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#3 - Ross Lynch

The tension was almost easy to taste, it felt like a tight scarf around my neck. We had all just came from different missions, some of us intact, some of us with broken bones.

I drummed my hands on the table nervously as the Executives looked at our files, assessed our jobs and physical & mental wellbeing.

This one blonde girl I had never seen around was speaking, and everybody was interacting with her but Ross & I. And that was for two reasons.

I'm the rookie here, I have just came from Russia after deactivating my first ever bomb (in life or death circumstances) and was exhausted, probably looking a right mess in my clothes from yesterday. All I could wish for is a shower, a bed and a hot meal.

Ross was already master at this. I got told about him during my initiation exams, about how professional he was. Some even dared to rumour he literally had no emotions, but he looked pained at the sound of the girls voice. Currently he sat staring at her, well, glaring.

Another thing working for him was the fact he was hotter than the Sun x45.

A man in his mid 30's- David, as I came to know- cleared his throat and chatter stopped. I even managed to draw myself from the mess my brain was.

"So, 18-22 category" he addressed us. "We have finished looking at your profiles, now we need you to partner up for your next mission which I will inform you about tomorrow via an email. Tonight and tomorrow, you're travelling and resting"

The blonde girl lunged towards Ross but he turned around. I remained seated watching the others chatting and linking to symbolise they were a pair.

"..ah I see everybody- oh no wait!" David exclaimed. "Grace doesn't have a partner, neither does Fiona!"

I noticed David was speaking to Ross. He looked from Fiona to me, a shiver sent down my spine. I held my breath as he walked to me, analysing me as he got closer.

With his index finger and thumb, he turned my jaw gently. I couldn't avoid but to hold eye contact. It was like his eyes lured him to you.

"What happened to your cheek?" He asked in a low voice.

There is someone after me and they are killing people to get to me, only last night they decided to attack me. "I fell"

"Okay" he stepped back. His voice suddenly became louder and I flinched. "I'll take Grace"

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