T w e n t y S i x

W e  W i l l  S e e  Y o u  N o w

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[Y/I] = Your Initial. (As in eg. Agent 'W')

I gazed at the clock face on my wrist, pulling my head back to pan at my surroundings. With my hands rested at my side, I felt the bumps underneath the fitted pinstripe blazer I wore.

It had matched my trousers as well, cut at the ankle with a slimmed fit  so you could see the shoes I wore. It was the gift Lewis gave me fro Christmas; it made me force back a smile every time the sound of the heels clicked on the cement.

A black Jaguar car awaited in the car park of the complex, by where I lived. It was the busiest parts of the day, so hardly anyone began to be suspicious of the expensive car as I walked towards it, a brief case in my hand. The chauffeur climbed out of their seat, nodding with a slight bow before I thanked him and entered the car. 

It was graceful, but the case caught my foot, and I tucked my head quickly before I could hit the ceiling. Great start for a big day indeed.

The car journey to our first stop wasn't short. I had my eyes entailed onto the back of the front passenger's seat, simultaneously tapping the screen of my phone. 

The Latin words appeared from the sender;

{Unknown}: Target is arriving at the square. Please proceed.

I then texted back;

{Y/I}: Duty noted.

Taking another inhale, I took out my other phone and pressed the ID. The ringing echoed through my ears, expecting a confused voice answering it.

"Hello, who is this?" The voice cracked from the phone.

I then carefully spoke, my French accent slipping out. "Bonjour, Monsieur Turpin." With my shoulder, the phone balanced between my ears whilst I tracked the man's phone on the GPS. He was at the right spot, just at the right time.

"Um, who's this?"

"In ten seconds, a car will enter the square from the east side."

He paused, "Is it black? A Jaguar?"

I pulled down the phone and glanced over to the driver, telling him to pull over just by the square. The car halted to a soft jolt, and I peaked through the windows. A figure began to walk over, and I canceled the call and placed the phone back into my pocket.

As the door opened, I kept my eyes in front and let my fingers text back once more.

Target had been picked up.

"Good...morning? [Y/N]?"

"So you're probably wondering why we had you do this, Mark Turpin." I simply spoke, glancing back at the bearded man. I added with a wryly smile, "Protocols of course."

Turps' eyes blinked. He questioned, disbelieved. "Should I really trust you anymore, [Y/N]."

"If it makes it easier, Turps." I started, softening my voice. "We are protecting this country; not attacking it."

Turps glowered, "That doesn't make it any easier for me."

"And it's not going to make it easier for me to tell you." I swallowed, now looking at the front with my hands in my lap. At the corner of my vision, I watched Turps gaze outside - noticing how he hid his nerves.

Turps finally asked where we were heading; I only answered his question quickly, feeling myself relax once he gave up. I know Turps couldn't get any answers until we had got there, so I was glad that my boss seemed to understand the situation and followed my lead.

Half an hour later, the motorway disappeared once we took a junction and began driving across the fields. And once the glimpse of the manor house appeared, the chauffeur pressed the special blinds. Soon, I watched Turps widen his eyes as the windows became blurred and the gap between the front and back caved into rising wall.

He looked back, raised an eyebrow and I returned a side-smile at him in amusement. I thought that Turps enjoyed the odd feeling of being in a spy movie - which I had been living in for most of my life.

The car began to dip down, slowly rolling towards our destination until the driver turned around and opened the blinds once more, revealing a large underground garage with parked cars that could may cost the whole revenue of Turp's company.

Turps's face made me quickly answer his dying question.

"Yes, all for safety precautions." Speaking quickly. "Your phone will be monitored for any chances of you using it during your visit." He slid out of the car with me and I walked on suit, thanking the driver.

I had been to this compound before, and it took me a week to memorize the rooms, access ways and even ventilation panels. This was where I used to report back to, when I had moved to the West for internal missions. It was when I even met George...

Anyhow, we both got to the steel doors, taking a step to the side of the holographic board next to the doors. The graphed screen on the wall began to buzz, letting me scan my eye and hearing the suction sound of the sliding doors.

"Come this way," I gestured him and he complied and trotted beside me into the lift. I then eyes my watch to check the time.

'Shit', a bit behind schedule.

I muttered and gazed up, hiding the annoyance on my face from Turps before he could joke about it. "He better be fucking there..."

"Who is?" Turps' voice snapped me from my thoughts.

I blinked back, seeing the doors slide open right in time. "Oh." I explained. "The person who we will be speaking to. Right this way, Mr Turpin."

"Should I call you anything?"

I turned back, pondered for a bit before I smiled. "Just [Y/N] will be fine. It's just...I can't be calling you...you know." Giving back a wink, Turps made me rethink of who I was going to be dealing with.

Well...I hadn't expected him to come up and ask me.

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One Week Ago - YogTowers

It had been after their Dad Decks stream, which I still monitored. Majority of the office was quiet since most had gone home. The only people left had been the editors, Tom and Harry. Sips had logged off, who had now gone back to Jersey after spending a week in Bristol.

Sips had been staying with Lewis then, who began to look odd ever since I was about to ask him about certain things. These were like streams, Project Ozone or the Games Night channel. Even to my dismay, he flustered out when I asked if he would like to meet up on Saturdays again. Heck, I asked if even wanted to have tea.

Then the warm feeling inside my stomach deflated, and it made me frown whenever he tried to dodge me whenever it was lunch or heading out in the evening.

Maybe he found out...

I shook out the cold thought, gulping as my heart skipped a beat. Lewis couldn't have known. He doesn't know me...well not enough to draw all the dots together and discover that he's been friends with a-

Okay...I should shut up at about now.

And entirely breaking my own fourth wall.

The first thing I did was did some research, and the psychology books couldn't explain anything to his sudden change. Then Tom found out, when I was helping his sort out some cameras with Harry in the streaming room. His answer had been a bit vague, mostly saying that Lewis wasn't even acting strange.

I sat in the monitoring room, irritated when George hadn't replied to my texts. He was probably recording with Jordan and Nick.

"Knock, knock, knock."  I turned around and grinned tiredly at Turps, who swooped in. He had been such a try-hard tonight, winning quite a lot in comparison to Sips.

I waved. "Someone's very smug."

"Well, just because this guy-" He pointed at his chest. "Just won all night!"

Sighing, I let a small chuckle before beginning to turn off most of the equipment off. I let my feet tap on the floor, discussing to Turps about newer expansions to the game as I did so. He even mentioned that I could be guest player one time, and I thanked him and told Turps I'll be keeping the offer.

However, he then blurted out something I had wished to be more prepared.

"Say, um...[Y/N]." Turps began. "[Y/N]. I know you've been with the Yogscast for almost a year. Well, it's just been a bit odd...that something seemed to be happening."

I joked, whilst I hid my jerk of my hand from the wire. "It hasn't been a good year, honestly. Nothing all but a bit of bad luck, really-"

"Yeah," He trailed. "But you seem so closed off. I mean, you talk with everyone: and everyone seems to get along with you. And even I think, you're a great addition to the Yogscast."

Silent, I glanced towards Turps, who looked quite passive in his face. But his eyes seemed to linger too long at me, suspicions arising.

"You can tell us, [Y/N]"

I raised an eyebrow, "Tell you what, Turps? Nothing seems to be the matter here."

"Well," Turps now glared. "You obviously have something with Lewis. Tell me about that?"

Calmly, I replied, "Even I do not know what is going on with him. He's been ignoring me for a week."

"Yeah, when Sips got here." Turps strongly added. "How do you know him?"

I shrugged, "We have before. At a convention." This wasn't going anywhere, and I knew then that Turps wasn't going to let this pass through unless he knew eventually.

And even then, he was my boss: and had some sort of rights of knowing my circumstances.

"Then what is this."

My heart stopped.

Held in hand, was the necklace. The USB dangling on the chain.

My breath hitched and I tightly said, "Where did you find that?"

"Not until you tell me who the fuck you really are." His nostrils flared and his eyes appeared to burning with emotions. Anger and betrayal.

I had just lost his trust. So I said, "I'm not here for you or any of the Yogscast."

"Then." His voice very quiet. "Tell me."

Letting my hands fall and let them tap on the side of my legs, I stared at him - still unaffected by his anger falling through his demeanor. "It is not a light subject, Turps. And if you would like to know: you cannot back down."

"And if I do agree?" He spoke with a hoarse voice, making it seem he held back his anger with flared nostrils.

I paused."Then I will be informing you then."

Soon after that, I left him without having to answer anymore of his questions.

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"As an introductory greeting to our compound: welcome." Tilting my head around, I smiled back at my friend and continued. "We are the British Intelligence."

Turps gave a passive expression, still looking a bit tensed as I opened the door and had him walk through. 

There, I heard my uncle muttering on the screen patched on the right wall, listening through some mission an agent had gone through. He knew very well that the two of us got in, she he thanked the man over the screen and pressed the call button shut.

I proceeded to walk over, head straight up with an amused face once I noticed his dark under eyes - or in fact that a part of his neck looked slightly purple.

Will gazed up at us. "You're late."

"And how did the date go?" I eyed him.

He dusted his blazer and began to saunter over to the glass desk, ignoring my question and gesturing for us.

"Mr Turpin. Please, have a seat if you will." He gestured for us to sit whilst Turps obliged, shaking my uncle's hand cautiously before setting himself on one of the two leather chairs that stood in front of his desk.

Dropping the brief case to my side, my hands fell to my lap before I could sit down. I watched Will ponder for a while, glancing back at me for a few moments before shutting his eyes. If this hand't made me face palm, it was incredibly looking to becoming e a typical sitcom.

Uncle started, "Obviously we came here in unfortunate circumstances." I felt his gaze at mine but I continued to stay quiet. "One of our former agents was discovered by you."

"Former?" Turps glanced at me and I nodded.

"I am somewhat a consultant," I explained. "I was in service for six years until I chose to retire and become what I am today."

Will hummed, "Yes, and in those circumstances; we still consider [Y/F/N] undercover."

"To my company," Turps blandly said.

I eyed him, "Not your company."

Will gave me a knowing look and I quietened down.

"I was just very cautious." Turps took a breath after he began his explanation. "And when I hired [Y/N] and George, I didn't expect things to go differently. I thought it was just me who suspected it."

I carefully tread at my words. "You didn't suspect." Turps flicked back to me once I glanced back - forcing myself to hold my emotions. "I needed someone - who I can trust."

'But it wasn't supposed to be you.' I said.

"What."

"Mark, you saw what happened." I recollected the memory. The face of 'Susan' in my head. "With what happened that night, I'll be under foreign radar."

Turps furrowed his eyebrows, "So what am I in this."

"Because we-" Uncle interrupted. "-need someone within her job to watch out for her when she will be needed by us. It'll be able to make it easier for your company's sake to deal with the issue."

"Oh. Okay." Turps stiffly replied. "What are the conditions?"

Uncle nodded back. "It will be quite simple."

Bringing up the brief case, I unlocked it and placed down a set of papers on the desk. I noticed Turps glance over, reading it from a distance as I explained the terms and conditions.

"It's not hard." I told as I passed them over to him, ignoring the shakiness of my fingers "It covers a witness protection programme to you and your family if I found out by a third party. You are entitled to lose the job as an alias to me at any moment. But..."

"But what?" Turps questioned.

"Agent [Y/I] will have to disappear for a while." Uncle informed, and I can feel myself tuck into and clench at my fingers - though my eyes kept themselves gazing at Turps.

He suddenly shot up at my face, the colour draining from him as he swallowed. "She won't be allowed to..."

"Yes." I admitted. "It's the first time I've...applied for a job that wasn't with government surveillance, so with a business company that is so public online: agencies can trace my alliance to you..."

The room turned silent, or I thought it had been until I heard a cough.

"Is that what happened at Christmas?" He asked, and I noticed his slight concern in his voice. "Did you get shot on purpose or-

"No, I miscalculated." I honestly said, mentally inhaling in relief. It would have been harder to have kept that if Turps hadn't asked. And now: I felt almost relieved to say the truth.

"And caused our alibi to disappear." Uncle blandly changed the mood of the room, with a single click. "Thinking well enough that she had died on the scene, we had the newspapers hide the truth of the real threats. And Ms. [Y/N] is now safe...for now."

"And not safe until the other agency is caught." I rolled my eyes. "So meanwhile, since my name hasn't changed in a while. I am planning to do so before we head to public's eye."

"You can always go for your nicknames," Turps suggested.

I retorted. "Even if I can change names, the public won't realise who I am."

There was an underlining pause, until the elder man behind the desk, propped his hands on the surface and slid a large sheet of paper. I stared down, and the panting feeling in my chest lowered.

Turps beside me saw it as well, who glanced at the two of us with worried looks. "Is there something wrong?"

I heaved another breath, letting my uncle ask politely for Turps to leave the room. 

Watching the man in front of the desk stack up the last papers, my body kept rigid once Turps excused himself out of the room - sensing his quick and uttered footsteps on the black marbled floor. A gust of wind fluttered as I felt the force against my neck. It was there I clenched my hands and stared a him.

Right in front of me, was a resignation letter.

My resignation letter.

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"[Y/N]-"

"-I get it," I butted in, gritting my teeth behind my lips. My uncle looked back, and at this moment - his face was merely an open book to me. "But why?"

There was a quick cease, letting Will compose himself.He explained to me what he had intended for my resignation. Saying that the Council had been debating this for over the past two months whilst I had been in hospital. He even added that I could now receive benefits for it.

He started, "This compensation can benefit you with your life, [Y/N]. That is why I have pulled in some of these favours..."

"And a few is what? A plan that these agencies though I didn't exist and thought this was play?" A bit bolder, I snapped. "I am not a child anymore, Will!"

"It is better this way, [Y/N]." In my chest, I felt a pang Uncle's cold voice echoed. "You won't be any danger. Not with this protection programme."

"Better for them."

"And better for all of us," Sternly snapping, he caught my eyes and I was at the brink of making my hands go completely white. "I won't have my agent recklessly go in get herself killed."

'Remember. Don't have your heart rule your head, [Y/N]...Tut tut. Aren't you a naughty one?' Darker Me teased.

Though in my heart, I knew this was wrong. This feeling was very familiar when my mother visited me. However, this was raw. And I could feel it right on the surface - trailing along on my skin like nails, slowly digging onto my skin and right through my heart.

The voice in my head added, 'That heart of yours hasn't been working very well, always ignored and always forgotten.'

My mind was not prepared, it was very clear when I then said stiffly, "Yes. Having a Russian assassin running around is brilliant! She's after my father's work and not to add but: don't we have my manager under surveillance?"

"They will be dealt with," Will informed, trying to gaze at the papers in my desk rather than at my eyes. "And for the foreseeable future: you can continued with you new job..."

"My new job?!"

Finally, I slammed my fist at the desk - causing the top of the stack of papers to dent at my force. There was a mixture of emotions that built up at my voice. 

Frantically, I said, "I can't go on with this! Feeling safe, thinking I have this network that I can rely on! You know no one trusts me! No one ever did!"

"[Y/N]-"

"Why?" I questioned, my eyes brimming with tears. I whispered back, watching his facade fall so suddenly. "You know I can't leave. He will always follow me..."

Uncle stifled a cough, "[Y/N]..."

"Don't." I pulled back my chair, and snatched up the papers with my hands. "If you want me to retire, I will do it. I-I'll follow Council's orders. In one condition."

He hoarsely replied, "[Y/N]...what then?"

For the final time, I looked at him at the face. But I was too tired to glare. So I took a deep breath and composed myself - whispering something that came out too painful - even for myself to hear.

"If you had enough of me: I suggest to stop trying to care."

Clicking my shoes, I forced myself keep my shaking body to show and carefully exited the office.

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Turps and I didn't speak on the way back to Bristol.

I hoped it had been because of Turps' situation with me rather than what just happened. And I couldn't even bring myself to talk about it. By the time the driver entered my apartment complex, I looked at my fingers before I glanced back at the bearded man. Luckily, he saw my face and I met a passive one.

I asked him if he wanted to have something to eat at mine and George's before he left for his weekend with his family. It was only Saturday, and Turps looked quite casual and not as stressed by the lack of moments he had looked on his phone.

Nodding, my lips curled to a side smile and we both thanked the driver as we got out. It only turned by the afternoon, so I had at least couple of hours with the CEO.

We hopped up the stairs, telling him about the apartment and I ushered him inside. I had hoped Katie and Trott weren't in.

"Sorry, but I had to." I bit my lip. "Katie and Trott don't know I'll be here. They think I'm away for the weekend at George's family."

As he took his coat off, Turps replied, "Understandable."

"I'll try and make a nice quick curry," I told him as we got to the kitchen and began taking down the ingredients from the fridge, letting Turps hung behind. "Have a seat, Turps. We can discuss in details about your new profound postition."

So that's what we had done. Whilst I prepared and cooked, Turps had gotten out the folder with all the regulation details and began reading about the protection program. Multitasking wasn't an issue for me, as I passed behind his shoulder and pointed out some things that the his first letter provided him.

He then said, "Hey, I guess I'm 'babysitting' you."

"Say that again," He earned a deadpan look from me. "I'm telling Sjin that you've been hiding his Frozen Trump cards in the office."

"How did you know I hid them, hmm?" Turps teased, and thanked me when I poured a glass of water and gave him his. "I mean...I think Tom was pretty insistent in using it for his-"

"Okay!" I loudly interrupted, sending raising eyebrows at the man before frying the onions and garlic in the saucepan. Why was I cooking? I'm a terrible cook. "Change the subject. Wait. Help me with this will you?"

Hearing the squeal of the chair moving, I sensed Turps' presence beside me and took over whilst I began dicing the chicken. He tutted at my cooking, and the only reply he got was my rolling eyes and constant flicker of unimpressed looks back at him. Depsite all the things I could do, cooking was the last resort I can master.

Once the curry was cooked, I placed a portion for the two of us in each plate and we sat and began going over the terms and conditions. Turps took the information in quite quickly, and I immediately knew I was pleased at choosing him as my close witness.

"What are your plans, then?" He asked.

I swallowed the foot in my mouth and replied, "I don't know." 

But then I added, "It's so odd: to have to realise that there is a potentiality...that I can settle down, you know."

Humming, Turps answered. "I know - that I'm suppose to only make sure your not caught by public eyes. I'm not sure, if I'm the right person for you to discuss these things with me."

'No, you weren't.' I said to myself. 'You were just there in the wrong time and place.'

"Well-" I started, gazing out from his eyes and focused on the shelving of books and trinkets. "I can't really talk it to George. And Lewis' sister is half way across the world. Katie and Trott - I like them, but it needed to be someone who had authority if I was away - or something happened."

"No - I mean..." Releasing a shake on his head, I turned to him in confusion. Turps spoke, "I mean your personal talks, or subject."

Oh.

Turps chuckled, "Yeah."

Despite my peachy cheeks, I answered his question. It was not that I hadn't wanted Turps to know every single speckle of me. I told him that I wouldn't want him to have a heavy burden in his heart unless it would be vital. 

"What do you mean, personal?" I tilted my head. "In what context do you mean."

"So like - why tell me about your thoughts?"

"What's so bad about my thoughts?"

"For such a genius: you can be pretty thick."

"I'm flattered," I grumbled, sticking another spoon of rice in my mouth. After a swallow, I tried to then answer. "But to answer your dying question. I guess I never say things so personal about myself because no one asks."

He gave me a sincere nod, returning back to his plate. But I didn't concentrate well with him, most of my mind dozed at the question the CEO had just asked. And it did stump me within my head - why I never...well rarely spoke about myself or my thoughts.

I've always kept them to myself, and it's been pretty alright. Maybe things such as opinions of ideas, events, people are debatable to discuss, and yet I've never spoken about myself. From time to time I do, but it's always been diverted. However, it has been easier to say my thoughts out loud ever since the move to Bristol.

An hour passed, and it seemed once we got the plates cleaned and washed - Turps was already bursting out from the front door. I chuckled at his mimicked voice of a character that somehow sneered majority of the time and I gave him a quick hug.

Turps looked at me with a faint smile. "You take care of yourself, [Y/N]."

"You know I've already have a surrogate dad," I cheekily replied.

Releasing a fake gasp, he said, "And who is this?"

"His name's Chris." Slowly, a grin formed. "And...some people know him as Sips..."

When the name slipped off my mouth, he gave a shocked/surprised look before shaking his head and chuckled. He needed to know anyways, so there wasn't any harm on slipping my safe house keeper to him. Though with another wave, Turps tucked the folder under his arm and I caught him disappear from the door.

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A/N: So Turps Knows! And hell yeah he's gonna be a key character in the story. Having to now look out for her when she's gone, I love that the two didn't really get on well at the beginning. There was a bit of tension, but since there's now some understanding - she now has this second fatherly figure.

But with Will and her? Hmm: how's that going to turn out?

Hope you guys enjoyed reading :)

-SierraOwls