Saying that Lance was exhausted was an understatement. He could barely keep his eyes open and he was extremely drowsy. Leaning into his beta friend, Hunk, he let out a frustrated moan.

Hunk wrapped an arm around the Omega as the bus began to move, making Lance shift in discomfort. The Samoan teen sighed, running fingers through his hair. "What's wrong?" He asked the blue-eyed boy.

"It's nada... nothing." He corrected quickly. "Just tired." He mumbled slightly. He also thought that his heat was coming soon. Lance was a touchy person, yes, but he did have a sense of personal space.

"Well, you're almost home." Hunk reassured, a slight smile curling on his lips as he tried to reassure his best friend.

Lance grunted softly. He still needed to go to ballet class and then he had training with Izzy, Dom, and the head of their Institute, Violet Space Snart. He was a bit apprehensive, training with someone from a higher level.

Besides that, he was terrible at close range fighting. Well, he was better than the average person but bad in terms of an assassin. It frustrated him to no end.

"I know." He mumbled, nuzzling Hunk's arm. "But I still need things to do."

Hunk hummed in realization. "Then sleep. I'll wake you up at our stop." He reassured, hands playing with the Omega's silky hair.

Lance let out a content groan. He let his eyes flutter close. "Thank you, Hunky Monkey." He muttered, closing his eyes and letting a flood of sleep drown him.

It was as refreshing as it always was. When Hunk gently shook him away, he was bursting with energy. He beamed and grinned as he hopped off the bus, the Samoan teenager following the Cuban's trails.

Hunk opened his mouth then shut it, deciding against his question. Unfortunately, for him, Lance caught him and forced him to, according to him, "Spill the tea."

Hunk let a sigh escape his lips as he smiled at his friend. "Who dropped you off yesterday? It was really late. What were you doing?" He asked.

Lance tensed for just a second, before shrugging. "Oh. That was just Izzy and Dom. They were visiting me and we just went to hang out." He replied as casually as possible.

Hunk nodded slowly. "Oh... alright. It's just the guy was pretty attractive and looked very strong... I thought you were on a date or got in trouble." He said softly. "What did you guys do?"

Lance cleared his throat before replying, "We went to a party they were invited to. They had a plus one."

"Ah, that's nice."

"Yeah"

Lance almost let out a sigh of relief when his house came to view. He leaned in to hug Hunk and pressed a friendly kiss to his cheek. "Bye, Hunky Monkey." He breathes before rushing into his home.

Unlike the night before, the residence was buzzing with activities. With Louis and his wife, Lisa feeding their little Sofia, Rachel, and Marco giggling as they played with the cards of their mamá, Nadia, and Sylvo racing each other as they did their best to avoid furniture, Mamá screaming at everyone to keep it down as she and his grandmother watched a telenovela. His grandfather was in the kitchen, happily stirring a pot of Caldo de res. Veronica was at his side, inhaling the intoxicating scent as she did her best to focus on agency projects and school homework.

Lance smiled at his loud family, coming over to greet them one by one with chuckles and sloppy kisses.

Soon after he raced upstairs and scribbled on homework assignments. They were fairly easy to answer and finished at a good time. He locked his door and changed into his ballet leotard and those long pants that defined his leg muscles. He also wore his ballet shoes under his warm-up boots. He stuffed some shorts, a loose tank top, combat boots, a small dagger, and a gun in his bag.

"¡Lancito! ¿Quieres comer?" Ronnie's voice was heard from downstairs.

Lance thought for a moment. "¡Sí, por favor!" He shouted back, in hopes that she would be able to hear her before slinging his bag over his shoulder and racing down the stairs. The sixteen-year-old omega practically drooled at the sight of the bowls of Caldo placed in front of each open seat.

Everyone came and raced to a seat. "Gracias, Abuelo." They said with gleaming eyes.

Lance felt a small smile lift the corners of his lips. He quickly ate before jumping into his mother's passenger seat with a few of his family members following along for their own extracurricular activities.

Rachel, his hyper beta sister, had her fútbol practice, or as Americans called it, soccer practice (seriously, Lance did not understand their need to call in something that made no sense!)

Marco, his fellow feisty omega brother, was the captain of the baseball team for his current school. (Since he had a mission of his own there)

Nadia, his little brave alpha niece, had hip-hop practice along with her shy beta brother, Sylvio. It was originally to boost their confidence, but it had now become a hobby.

Finally, his mamá came racing into the car. "¡Vamonos!" She exclaimed.

Rosita Sanchez McClain was the determined omega that kept their family together. Everyone was scared of her and respected her. Despite being an omega, she was the boss of their house. She always had that authority, even before papá left them. But after the drama of their father leaving, she stepped up and now you can mistake her for an overprotective alpha!

Lance let out a happy sigh. He loved the life he was living.

**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**

Lance hated life right now. Ballet class had them use weights in their pirouettes and situps. Now Lances was sore and his muscles were burning all over.

"Dios Mio." He huffed, leaning against the wall, Izzy patting his head sympathetically as soon as she arrived.

"Come on. Get up. You can change over there. Dom is waiting outside." She said softly.

The Cuban just grunted, slipping on his warm-up boots and stood up, following Izzy to the familiar White Mercedes.

Dom's head of golden locks sparkled in the front seat, tapping at the wheel as Lance and Izzy piled in the back seats, much like the night before. The two omegas made sure to be in contact with each other, their hand intertwined with one another. Their Alpha smiled at his mini pack's arrival.

"You two ready?" He asked playfully, his blue eyes sparkling in happiness as he glanced over at the sweet-smelling omegas.

Lance and Izzy grinned at him and nodded enthusiastically, despite the dread and exhaustion they were feeling.

The drive was short and full of music soothing the tension that encouraged Lance to relax and close his blue eyes. He inhaled scents of his small team. Izzy's minty scent and Dom's cinnamon-like aroma.

Once they arrived, they made a beeline to the lockers and all scurried in together. They stripped from their clothes and slipped into their training clothes. For Lance, it was workout shorts that cling onto his skin and the tank top he brought. They would have to fight in odd clothes anyways so the agency didn't have a problem with what they wore to their training.

Dom wore a t-shirt with some gym shorts, seeing as he wasn't sure what to wear. He just settled with what he first grabbed. And he knew that Lance and Izzy would immediately notice it.

Isabelle, on the other hand, was much more prepares. She wore black leggings and a navy blue sports bra and a see-through tank top, topped off with her black tennis shoes.

They all rushed out, glancing at the clock. It would be five minutes before Mrs. Snart would walk in. So they started to warm up. Dom with sit-ups, hands overhead. Izzy with her foot up on a stool as she slid down into the splits. Lance decided to start by bending back into a backbend and kick over, swiping at an imaginary enemy.

Izzy joined him afterward, both omegas enjoying their talent in acrobatics. "We should train more with aerial silks." She suggested, closing in on him.

Lance hummed in agreement, dodging an attack. "Yeah, that was really fun." He beamed brightly, kicking at her legs, in an attempt to knock her out of balance.

But Isabelle was far too smart. She jumped him to avoid his long legs and kicked him with a foot on his stomach.

Lance grunted as he stepped back, going into defense to dodge Izzy's smart attack moves. In his defense, she's been doing this for much longer than he had.

"You're improving, Lance McClain." A voice chimed in and Lance was distracted for just a moment, giving Izzy the opportunity to tackle him to the ground.

Lance huffed at the impact and reached for her wrists, capturing them in his hold. Izzy hissed, using this as an advantage as she hauled herself on his shoulders, flipping him over herself, capturing his body underneath hers.

Izzy gave him a lazy grin. "I won. But that was good!" She complimented him, patting his shoulder as she helped him up.

Lance groaned and rolled his eyes. "You're telling me." He replied.

"Agents, McClain, Lightlands." Violet Space was suddenly in front of them, Dom at her side. "That was good. But we have a few suggestions."

The woman was fairly kind and tough, but she was still pretty intimidating. And her constructive criticism was helpful but very straightforward. She was beautiful too. She had frizzy blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. She was short, with a small lean build. She had soft features with pink lips and freckles dotting her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose.

"First off, Lance, you would have won the fight if you pinned down Izzy to the ground it would have left no room for her to escape. Izzy, you could have just flipped him over yourself. It would have startled his a whole lot more." Dom explained, their officer nodding in agreement.

"Other than that, you have been improving tremendously. I'm proud of your group." Violet said softly. "Now let's get started."

The trainees grinned as they started the training process.

**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**

They were all panting and drenched in sweat by the end of their designated training time. Their muscles burned and ached, screaming in protest at the slightest movement.

Lance whipped the sweat dripping down his forehead and down his cupid's bow.

"Dismissed," Violet grunted out, tanned skin shimmering slightly. "Except for Lance... We have a solo mission for you."

She said it with a slight smile, pride flickering in her stormy grey eyes as she led him to her office. It was relatively clean other than the overwhelming amount of sticky notes pressed against her desk and walls.

She skirred behind her desk and plopped down, crossing her legs. She leaned in on her desk, typing in her password on her computer. The silence wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't completely awkward. It was just... There.

She beamed up at him, pushing her computer to the side and repositioning her sticky notes so they wouldn't bother her.

"As you just heard, we have a solo mission for you. I'd like to discuss some of the details before you leave and get sent off." The woman explains, stormy grey eyes meeting blue ones.

She slid a folder towards him. Lance opened it up to reveal many documents. Some didn't even begin to match up. There were ones full of information about an omega man named Adam Wells and his alpha brother, Leroy Wells. Others were on the disappearance of the crew members of the Kerberos Mission, which were: Takashi Shirogane (alpha), Samuel Holt (beta), and his son, Matthew Holt (beta). It gave details of the ship's parts and their last time of communication.

The only connections that Lance could make out are that the Garrison has to do with both and Shirogane and M. Holt were courting A. Wells. Lance glanced up at Violet, surprised to see the woman looking at him so fondly and full of anticipation.

"I'm proud of you, Lance." She started, voice soft and patient. The beta reminded Lance of a mother, full of care and wisdom. "Luke said that he wanted to give you two objectives; One was to capture Adam Wells and use him as bait to lure in his brother. According to our informational scout, Leroy has a soft spot for his older omega brother. We'll keep him safe." She reassured quickly at the look of concern on the omega's face.

Lance nodded, face hot with embarrassment and pride. "What about the other one?" He asked, glancing at the files once more.

"That one is a little bit more complicated. This mission is an assassin assignment. We've decided that the best way to avoid any more deaths in space, is to kill the commanders. We're doing this to circumvent the future death count probabilities."

Lance felt his heart race rapidly in his chest as his head spun with possible scenarios. "Who would I be killing?" He asked, almost timidly.

Violet pursed her lips before taking a deep breath. "Commander Iverson and Admiral Sandra."

Lance took in a deep breath. "Alright." He couldn't help, but be convinced. "When do I begin?" He asked with a grimace

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A/N: hi!! sorry for taking so long! I really tried hard on this chapter and did a little more planning for future plot! besides that, I'm a bit busy and I'm trying my best, but I'm also helping my friend write a bit of her book, so I'm kinda stressed! hope you have an amazing day! and yes... I have started on chapter 3, don't worry!

byyee!! <33