Gyeong was sitting on the solitude of the library as dawn was still to break out. She had managed the turns until then and was herself ready to crash, but there was still things to do before there was any moment for her to deserve a full rest.

    A lot of books were piling side to her and close already to reach her height, as she kept fast flipping the pages on them.

    Nothing. She grabbed the next one. A book on the North Korean lifestyle according to a United States agent - which she fast repelled and left alone without bothering to flip inside. There is still so many books. Why do they have so many, do any of those donkeys even are able to process written words at all? I bet they are still stuck in children picture books.

    She fixed her bangs, which were a bit messed by the sweat beads that were coming off from her forehead. Time was running out. When she looked back at the clock on the wall, it was close to mark 7 o'clock - or was it 8? She let a sigh and started to put back all the books in the shelf fast. Mumbling that she didn't manage to look even a substantial part of all the ones in the library.

    Once they were set up, she went all the way towards the main hall and towards the reunion hall. It was long since last time they really organized a proper one, and only Banan was there, prepping a lot of papers and getting a map ready to show everyone when time was up.

    "Good morning." Banan said as standing on a chair, trying to pin one of the corners of the map to the edge of the main panel. "Can you do the other side? If I try one by one, the weight of the map make it fall."

    "Sure." Gyeong motioned a chair for herself and stood on top of it to pin the other corner. "Like this?"

    "Perfect, yes! Now, I wanted to discuss the plan before anyone comes."

    They both left the chairs to the side and loomed over the map in front of them.

    "We need to divide the strenght. I got some interesting information about who could have our intel, or at least, be interested." Banan offered a report signed by no other than Sadhil. "Both the regular Western forces and the Soviets don't want us in their territory, however."

    "Does anyone like us to begin with?" Gyeong sneered.

    "The thing, is. Germany." The manager put her glasses straight. They kept dropping because of the sweat. No matter how cold the inside of the mountain was, they were working out constantly after all. "Divided by the Fourth Reich maniacs while the Soviets holding the east part. And both parties are already fed up with spies from other countries coming there to grab their secrets. Both would benefit from destroying us, honestly."

    "And you say there could be someone in the middle that could have the position of our Divisions?"

    "Yes. My plan is sending a small group to infiltrate. I had planning to just interview everyone, make the best strategically possible outcome. But..."

    "You need them to be able to at least understand and mix between the people there." Gyeong noted with her hand.

    "Exactly. We only have three people there that could help us with it. I already sent their information to a partisan of the Divisions that already lurks there and will provide the necessary for them infiltrate both sides." Banan pondered as she gave the files to Gyeong, expecting an approval.

    "Hm. I don't want to be mean, but... Do you think it is really a good idea to put these away? That seems like taking away some of your best cards away for maybe nothing. They may even never return."

    "I trust them."

    "Hmmm..."

    Both of them shared a moment of silence.

    "Okay, then. Let's call everyone for the briefing."

    They walked the halls, and Gyeong was feeling deeply unsettled about how fast things were progressing. Not to mention, the face of her lackey much chirpier than usual. For she knew well that meant she had slept with a man the night before.

    Ugh. I thought she was cool, but is as equally brainwashed by the lust like everyone else. Why can't I find someone clean and diligent? She still would flash a smile if Banan noticed her wrinkling nose and pretend to be alright. Even the women at my old Division would just partake on those acts with themselves. No one is serious about duty anymore.

    There was no more to say on the way down to the cafeteria.

***

    "Heh."

    Elizabeth was packing all her belongings onto a heavy backpack and chuckling, happy for once. She barely had recovered and her body was still patched, but the girl was ready to deploy. Now that she knew she could go on a mission to her birthplace, now ruled by the Reich, the idea of finally making an escape gave her a delightful sensation. She would not even need to fight for it, just lean and sneakily get out from the team.

    Finally, something good happening to me. I was already believing I would waste my youth away in this rotten arsehole of a place.

    She could already smell some of the bread of the bakery that was close to her house back in the day. Having a comfortable, warm bed. And no pesky bosses or companions to make her feel worse or having to prove her value or her ideologies.

    After finishing her preparations, she head out towards the workshop. Hoping that in those last moments, she would not cross Emil in any of the halls. Her boots marched nonchalantly with no regard for any memories she collected on that place. The coldness of the snow surrounding the building will soon become comfort, with her former roommates that would encase and join her violent outbursts back in the day.

    Before long, she finally reached the workshop and entered without knocking, to only watch Bakarne already there, with her own pack ready.

    "Hey." The bespectacled woman greeted. "Ready for the job?"

    "Remind me one thing, why did they put you in this mission too?"

    "Moral support, I guess."

    "Then we are done for. Can you give me some more rounds for the UZI?" No need for greetings. She wanted all ready and done to get to the gate.

    "Sure." The woman had them already on the table and had just to slide them with a push, and they fell on Eli's grasp. "There ya go. Will join you after I feed up lead to our other recruit."

    "Don't be late." The gothic princess demanded.

    The exchange was brief, but there was no way for her to contain her excitement. She left humming loudly as Rurik was entering the place. Unlikely to the proceedings of the Division, Banan had made him join them in the split team to investigate both sides of Germany and even promised he could join officially if he was successful at helping to infiltrate the east side. As for Eli herself, she had no intention to come back from the Reich reigned west side.

    She was halfway to reach the base floor, but noticed something. The weight was wrong. One of the boxes she got was just halfway.

    Mmmrgh.

    Reluctantly, she stepped back and directed herself toward the workshop to file her complaints. Again, there was no consideration for privacy of any kind, so she just opened the door to end up watching how Rurik grabbed Bakarne and they were both silently kissing. Elizabeth's breath stopped and, she managed to gulp silently at the same time she noticed Bakarne opened one of her eyes and gave her a stinky glare. The towering man was too focused on the kiss, that didn't really react since Bakarne didn't stop making out with him. All of that was beyond the level of disturbing and erotic, in a twisted way, that Elizabeth was able to mentally process. And so she just left, closing the door as quietly as she physically could.

    "Okay." She breathed hard the moment the door made the closing cackle. "I really didn't expect to ever see that. It was always a joke, for fucks sake!" She went away towards the main hall, with no more ammunition. Completely red-faced like freshly cooked tomato soup and all her skin warmed up. That is how it looks when two actual adults are into each other? Shit, that was scary as hell.

    And for once, she was glad of the cold receiving her outside, but even that was unable to shake how hots her cheeks were feeling or her tight-clad legs.

    I fucked many guys with all my sadomasochist toys, but that felt totally different. I would love something like that one day...

    Finally, she reached the gate and found the boss and the manager waiting for her.

***

    Pujay was sitting politely, with his clawed hands resting on his legs grabbing each other, and his colorful robe still despite the wind that came from the opening of the hangar. Fanny was checking one of the planes, making sure nothing was out of place. Even if her specialty was the explosive kind of machines, there was the unshakable feeling of danger stuck to her subconscious, and had just to give it all another round of comprobations. Nothing seemed jagged or prepared in a suspicious way. The fuel container was hermetically shut and unscratched. The controls were moving at the designed speed and the safety measures on place. She sighed.

    Observing with deep interest, Pujay came down from his place, to sniff around the girl. Thankfully, no one other than Chamán was able to notice his presence, therefore making it easy to just snoop around the base himself. While he didn't care much about the affair of mortals, he could not stop being amused about how weird modern civilizations became. Back in his days, things didn't necessarily be more pacific, as wars were sadly part of the history of hominids. But seeing how they would go lengths to develop such armaments in an era where they could actually share food and home equally, was a thing he wasn't unable to grasp.

    His own meaning was the representation of the internal demons all humans had inside, but not of the evil kind - but the more joyful, sinful yet partying one. For all humans had a prankster nature and needed to liberate from daily life. Even if sometimes, he wanted to give George a hit in the face for now knowing how to really properly write his name, Pujllay, but he already got fond of his silliness.

    And so he vibed with the nature that members had most of the time, but from a few days ago the shift on the spirits was so different that even he felt the urge to break his own rules to not interfere. He followed Fanny around, curious about her anxiety. She was not the one taking the plane, so why she seemed so keen on to making sure the thing was functional?

    After a long while, she finally gave up and left the hangar, with only Pujay left there.

***

    Sadhil was on the bathroom, trying to clear up some more of the blood that did get dry on his nose. No matter how much he seemed to try to clean carefully, the bleed had been so much there were still parts that dried inside and had to be cautiously clean to avoid infections. As painstaking it was, at least he knew it was just time-consuming more than anything else, but he didn't feel like he had that much time to waste. What he would not be able to fix in a while was his nose, now crooked to the left. He managed to keep it more or less still centered, but was easily noticeable from the front. Although because of the band aids it was a bit harder to tell apart.

    That piece of shit. Rhinoplasty ain't a cheap thing! Ugh, I need to sneak for a bit for some surgeon so I can arrange this mess on my face. Thanks it is going to be sooner than later.

    He looked up at the row of mirrors of the communal bathroom. His now bandaged nose and the bruises reminded him of his first surgery to change his face. Something he was already used to. Just as someone would expect from a top class spy, his original face was long gone and even he himself did burn of all the pictures he could find on his family's house. Making sure to erase his childhood, his youth - those were things that didn't have any value to him anyway.

    If he could, he would even burn his own father.

    Sadhil tried to sniff some, trying to feel how hard he would be able to breathe without feeling pain. But also how softly he was also able. Keeping his breath silent was also another thing he had to train. Not only for his missions but for his own miserable kink. In fact, he was now unable to remember when was the first time he really felt something by actually partaking in sex himself. As he washed his hands from the rest of blood, he knew that it was basically impossible. Ever since his days working as a bellhop where he found his passion for just eyeing from the dark to the guests at one of his father's numerous five-star hotels, he was well aware he wasn't ever going to be able to feel anything by his own actions more than just the thrill of voyeurism.

    Heh. Maybe I am fucked up.

    Carefully, his hands washed around the bandages to avoid moisture, and let his face get some of the cold water to freshen his ideas.

    Hm. He put back his expensive watch and checked the     time. I still have some hours before the trip. I could try to just bust a quick one before I will be away from this place.

    After he left the bathrooms, he tried to give himself the chance for a fast inspection. Troops, tired. Moral, on the floor. That was one of the best parts. When he crossed some of the doors to the outside, he was more than glad to see the expedition towards the divided Germany getting ready on to leave. His plan to convince the manager as them being the most adequate team worked, so he would not need to worry about them ever again.

    Now, he had to make sure to throw to the bus the manager himself, but that was on the way and if something he had learned thanks to the pain of his nose, is that he could not rush things or let his own lack of patience ruin all the perfectly traced roadmap to victory.

    In the end, this place will be mine. And then I will be the one that will be served luxuries instead of bowing to others. The comfort of his room was pleasant at least. Being the third Elite much more capable, the upper hands had spoiled him to what the other recruits could not even dream of. He threw himself on the bed, and his mind started to finger toward all the tapes he already had recorded and maybe watch one now for some fast encouragement.

    At least, his player was still safe and so his collection of sin.

    His body instinctively jumped to just check it. All was in place. For a moment, he feared that monster would have entered the room to destroy all of it, but didn't seem the case. After some minutes, he already set the TV and was ready to push the play button...

    Knock-Knock.

    "Of course, it had to be the moment I am going to relax." He wished to be surprised, and find that the one called was someone else. The manager, any of the recruits, hell, he would even prefer it to be the communist. "One moment."

    But it was Juan.

    "I hope you burn in the deepest holes of hell." Sadhil mustered.

    "Then we will meet each other there." The man said in a cheeky manner. He didn't bother to even ask for permission and entered the room. "Oh, are we watching something before going?"

    "We? No, no, no. Get lost. I want just to crack one alone. You make everything much more uncomfortable with your comments." Sadhil got his boiling point being reached. He grabbed his gun from his pocket and shot. To his dismay, Juan was fast enough to avoid it. "Dang, why won't you leave me alone!?"

    "We are partners in crime!" Juan got lucky to avoid the second bullet, which caught his hair before getting stuck in the wall. "Please, I've just did all what you said! What more do you want from me to be your friend!?"

    "Why! Would! I---!" Sadhil punctuated all his words with a new failing shot as Juan hid below the bed to escape from his fatal ending. "Be friends with someone LIKE YOU!" And he shot the last round he had.

    For some brief moments, the room was silent. The Indian was holding her breath, trying to make sure he would not hear anything. Not a sound. Did he manage to get him thorough the mattress? But no blood was coming out or appearing on the floor. And after a few tense moments, Juan put his nuzzle out from down the bed.

    "Aaaaagh!" Sadhil lost his strength and just fell down on his knees. "Whatever. Do what you want. I am not in the mood for any efforts right now..."

    "Hey, hey. Don't be demoralized! I came here just to cheer you up before taking off!"

    Juan got out from below the bed to take his peer up, and sat him on the edge of the bed.

    "Just looking at you makes me feel more depressed." Sadhil scoffed, and let his body fall on the bed loudly. He didn't care any more about masturbating. A nap before the time to going out on his mission was more than enough. "Wake me up in three hours or so."

    "Man, don't be like this. Everyone hates me in this place and you are the only one that speaks to me." Juan sat down on the edge, next to him.

    "And you really don't get why?" The spy said softly, mostly to himself. He moved his hand towards his forehead, to feel it quite hot. The headache was also growing.

    "Shut up. Is not fair, okay? First my uncle doesn't put me in front of this place nor promote me. Everyone treats me like a used tissue in the floor. No girl even leans to me for fucking. And the only guy I work with just uses me but refuses to even have a chat with me despite calling me a friend. Fuck you."

    Mmmh. Maybe I should have manipulated him in another way. This guy is too mentally unstable to even keep his mouth shut at this rate. He sighed and thought for a moment what he could do to keep Juan on his tracks. For a moment, he thought of letting him have his collection of tapes while he was away, but he didn't trust him enough. I have to do something that really bonds him positively on me so he keeps obeying. Should I try to get him a paid woman or...

    "Hm. Juan." Sadhil started. "Are you a virgin?"

    "What kind of question is that!" The man shouted. "Of course I am not! I had hundreds of women before."

    "..."

    "Maybe just the half of that."

    "..."

    "Just...ten..."

    "Juan."

    "Okay, fucker! I am a virgin! Got a problem with that!?" He snapped. "Are you going to humiliate me more than I already am?"

    Sadhil slowly got back in a sitting posture and looked to Juan straight in the eyes. Smiling, on top of that.

    "If you haven't ever met neither a woman nor a man... how do you know you don't like guys too?" The spy sultry let his cheek to rest against his now fisted hand. "Since you want so desperatedly be close to someone..."

    "Don't fuck with me." Juan got up fast, with a chill stabbing his back. "If I ever fuck a guy, it won't be someone like you."

    "Oh." Sadhil got up as well. "So you are able to consider fucking a guy, do you? If he is feminine enough."

    "I am not a wicked homosexual. You may not care about what hole you get into, but I have standards."

    "That hurts. I thought I was your friend."

    The feigned pain and emotional disarray of the spy seemed to start working. Sadhil only need to push further. He sat back and put his hand against his heart, pulling his sight away from the Spaniard, and cracking his voice some. With a few blows of troubled breathing.

    "No, man... I...." They were both close as Juan just kneeled down to put his head on Sadhil's thighs. "Didn't mean to hurt you."

    Aaaand...! Another one that fell down the trap. Sadhil, you devil, you are lucky to have born with the gift of acting. The dark skinned hand of his confidently grabbed the fake blonde hair of Juan. The now sobbing man looked up at him.

    "You would do anything for me, would you, Juan...?"

    It was one of the weird times he didn't have the feel to record. Somehow, fucking and burning Juan's bum hole was more than enough to keep his head entertained for a couple of hours. And while he wanted to certainly make him pay for all the headaches, he had some consideration to use some lube to soften things up. Juan himself, had to convince himself about it, trying to remind how Sadhil had a skinny, almost feminine body to a part for his brain not to flagellate itself about how good it felt. That was probably the most shameful boner he ever had.

    If his uncle was alive, he would probably would have chewed on him on his best times. But as far as Lázár was more and more insane, probably he wouldn't have ever cared at all about it. Juan tried his best not to think about his messed up now head blown uncle. Images of a more feminine, hermaphrodite Sadhil being the one banging him up were what he could come up with the best of his imagination, but they were soon rewritten over and over with the real image of him.

    I refuse to believe that I am so hard in this situation. He thought, but the touch of the agile and way more experimented hands of his best friend were enough to pinch and poke on the right places, keeping his not very big cock from not falling flaccid. Both were quite silent, some of the uncomfortable sense of the moment still not defiled enough for them to enjoy to the fullest. Sadhil got closer and hugged him from the back as he still was opening his pucker.

    "Ahh...Hmm." Juan had to bite the pillow and bury his shame and pride together.

    "Hm. Are you okay? I can stop if you want."

    "No, it's fine...Keep going."

    Sadhil didn't need any other command and fucked Juan a bit harder, until both of them actually cum at the same time. Juan felt both his own semen spraying on the bed at same time of Sadhil's pulsating and covered dick did. When pulling it back, Sadhil took the condom off and threw it to the trash can at first try.

    "Was it good?" Unbothered, he took out a cigarette and lit it. "Do you want one?"

    "Yeah, I could use one." Juan took it and let it be lit by his friend. He was sweating profusely despite the cold. "So..."

    "Don't. Ruin. It." The cold black eyes pierced him. Juan smiled meekly.

    "It was good." He said. "Does this make me gay or how does that work."

    "You have always been a big faggot, you don't have to worry."

    "Fucking bastard."

***

    Emil was holding the backpack of Banan as she was getting her belongings ready for the trip. The plane was already set with the documents she needed for the reunion of the Division leaders in Iberia. One of the paperwork was a direct, strict petition for new members, the other to blow up the place if the intel leak cut operation ended up in failure.

    "So, you say you will also take care of the training?" The manager looked at him. He was even shorter than her. Like a tiny, slender toothpick easily cracked by a couple of willing fingers. "Why?"

    "I can do it! The more people on command the better, right?"

    "Well, I guess..." Banan looked away and saw his trip partner coming finally. "Sorry, but I have to go now. Do what you feel is better."

    Sadhil put his suitcase on the compartment and closed. He said nothing at Emil being there, and gestured elegantly towards the plane.

    "Shall we take the skies now? Don't want to get those suit monkeys waiting much. The earlier we are on their good side, the faster they will surrender to our needs, for their own benefit indeed." He even had the fashion sense to be topped with an elegant black fedora, and profusely bowed to Banan. "They won't leave the great spot of their beloved 17th die just like that if we speak directly to them, right?"

    "That should be the case." Banan adjusted her glasses. Then noticed George was also entering the hangar. "Please, get in, I will follow in a minute."

    Her steps quietly got closer to the agent, who was looking as worried as usual. She hated that, but of course, she was also concerned about way to many things about the plans that had been appointed that same day. But for the lives of everyone being on the line, she had to swallow her feelings of uneasiness. She came closer and George felt his cheeks becoming a mess of blush beneath the mask.

    "Take care out there. I heard Spain is on the peaceful side of the war, but..."

    "I will be okay, G." The manager smiled. "Tell me, is still Escape from New York your favorite movie?"

    "Well... There is this movie that released just before coming here called Die Hard I've been quite obsesed about too, but..." He scratched his nape. "I guess you are right still."

    "Hm. It's a relief. Please." She grabbed gently his big gloved hand. "Keep this place safe while I am away."

    "I... I will, sure." He would reciprocate and surrounded her smaller hands in his. "We will wait for you."

    The visage of Banan illuminated with a bright, wide smile, and she had to turn around and give her back so he would not notice she was about to shed some tears again. And that was the last they would speak. George looked around, and saw that Pujay was looking back at him. Only one hopeful nod. And the prankster spirit got to follow the plane, now crossing the cold skies of Turkey, as the blonde agent could only watch.

    "How long before we reach the Iberian Peninsula?" Sadhil asked, already seated, safely belted and with his helmet on.

    "Probably more than 6 hours in this coffee maker." Banan commented, and gave him a map and some novel that was around there. "Here, keep yourself entertained meanwhile."

    "Oh, better than commercial flights so far. How I am supposed to read with this thing on?"

    "Just don't bother me as I pilot."

    On the hangar, the lonely George stood, hoping for the best and that their mission was successful as well. So far in his own thoughts he was, he didn't even feel someone else had reached his side until he heard the sound of heavy breathtaking.

    "Make sure to come back in one pieceeeeee!!" Fanny shouted. "You hear meeeee!?"

    At that moment, Banan was glad to be far away. Yes, she was able to hear it somehow, as a phantom pain that reached to warn her.

    Don't worry, my dear rival. I will be back for a second round.You still owe me lots of reparation money.

    And Banan smiled, pulling the controllers further, with the plane crossing the now clear blue painting that covered the Anomaly.