Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Oct 5, 2014 8:29:09 GMT -8
588 WORDS Aoife O'Neill | he room was dark. Usually, at this hour, all the curtains were opened wide, allowing the morning sun warming the bed beside the window. But the bed itself now was cold, its pillows lined neatly. The closet besides it was empty, and so was the table, save for a laptop placed on top of it. It was the only source of light in the room, its flickering screen cast strange shadows on the wall. The woman who stood in front of the table had been standing motionless like a mannequin. Her stiff face showed no emotion, as if it was a leather mask instead of human skin. The glow from her laptop was reflected on her glasses, yet her brown eyes were fixed on the door instead of the device. From her body language, it looked like she was expecting someone to knock on the door. Her right arm was partly hidden under her jacket, her fingers were ready to pull a weapon out if it did happen. It was not even six in the morning, too early for anyone to visit her place. But the only guest who had come uninvited at this hour was, perhaps, the most dangerous man in London. She knew he was occupied as of now; she could imagine the shock and anger he felt this very second. And the woman was glad he was nowhere near her. Nesia Notonegoro's goal in joining the MI6 had been fulfilled - to bring down the mafia who had recruited her few years ago. Yet it did not mean she accomplished it without any sacrifice. The woman had broken rules - rules of the agents and the rules that she chose to govern her life. If she could, Nesia would have turned the time back and stop her past life from stupidly crossing the line. But, as the saying goes, the rice had turned into porridge and no one could undo it. Darkness engulfed her surroundings when the laptop shut itself down. The woman was not even bothered by the sudden loss of light. She simply smiled and put her laptop into a bag. A week ago, this place was full of her belongings: clothes, books and pictures. She had moved them all and cleaned the whole room, even taking out the lamp to erase her fingerprints which she left when she replaced it. Nesia knew sooner or later some people would check this place, looking for her. Now is the time for her to disappear. But there was another thing that she had to do: explaining to her superior in the MI6 about her activity. Last night she sent the data she had gathered to the police, and just now she sent it to the MI6. They would want to know from her directly. Five minutes later, Nesia locked her former apartment and left the building. All her past memories were gone; hidden from anyone's knowledge. For her, what mattered most was her future, which would be started by ending her mission. Yet her steps felt heavier the closer she got to the SIS Building. What would they say, once Nesia spilled her secrets to them? As her destination came into view, warmth began to leave her gloved fingers. Mr. Zwingli certainly would be angry, but it was Ms. O'Neill's anger that Nesia feared the most. But it's still too early for any of them to be here, she thought as she opened the door. I can just leave a note for them instead talking face-to-face... hopefully. |
LAIKA OF GS!
