#bhsa

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(Also this takes place after Nexus leaves and before he’s picked up by D.Sun

“Jack, you ready to go?”

Sun set down his shot glass and grabbed his bag, tossing a few guns, mini-bombs, grenades, and close combat weapons into it.

“Almost!” Jack chugged the last of his apple cider and set it on the desk before following Sun into the ball pit.

Sun pressed a few buttons on his arm and sinking with Jack into the portal, not noticing the tiny robot following them through, and they’re in the target dimension. His employer said she wanted as little casualties as possible, so he had to keep this discreet.

The pair scaled up a few floors before sneaking through an open window, knocking the nearby guards out and entering the elevator. Jack sat down with his legs crossed on the floor of the elevator, chewing on a sponge while Sun scrolled through the family group chat. Lunar and Earth were out shopping and said they wouldn’t be home for a couple hours, so he didn’t have to worry about them for a while.

DING!

Sun took out his dagger and Jack unsheathed his knife-hands in preparation, but the floor was empty.

Too empty...

“Stay on guard...” Sun whispered as the two snuck over to her bedroom and pried open the door.

And there she was.

It’s always odd when his target looks like a family member. He always had to remind himself that this isn’t his sister. He shouldn’t feel anything towards her. And yet he hesitated.

That day Sun learned.

He learned to never hesitate again.

A flash of green shot out from his left, too fast for him to retaliate, and his back hit the floor with a hard thud.

His head spun, and he tried to shove his attacker off him, but he was stuck. And then there was a crunch.

A loud, painful crunch.

Sun yelled out in pain as he felt his arm being ripped off his torso, oil oozing out onto the carpet before the weight was lifted.

Jack pounced onto Monty, ripping into his chest and tearing at his wires and looking for his core.

Sun slowly stood up, his vision blurry and consciousness fading slowly.

Damnit Sun. You’ve survived worse, finish the job.

Sun’s shaking hand reached into his bag and pulled out his gun.

BANG

Sun’s vision finally begun to fade. He finally allowed himself to rest. The job was done.

Jack frantically pressed the buttons on his arm and they disappeared.

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DCA Model V.6

Rebooting...

Rebooting...

Rebooting...

Systems online

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Sun sat up groggily before being pushed down again by a mechanical arm.

“Stay still, Sunrise. We aren’t done with repairs yet.”

Repairs? Oh, he must have passed out again. He needs to start being more careful on these missions...

“Spainard, did we get the payment yet?”

“Payment from Earth 21-18-5-19 received. Repairs complete.

Sun sighed with relief and stretched before staring down at the sleeping Jack near the repair table. He paused for a second before picking him up and carrying him through the portal home.

Once Jack was tucked in and the cats were fed, he trudged up the stairs and was prepared to flop into his bed to charge, but there were already two new bounties on his bed.

Beacon Hills hadn't changed much from what she remembered. To a point where it was eerie, how could something be stamped in time just like that. The brunette ensured that refamiliarized herself with her former home before she headed to the Bureau, the new one. Her transfer couldn't have been approve sooner. "Mind updating me on what's been happening?" she asked pointedly, extending her hand to the person before her. "Agent Hale. Just transferred in from Albany." 

Anastasia had never been very good at making friends. Maybe it had something to do with not receiving a traditional education at a normal school where she could interact with children her age. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was one of the few young spies in training that was strictly a tool.

The other spies had powers for the offensive side of things. They could attack, be used to gain tangible advantages over enemies.

She wasn’t able to attack, not really. She could push someone to do something to themself or someone else, but that wasn’t an effective method when others could take out an army—she was mainly a tool.

She was always the questioner, the information gatherer. And she hadn’t minded being that person until stepping into the Beacon Hills bureau.

Now, sitting in the library, gathering information, it just… She clenched her fists and exhaled, pushing her chair out from under the desk and standing.

She walked to an adjacent bookshelf and replaced the book she had removed, then climbed the stairs to the second level.

Her finger danced along the spines of the books—some old, some new—and her finger stopped when she came to a volume entitled “International Catalog of Supernatural Bureaus and Affiliated Members". The book was modern.

‘Говно, Говно, Говно!’ She mentally curses and quickly finds the page of the Russian bureau.

An introduction on the history of the bureau is typed in neat letters that her eyes barely catch as she flicks the pages to the list of agents. On page 487, she finds her own eyes—Anastasia Krushev’s—staring back at her. Her heart almost stops as she reads down the page. They know everything. EVERYTHING.

‘Should I tear the page out? Then burn it?’ She thinks in a panic. ‘No, not unless I can rid the book of my name in the index and anywhere else it might be written.’

Gathering a stack of books on the topic of cockatrices, I began my research. Opening six books and laying them out in front of me on one of the massive desks, I began.

‘Nothing, nothing, nothing!’ My own aggravated voice chanted in my head. Twenty of the twenty-eight books I had picked said nothing worth anything about cockatrices.

It seems not long since I left the Russian bureau. I’ve settled in easily (in accordance with my training) and have been forming bonds with and learning about the agents and others here—learning facial expressions, habits, and personality traits.

The adjustment came quickly and I embraced the change.

Derek woke up with muscles aching and absolutely ravenous. Healing always took a lot out of him, and perhaps he should have stopped by the infirmary last night after all. But the nesting Freybug he'd come up against the night before hadn't put him in a mood to play nice and he'd craved sleep.

He looked around the room, painfully devoid of snacks and Derek momentarily damned his health regimen. A quick stretch, before slipping into the shower to clean up and soften the tension in his muscles. 

He pulled on a grey t-shirt and a pair of black office-slacks and started down to the sick bay for his compulsory check-up, stopping by the cafeteria to grab a sandwich or four. His phone buzzed letting him know that Erica had woken up, and he re-routed there instantly. He trusted the medical team here, he did, but he preferred to know in person.