope when you come home you will have the important document with you," Nieva reminded the girls who were busy eating.

They are asked to do another job, it is simple in the end so they have no intention of refusing it. If at all, they also have no reason and right to refuse the job they are being asked to do because it carries with it a penalty.

Punishment, to kill right outside the mansion of ten people with no visible dirt. But the young members do not let that happen because when they are caught killing and punished by the law ... Their parents will not help them. A discipline in obeying the command of the older and more powerful.

"How important are those documents?" Zafia said without emotion to her mother.

The falling cutlery in the kitchen and her stare at her youngest child echoed.

"That one piece of paper could ruin five companies and one school you attend. That document could tear down where we see the Azarcons. Isn't it fun? Both are looking for the two hiding, " one said meaningfully by his mother.

A paper that contains important information can release the remaining Azarcon that they think is gone.

Monday itself is what they consider a normal day. Parents will enter their workplaces, mothers who just stay in the mansion but know the movements of the people on the outside. while the children are a full -fledged student, holding a pen and and ink comparable to blood. Once again they will write another crime that will happen as quietly and cleanly as possible.

They do not simultaneously enter the school, of their thirteen members of the group, three of them are already working, while ten remain students and are constantly learning how to get along with different person who may be one of those is protagonist. Despite the flow of their blood, their various habits cannot be removed from them... Reason for them not to be mistaken. It's just funny to imagine because kids who are trained to squirm and kill can make friends outside of their world. Habit and their manner that no longer controlled by their parent.

It is normal for Maru and Lucas to be naughty, young men trained by their fathers to fight. Keus inevitably had an interest in women and to make matters worse he was one of the best convincers, as was his father. Instead of entering the room they were not allowed to give up a little fun at their school.

it was immediately that the two friends with the same temperament took advantage. Quiet and almost everyone's friend. On the second floor of the building, Zeren was just walking, singing softly as if in hee absence a farewell song was being heard.

"Close our eyes,

Feel the coolness of the air, and don't breathe anymore...

In slimy pink, and thick as milk... Let's go.. Go to sleep... "

She just sang over and over again, her voice echoing all over the floor, because there was no one and everyone below she could freely sing her favorite song. Terrifying because the cessation of her singing hit the sight of Janice, the woman who knew something about their identity.

"Pretend to be kind, you're really different Zeren," teased a waist -length woman who stepped down the stairs.

Zeren's gentle face just smiled, looking forward to who would be first because they were in the wrong place.

"Do you know where criminals like you should fit in?" pointing it at Zeren's face. "In the jail. You're an animal!" weak but scolding.

Zeren's smile flashed. Youngest of the Ficarro and has an extraordinary ability to deceived. Janice flinched because of this. As the retreat got longer and longer, Zeren was even more excited, because there was no barrier wall the place where they were so she definitely knew what was going to happen.

"Do you know where versatile people should fit in?" mimicking Zeren's tone then stopped because they were already at the end.

There was nothing a poor Janice could do, she could not shout because no one could hear. No one can see because the building where they are is no longer covered by the camera, she has nothing to lose.

Janice's eyes widened and almost her lips trembled, along with the formation of sweat on Janice's forehead was Zeren's whisper.

"In hell."

In an instant, Janice disappeared in front of Zeren. Blowing a loud excuse for the girl to accompany it by taking a deep breath and singing again as if nothing had happened.

"Close our eyes,

Feel the coolness of the air, and don't breathe anymore...

In slimy pink, and thick as milk ... Let's go... Go to sleep ... "

While reciting that lyric it looked down, they caught sight of Janice who was already lying on the floor, it was only superficial in fact but the iron standing there caused the piercing of Janice's body. The blood is still dripping fresh. Zeren just turned around and walked again as if nothing had happened, she looked at Kelly who was just behind her watching.

The clutter is finally over. Only Janice can be the reason why someone knows about their group. Janice, the eyes of the other group.

Zafia and Veron walk quietly down the long hallway on the fourth floor of their school. Veron relentlessly talks about other things that are often no longer covered by their work. Veron has no interest in this kind of work and just follows, but her ability cannot be judged. Her strength is unique when compared to hee sister Nikasha. If it only comes to her own fist she will lift them.

"Will you please stop, Veron? Your too noise," Zafia scolded then turned up to the third floor.

"Aren't you scared? Maybe later someone will catch us there, because we should wait for the others," Veron snorted, parting his long hair.

Zafia just looked straight ahead. Wondering if the plan should be canceled first because someone might notice and get upset. But no, she is an Arcus, who has a one word and the deed must be clean.

"We're here.. I'll pass on the right and you're the one knocking, you know your role, don't you? "Zafia assured with a smile that Veron greeted.

Just like the previous plan, Zafia turned around, she had thirty seconds to walk around to step on the door opposite Veron. She was overjoyed when she saw her twin smiling at her in the other building. This is the signal.

Her expression changed quickly and she ran to the room at the end. Her face was terrified, trembling to knock and just as her knees were shaking when an old woman in control of everything opened the door for her.

"Ms. Ficarro? What's going on?" its a confused question.

Trembling Veron pointed to the other building.

"Help us, J-Janice, she's been crying a lot for a while, S-She said she just wanted to commit suicide-"

"What ?! Oh my god! Where is he now? Who's with her?" She said in shock and confusion and then finally went out the door.

"She fought me, told me not to stop her because she just wanted to end her l-life ... Ma'am please help us! We are afraid of what will happen to her," she said tearfully.

The old man was almost sweating because of what a Veron said was almost untrue. The opposite of what happened.

"Come with me, where is the building you are referring to? Did you leave any of your colleagues to watch over Janice?..." She said continuously until they were finally able to go downstairs.

This was the chance, smiling as it effortlessly entered the room surrounded by papers, she had to think carefully where it was placed. But first she had to answer a riddle.

Covered with ash, but hidden in deep rock.

Zafia quickly rolled her eyes. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at something called ash. It quickly walked to a picture frame where a photograph of a large company that was one of the helpers at that school was posted. Because of its ingenuity it only takes a little time to figure out that riddle. An object was carefully opened and the so -called deep rock appeared. A vessel. A piece of paper that their group will definitely enjoy.

it was just rolled up and wrapped in black paper. Quickly and without noise she returned to everyone because he was running out of time, she could not see on the cctv monitor the movement of others because that was no longer covered by the camera. Zafia came out without moving the ajar door, but when she came out there were a few students already on that floor. Good and no one noticed.

The girl would have been right but that's how Maru touched her, causing them to fall off the same grip. Zafia simply took the folder Maru was holding on the floor and Maru had a document.

"I'm sorry Miss," Maru smiled then left with the evidence.

When Zafia stood up they caught the eye of the woman guarding that sweaty room, the woman automatically looked at Zafia's hand especially since she knew he had left the door open.

"What are you holding?"

Zafia stopped. "Floorplan ma'am," she answered quickly.

The old woman approached then held out her hand. "Can I see?"

She gave it no doubt, saying that she and Maru had already exchanged and they already had the evidence.

The woman nodded and then smiled as if she had been taken away.

"Okay. You may now go, thank you, " she said smiling then turned away from the woman.

Zafia let out a sweet smile as she got stuck on that floor.

"Welcome and thank you."

It just seemed like nothing tragic had happened to the students and teachers at that school. Not surprisingly, since the area was full of massacres, Janice's death was not new because they thought it was a problem in her life. but Nikasha just smiled at what she saw, everyone was still busy organizing their school because of the big program that was going to take place. Since no one saw the plan she made, she had nothing to worry about.

Nikasha was pacing along the hallway of the first floor, her eyes only on the wide square where other students were busy arranging the place or the booths in each department. Nikasha is the only big one in this school because she is one of the officers of the high organization. She was a paperworker so she quickly knew who the people around her were.

Less than five minutes later, she found Mara who was completely distracted, she was the only one she considered a friend except for her companions. They both stopped because of what they were looking at.

"You're just here, I've been looking for you for a while," Mara began, who later looked at his feet.

"Why? Are we being summoned?" Nikasha wondered.

Mara trimmed it and then handed over the thick envelope containing several pieces of paper.

"Ma'am Soliman is taking care of the transferees, they also need to be given a schedule, the record is already there, isn't it?"s he asked here.

Nikasha looked down at that paper and then picked up the envelope. She didn't bother to open it and find out who it was, after all he had no interest.

"I'll just do it at home, it's not necessary, is it?"

"As long as they are ready before the program starts, those transferees will come there, they will also move suddenly."

Nikasha only nodded in response, only Mara was with her because the other twins had their own world. There are things they should not be together especially since their rooms are separate. Each booth in the square was checked by Nikasha, Mara the scribe what else was missing or if she was done with making that stance. They have nothing to do but that. The class will only return in the next two weeks because they are busy with the school anniversary.

They stopped in the shady trees, relaxing and looking around to see what was going to be the next trend.

"What just happened to your feet?" Mara's curiosity here.

Instead of looking at Mara, Nikasha looked away as if someone was watching.

"It's nothing. I played last night," was the deep answer that the other person shrugged.

Games will not be liked by others especially the weak. She had never experienced being a child, the only toys they could handle were the sharp ones. She was used to the pain of them touching and cutting her. How many times has she almost died? More than twenty?

"It's serious, maybe Janice's problem is serious so she committed suicide. She's unfortunate, she doesn't have a family yet," Mara said sadly with a hint of sadness.

Nikasha glanced at her, and for the first time they stared at each other, Nikasha didn't like to stare at each other, unless she was studying someone's emotions.

"There are things that need to be taken from someone before everything gets worse," Nikasha said.

Life. There are things that even before time need to disappear in order to protect others. But no one knows if they really caught up with the problem. Yes and they killed a woman who knew and could be the eyes of the other group not knowing where that was.

Once Zeren caught Janice holding a role that only a member of a secret organization could have as such. So the girl's actions were quickly studied and watched. But the other group was very careful and there was still no trace of them.

It all ended and everyone decided to go home. The siblings are separated when riding in the car. It takes about twenty minutes before arriving at their mansion that you would assume only normal people live because they are in a normal community.

That village and at the far end is located the big gate where the big house that is almost five decades old is located, corresponding to the end of the big war.

In the first part of the mansion where the hacienda can be seen, it is broad green. typical mansion really where cozy view due to trees lined up and evenly cut in the grass.

But the opposite is in the back, where the other men are fixing the dirt. the trees will rise and at the far end are hidden criminals whom they have been hiding for a long time and turning into toys for children to practice.

"It's clean, maybe let's just paint that part later, the blood is too sticky," Asher pointed out to Ponce.

Ponce just nodded. Whenever there are clutter Asher often cleans, Ponce often watches over the actions and to him often passes the information.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when the three vehicles arrived, their children were already here. Fortunately, Summer and Cecil were able to prepare a snack as usual. Every Monday to Friday they live normally, comparable to a happy family.

The children quickly dropped their bodies on the long sofa in the living room.

"How's your school?" Ezra asked the children one by one taking food even before they had changed their uniforms.

"Wrong question," Zenos said deeply looking like he was going somewhere because of his typical outfit. "How's your work?" its a smiling question that matched what had happened recently.

Zafia stopped drinking, the crowd was looking at her and the other walkers were already looking at Zafia. Nieva narrowed her eyes at the youngest daughter while sipping coffee.

"Well done," she said quickly then took the drink again.

The smile flashed on the others as her mother let out a loud sigh, breathing easily again. Zenos just smiled at her and then said goodbye. He was wearing an office dress that could see nothing but black. He just kissed his two nieces on the forehead, his eyes searched for Nikasha but because the destination was important he left.

"Where's the paper?" Summer asked in surprise because she noticed that Zafia was not holding her hand.

"I gave my aunt to Lana, she was the one who met me," Lucas whispered.

But everyone is surprised because Avellana is not in the living room where they are.

"Where is she? Where's Nikasha and Maru?" Summer repeatedly asked them.

The children there could not answer that because when Asher and Ponce arrived, Ponce hugged his youngest daughter who continued to caress him for asking for food that was forbidden to her.

"No. Your mommy will be mad at me, "Ponce said calmly to the daughter who was still holding a folder where the paper was.

The girl sniffed and then left in a hug.

"Look dad, we got it oh, just treat it. Promise, Mommy won't know."

"Still no. I'm just going to buy your medicine, better to eat Summer's Cake, your aunt's work is your favorite, isn't it?" he whispered to her daughter, which made Lana happy.

They walked down the long hallway from the back of the mansion, it was just straight and the far side was the living room, most of them looked at the paper held by the maiden.

"Oh! Yes, here. I can't get what is written hehe," the girl smiled as she handed the paper to her aunt.

"You can't really understand this thing. Anyways, thank you. I will review this one. Buon lavoro," Nieva smiled in praise and then left with Ezra who was both good at reading other languages.

The children were left in the living room with their other father. Only Summer was there while combing the long hair of her youngest daughter Kelly, if we add up Kelly's habit she almost inherited almost nothing from her parents, she probably inherited it from her mother's sister who had passed away.

Asher just stared at his daughter Kelly who was almost pale and dumb, Summer whispered to her daughter to take care of herself and go to sleep as much as possible.

"How about Janice? Did you know anything about her?" Asher's introduction to children still eating.

"No more dad. It seems vague to get information on her," replied Asher's eldest son who was sitting next to Lucss busy messing with Keus's hair.

"Wha- why? Don't tell me they heard?" Summer's concern caused Zeren to sit up.

Others looked at her, especially Veron, who was just squeezing her sister's neck.

"She's gone. Poor Janice," whispered the girl who was sure to be heard by others.

"The work is clean, there's nothing to worry about aunt, especially since there's no camera there and suicide is being looked at in the investigation," Lucas confirmed as Asher asked.

"But we are not sure. We don't know if Janice Epifania have the same surname that we're looking for," Asher said.

They don't know anymore. They are not ignorant but like the other group they have lost connection and identity with each other. The other group must have known that Black Ficarro had children but did not know who. So keep wondering why there are so many surnames of people who have long been dead that in fact they have never heard of having families.

Epifania, one of the families with chronic drug trafficking and quietly smuggled into prisons during their time.

"There are only two people left in the other group we know are alive so far. Why are there any left?" Summer wondered.

"Are you sure Mom, if you're the only one who hasn't been touched and left behind in the past two decades?" Keus asked his parent with nothing to answer but a sigh.