Chapter 3

The heat was what approached their skin first as they got out the plane with so many other people as well. It looked like they were tourists. Gladly, there were not many people like it used to be at the airport. Probably because of the rumors.

"Remember not to get involved in political issues." Terrence reminded them as he walked as the head in the group walk towards the counter to permit their passports.

"Got it, commander." Hana and Madison said in unison meanwhile Erick just nodded. Well, no need to explain Skylar and Lauren's ignorance here.

They got their passports' permit done and went to where a guy called who looked purely excited to see them. "Welcome to my country!!"

"Are you by all mean, Kevin?"

"Yes, Kevin Korvan. Born here, dreams high and does little." His accent had finally joined the chat. "Call me Kevin freely, and I'm ordered to only accept commands from the commander who is..."

"That's this tough guy right here," Erick said with a sly smile while pointing at Terrence.

"Sure, I should have been able to guess that."

"So, are we just going to make ourselves heated under this bright sun?" Skylar asked, this time a little politely than she used to be.

"Yes, right! Get in my super gracious van!!" Kevin said excitedly and went to the driver seat. When everyone was ready, he smiled and then tapped on a switch that made every little fan at every corner opened. "Fresh air, no air cond."

"That's dusty air we get, Kevin." Erick, who sat in the middle of the second row, said while pointing at how 'polished' was his fans.

"Don't mind specks of dust. They will not make you tough people fall in sick."

"Just a little dust into the trachea, of course." Madison chipped in. She smiled. "No good. I do bring N98 to wear."

"Ah, lady. Save that for later." Lauren said, her face annoyed.

"Pretty good compared to my cells." Skylar smiled when she saw the traditional house. They were going to live in the faraway forest near wild lives. They were just 10 kilometers away from the circus.

"Yeah, looks nice. Feels like home." Lauren agreed. "Hey, young agent, can you pass me that torn bag of mine?"

Erick, who was zipping his bag, nodded and pulled the bag with light force, not expecting it to weigh like hell. "Gosh! What the hell did you put in this bag? Bricks?"

"Nah, just hard wares to prepare the bombs."

"How did it not get detected?"

"Young boy, I know you know about hack and jack."

"Oh."

Terrence offered Madison to carry her bag, but she shook her head and headed into the hostel pretty quickly.

Hana stepped beside him. "I wonder what makes her so quick. She looks like a woman who wants to piss her pants."

"I don't know, girl." Terrence just shrugged. "Better get well rested, team. Tomorrow's a big day."

Skylar nodded. "Don't command us too much tomorrow. Or, just me. I have been living in this world by doing everything myself." She said that pretty politely.

"Um, sure? Just do what's right." Terrence clapped his hands.

"Commander, I will head home. I will be here like scheduled, which is 9 AM tomorrow."

"Sure. Thanks, Kevin."

The young black boy smiled brightly.

"Damn, who's cooking? I can't cook shit." Skylar asked when she felt hunger dashing into her body system.

"Me neither," Erick added quietly. His hands were dancing on the computer's keyboard, typing codes that he will use the next day to break animals free.

"Madison, can you cook?" Skylar asked the woman who was arranging her stuff in a medical briefcase.

"Instant noodles? Yes." Madison grinned when she got a glare from the assassin.

"I heard Navy knows how to cook." Hana joined in. She sat next to Skylar.

Terrence, who got mentioned quickly, turned and raised his eyebrows. "I can cook for starved people because foods seem to taste always good when people are hungry."

"Your saying is not even necessary. Cook now, commander. Be a good leader, feeder, and father." Lauren, who walked behind him, pushed him slowly toward the kitchen.

"Don't eat me if the foods are not good."

"I am sure they will eat you if you insist on cooking instead, commander. I'd rather eat something healthier than just instant noodles tonight, though." Madison smiled, and when she got patted roughly by Skylar, who laughed, she flinched.

"Sure, I need someone to give me hands." Terrence looked at everyone. Everyone looked super except for Skylar and Lauren.

Lauren walked away quickly. "I am going to make sure my bombs are safe for those animals. Bye."

Skylar gulped and grinned. "I guess I am helping then."

"O'Kelly, I don't know how to chop freaking onions. You should let me chop that chicken so that I can imagine chopping a human to death." Skylar mumbled while trying hard to make sure she cut those onions in the same size.

"It's the easiest thing to do in the world. May make your hard steel heart shed some tears as well." Terrence smirked when he saw her scrubbing her sweaty face with her hand.

"Oh shit! My eyes! My freaking eyes!"

Terrence laughed hardly. Not even concerned to help the assassin to get her face washed.

"You are dead after this mission, commander. I promise you no more." She said and went to wash her face.

"Why? Haven't you tried cooking with your mum?"

Skylar flashed a glare at him. "I killed my mum."

Terrence was stunned. "Oh."

"I killed my dad, as well. So, shut the **** up and cook. I'm not helping you. I'll call that instant noodles doctor to come here and cut these onions with her sculptor." She wiped her hands and went out to call Madison, who just finished packing.

It was calmer after that.

"I heard what she said. You have triggered her sensitive stories." Madison said when she came, replacing Skylar spot of cutting onions. She managed to reduce those quickly and better. Maybe that's just what happens for a doctor that is too used to shaving people open.

"Didn't mean that. I will say sorry, though."

"I don't think she wants your apologies. She's ruthless when she killed her parents."

"You are right."

"Don't be too nice, commander. We aren't softies."

"Sure, doctor."

"Just Madison."

"Just Terrence then."

"Really? I will go with the commander. You are still the one for us to respect. Being a Navy is just something else. Involves life and death. It's just different, commander."

"Wow. That makes me touched. I will prep the chicken now." Terrence took all the garlic, onion, and chilies and used a plastic glove to rub those smashed spices onto the chicken.

"Anything else?"

"Hot up the microwave."

"Oh God, that looks so good." Hana came in with Erick. She smiled brightly while walking to the chicken to look closer.

"Why don't you add up some wine?" Erick asked with eyebrows rising.

"No, thanks. No good for health." Madison denied quickly.

"Erick put it into that steaming thing." Terrence went to the sink to wash his hands.

Erick just followed his order.

"Oh shit, didn't know we will feast tonight with one toasted chicken."

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