Chapter 1
Love's POV

 

Once a long time ago, my name was Jose Vargas. It wasn't anymore though.

"You like that? Hasim?" the man asked.
That was just my name for today.
I put the anal beads up his ass a little further. Truth was this was turning me on a little. No that was a lie. This was turning me on a lot. He moaned in satisfaction as one bead went in his ass. Then he moaned even louder as another bead went into his ass. He was loving it. He was really having the time of his life.
He was a general. We weren't in America though. We were in the middle east in a part of Iran. I found this Middle Eastern guy sexy as hell. 6'2". He was handsome. He had to be about 30 years old or something like that. He had that tan skin and his ass was smooth and brown. I loved every part of it. There was something about dominating someone who should have been the dominator that turned me on. I loved aggressive, strong men and this man took the cake. He was EXACTLY that.
"I didn't think I would."
"I want to fuck you."
"I usually don't do that..."
I had my heaviest fake middle eastern accent on. I could pass really for Middle Eastern but was I Middle Eastern? No. I was Spanish. I was raised in Puerto Rico.
"You should let me do that though..." I told him, "Just for me..."
Other parts were business but this was pleasure.
"Ok..."
I saw him at that moment bend over. He leaned over in front of me. He spread his ass cheeks apart. He had FAT ass. I was surprised. I had fucked a lot of black guys in my time and usually they had the fat asses. This middle eastern guy took the cake...literally. I could feel my dick get hard. We had been rolling around naked for hours. It was beyond the moment that we were ready to fuck.
All of a sudden there was a bang on the front door right when I was about to go balls deeps into his fat ass.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked, "Who is it!"
"General, GENERAL!"
Panic.
Not good.
The door came open but not before I flipped over the general. Men ran in the rooms with guns but not before I managed to do a split, quickly reach under the bed and pull out my gun from underneath it.
There was chaos. These men were screaming in a different language. I knew parts of the language but not all of it. I could hear the anger in their voices. The parts that I could make out were shoot, shoot, shoot. I pressed my gun closer to the general's head.

So it's a long story to describe how I had ended up in this compromising position with my balls hanging over a general who had a gun pressed into his temple while 20 armed gunmen were surrounding me. Yes. There were 20 on them. I figured maybe this would be the day that I died. I figured that today would be the day that I was going to just die. I had been 'dating' the general for a week now. We had sex a lot of the time. Most of the time I was just trying to get close to him.
I had to admit he was sexy but to be honest with you there was someone else that I was in love with and that person was way sexier.
The men were panicking. One of them looked like he would do something crazy. His right index finger was twitching. They were panicking because I had their general on the ground. It was a crazy way to start a story but I guess crazy shit happened in the line of work that I was in.
"What's going on?" General asked and then screamed out at the top of his lungs, "What is the MEANING OF THIS?"
"We got an anonymous email," one of the guards said, "This man. He isn't who he says he is..."
Anonymous email? Someone had blown my cover. But that was impossible. I didn't have the luxury to even think about that right now though. I did have 20 guns pointing at me. The only thing that kept me away from me and an early grave was this general. The general was cute. It was such a shame my cover had to be blown before I could feel that warm ass of his.
I looked at the armed men. They were panicking even more. That wasn't my character even though. Hell no. I was actually smiling at this point.
"Hasim?" the general asked me.
I pressed the gun harder on his temple, "I'm not Hasim. Idiot."
"Who are you?"
"If I told you that...I'd have to kill you."
"Have you lost your mind Hasim? Do you know who I am? Do you think you are going to leave here alive?"
"My name is not Hasim...I told you."
There was outrage at that moment. They were getting closer with their guns. They had circled the bed in all directions. My eyes kept moving trying to see if one of them was going to make a move. I had to admit I was scared a little bit. This was an impossible situation, now wasn't it? I was caught with a general in a foreign country and I had no way of explaining it.
They were shouting. They were shouting at the top of their lungs.
"I'd answer," the general said, "If I were you that is..."
"Ok,you want to know who I am that much huh?
"I demand to know who you are."
"Well how do I start? I am a member of a very secret organization of assassins. It's called the Assembly. They steal teenagers and brainwash them to become the ultimate killers. I am one of their recruits. So I'm not sure what you did general. I really don't care, but you must have pissed off someone very important if they sent me here..."
"Assassin?" the general said, "ASSASSIN!"
He was panicking.
"Yes sir. You can call me Love. That is my codename. That's the only name I have. Codename Love. Ok. Time to go. Get up Mr. General."
The general got up at that moment. I saw how the the guys around him got nervous. I was naked. I was butt naked but I was pressed up against him with the gun. This was an impossible situation. Fuck it was really impossible now that I thought about it. It wasn't because of the general. It was the age of the soldiers that were getting on me. They were young. They were stupid.
They were panicking.
One man was screaming. He was screaming loudly. I didn't understand him.
"No! Do NOT do that!" the general was screaming to the soldier.
The soldier kept screaming. He was getting everyone else upset.
"What are they saying? Calm them down general. I don't want to have to kill you like this. Calm them down. I'm warning you."
It was no point. They were too rowdy. Almost immediately I heard a gun shot! Fuck. The gun shot me in the ass! I fell on the ground. The general tried to run. I couldn't let him go. He was the target. He was the person I was sent to kill. I shot at him five times.
A part of me knew he was going to die. I was an assassin. My agency believed in me. My name was Jose at one point but it wasn't anymore. Jose would have not wanted to die. Jose would have been afraid. The thing who I was now wasn't afraid though. The thing that I had become knew that I would die because I had sworn to it. I was Love...of the Assembly.
I dropped the gun.
The general was dead... and I knew that I would be too.
"Do it already," I told the men.
They advanced with me with their guns out. It's odd what you think about when you are facing death. I had never gone to college. I had never gotten the chance to teach my little brother what sex was. I had never been in love...
No. That last one was a lie. I was in love.
I was in love with one person. I was in love with one person that didn't love me back. Hell most of the times I didn't even think he knew I existed. It was weird that at this moment this one person was the person that I was thinking about. He was the person that was running through my mind.
His face. His beautiful face.
I closed my eyes ready to die as I saw the men put their fingers on the trigger.
BANG!
"What the fuck?" I said.
No. I wasn't dead! I wasn't dead. I had opened my eyes but I couldn't see anything. There was smoke everywhere. The room had been covered with smoke. I heard something. I heard muted gun shots...shots from a silencer. What the fuck was going on!
I panicked. I couldn't see anything. Then I heard the bodies around me. I heard the bodies hitting the ground. The men who were about to kill me were all dying.
The smoke cleared.
There was only one person standing up.
"Urge..."
Impossible. It was the man that I loved. He was standing there wearing all black. He looked down at me like some sort of angel. All the other men in the room were dead. Urge had a gun in his hand. He stepped over the bodies and walked over to me. He had thrown a smoke bomb which is why the room was so full of smoke.
"Can you walk?"
He was the ideal man. His body was a chestnut tone. His eyes were this deep sinking blue that made you think you could get lost in them a million times over. He had on all black. A tight black shirt that showed off his built physique. He had on black cargo pants and black boots. The only thing he had in his hand was that pistol that had the silencer attached.
"You saved me," I stated.
How? How did he know where I was?
How did he find me?'
Urge ignored my question. He was studying me. He was looking at me with these strange eyes. He repeated his question again this time with more solicitation, "Can you walk?"
"No."
"Relax. I'll carry you."
I had never been carried. It was a strange thing. He pulled the sheet off my bed. He put it over my naked body. Then he picked me up. He picked me up from right under my thighs. My head rested in his chest. I could feel my heart thumping over and over.
He sparkled even in the smoke screen. Urge was an assassin. He was an assassin like me but he wasn't like me. They called him the Black Prince Assassin. Maybe it was his personality why they called him black or maybe it was his beautiful skin tone. I never really was that attracted to black guys but he was the exception. He was more than a black guy. He was a prince after all. Well...not really. He had gotten the title because of the fact that his father was over the entire agency of killers that I belonged. He was more than that though. He was a black diamond....

 

"What is this place?"
Urge had taken me to some place in the outskirts of the city. We had made it there safely. A part of me had expected some sort of retaliation but we had surprisingly got out of there safe. Urge was good at sneaking in and out of places.
"It's a hideout. I rented it. For the night."
He didn't say anything else. He was busy looking through the shelves. I looked around but it was hard with the scorching pain in my ass from where I was shot. I would have liked to say that I wasn't concerned with the pain though. The excitement and surprise of seeing Urge again was more than surprising. I hadn't seen him in a year. It was a year.
"How did you know I was in trouble?" I asked him, "How come you are in Iran? How come you don't are watching out for me?"
He was still ignoring me. Urge was never the talker. He was never the one to make small talk. Maybe that is what I liked about him. Guys threw themselves at me but Urge hardly seemed to ever notice I was there. There was something about his cold, calculated demeanor that turned me on. He was caliente. He was everything that I wanted.
He had taken off his shirt.
Yes.
Oh...yes...
"Lay on the floor, stomach on the ground, butt up," he stated, "It looks like you weren't hit too bad. We have to take the bullet shards out and make sure you don't get infected."
I had done what he said. I knew how serious Urge had when he set his mind on something. He had muscles. His muscles were perfect. He was using his shirt to apply pressure on my wound. He pressed on it. I could feel a thrill coming to my ass.
The idea of having Urge pressing on my ass cheek was more than I could take. I was excited. Fuck the pain. My dick was in pain. I was getting hard pressed up against the floor like this.
"Fuck..."
"Do you need a pain pill?" he asked.
It wasn't the pain that was getting to me. It was the fact that Urge was so close to my ass. He was sitting on my lower thighs. His crotch was pressed up against the space that was in between my thights. He was examining my ass. He was so close. His face wasn't that far from my ass cheek.
"I'll be fine," I stated, "I mean, now that you are here. I'll be fine. I'll be just fine. You just saved me man. I mean...wow. I sound stupid don't I? I guess I'm a little nervous. It's not every day a guy like you just swoops out of no where and saves me. Almost like...angel..."
"Love."
"Yes?"
"I'm going to need you to shut up and stay still."
"Ok."
"I'm going to have to...go in. Is that ok?"
Fuck I know he didn't mean it like this but I just wanted to tell him to fuck the gun wound and just go in. I wanted him just rip his clothes off and put that beautiful chestnut dick as deep into me as he could. I wanted him to fuck my guts out. I wanted him to keep going until I had his babies in my stomach. That is what I wanted.
Instead of saying that though I punked out, "I understand."
He was taking out the fragments of bullets out of my ass now. It wasn't the first time I had been shot. It wasn't going to be the last time I got shot either. It was a part of doing the job that I did. I would take a million bullets for the Assembly if I had to. I had been willing to die for the assembly.
"So how did you find out I was here?"
"Didn't I ask you to shut up?"
"I know...it's just. You saved me. I just want to know why. Weren't you on a mission with Allure? Where was it? Taiwan...Shanghai..."
He sighed. I had realized how close he was to my ass when he sighed. His breath was up against my ass. He had tweezers and he was going into my ass cheek. He was taking out the fragments of bullets one piece at a time. I squirmed as he poured some alcohol on the spot and started to clean up the blood so he could have a better view into the flesh.
"Beijing..." he finally answered after a few minutes, "I was in Beijing with Codename: Allure."
"Why are you here then?"
"Our mission was compromised. Someone attempted to sabotage it. We almost died. I received noticed that Codename: Craving's mission was also sabotaged. I figured you were in danger..."
That was our team. There were others. There were many others but my team consisted of Allure, Craving and Urge.
"So you came to find me?"
"Yes. Lust assisted me by providing your location."
"Do the moderators know?"
"No."
"Urge. You are breaking the rules. You can't break the rules."
We had rules. They were strict rules. It was what we lived by. We weren't supposed to interfere with missions unless given orders by the moderators. The moderators were a group of women who acted sort of like mission control. They never came out into the field. They didn't have any emotions. All they did was call us and give us our missions. They gave us any resources we needed to carry out the mission. Straying from the orders of the moderators was something that was bad. It was really bad.
"I know. I wasn't going to let you die."
I got quiet.
It had been a year since I had seen him but before that we went on a lot of missions together. That was when I had fallen in love with him. In the span of five years. However in those five years nothing had happened. Mostly nothing had happened because of him.
It wasn't because of me though. It was because of 'Him'. No... when I say 'Him', I didn't mean Urge. When I said 'Him', I meant someone else...
"Thank you."
I was torn. I was a strict believer of following what the moderators said. Urge was known to bend the rules sometimes. His father was over the moderators though. He a little bit of lieniency. I wasn't so lucky. Besides Urge, the assassins that didn't follow orders were tracked down by other assassins and exterminated. I had seen it happen time and time again. Urge's father...Tom...was a monster. It shook me just remembering him.
"Lust needed you for our team," he stated coldly.
Lust was the leader of our team. She was kind of like a den mother really more than anything. There were seven teams of assassins and they all were named after one of the 7 deadly sins. All the names of our team members were related to Lust in a way, hence Allure, Craving and Urge. Allure was a smart, femme fatale, calculating Russian sharp shooter. Urge was a comedic, strong man who was addicted to machine guns. We were like a family really...all of us except Urge. He never really let anyone in, except this one person...a long time ago. That one person just wasn't me. It was 'Him'.
"Is that really the reason?" I asked him, "Is that the only reason."
I had turned to him. He was looking up at me. Fuck the wound. I had almost lost my life today. I wasn't going to waste another minute. I wasn't going to keep acting like things didn't exist between us. I wasn't going to bullshit anymore.
"Love..." he started, "Let's not talk now..."
His voice seemed nervous. Urge was different from everyone else. Kids like us were kidnapped but not Urge. He was born into this. His father had raised him from extremely young to be an assassin. He didn't seem to know how to communicate well with people. When I was looking at him trying to communicate he did what he always did.
He shut down.
"Listen. We are assassins. All we have is now. All we have is today."
I had to make my move.
I had to make my move now...
Urge was avoiding eye contact. He was trying to look away, "I'm done cleaning the wound, I just need to put on this bandage."
He put the bandage on my ass cheek. As he pressed the tape down I grabbed his hand. He seemed surprised when I did it. He tried to pull away but I didn't let go.
"We can be dead tomorrow...all we have is now..."
I moved Urge's hand up and down the side of my ass. He seemed hesitant. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't expecting me to do it. I could tell that he didn't think I was going to do what I did. I guided his fingers from the wound to my asshole. I took two of his fingers and I started to press it into my asshole.
"Stop. I can't."
"Why not? I know you find me attractive. I see how you look at me. You've looked at me like this for years. You showed up here and saved me for a reason."
"You know why I can't..."
"Him."
'Him'. That reason that we never got together.
"I love Desire."
The name. It was Urge's ex-boyfriend. He had died years ago. 5 years ago to be exact. You would think Urge would have moved on a long time ago but in these five years he never had sex with anyone. I knew that for sure. He had never dated anyone or even been open to dating. Love was completely out of the question. Whatever this guy had done to Urge had put a spell on him. For the past three years I had just been referring to Desire as 'Him'. It was a lot easier.
"You loved him. Past tense. He's dead. He's gone. I'm still here. Warm. Alive. Look...feel me..."
I slid his fingers into my ass. He resisted. I knew he was resisting. I knew he was trying to stop. I wouldn't let him though. I held on tight to his hands and used all my strength to push his two fingers deep into my asshole. I moaned loudly. I had the top part of my body so I could look at his expression as he finger fucked me on the middle of that floor in Iran.
"You're so wet...man I really should stop. We should stop."
He pulled away. He tried to get up and walk away. As he walked away. I flung myself on his back.
"No."
"Love what the fuck, get off of me!"
He crouched down and flipped me over him. I slammed onto the ground. I found myself immediately trying to jump back on him but he grabbed my arm at that point and tossed me into the wall.
I slammed hard into the wall. I was tough though.
I wasn't going to give up that easily.
I flipped on the wall doing a back flip and landing behind him. He tried to grab me again to calm me down but I flipped away from him. I had landed on a table. He tried to reach over to me and grab me again, but I did another flip...this time a tuck. My knees were fully bent and drawn to my chest. I ended up landing on him and pinning him down to the ground with my legs.
"Really, I knew you used to be in the circus but all these flips?" he asked.
"That's how I fight."
"It's cheating."
"Ok. It's cheating. But me and you...that's not cheating. You can't cheat on a dead man. I understand you aren't over him. But he's gone. You don't know how much I like you, I'm not going to keep saying no for an answer," I told him.
I tried to pin him to the wall. Urge was quick though. He was real quick. He grabbed me and tried to put me in a choke hold. He kicked at the back of my legs sweeping my feet from under me so that I was in a headlock.
You would think this kind of fighting was odd but we were assassins. We had trained hard to fight like this.
"I don't want to hurt you Love."
"Say you aren't attracted to me."
"Love..."
"Say you aren't attracted to me at all and I'll leave you alone."
"That's not the point," Urge replied, "Ok. I'm attracted to you. Ok. But I can't do this. I told you why. I don't care that it's been 5 years. I don't care..."
Urge still had me in his choke hold. Luckily I was double jointed. I cracked my arm letting it bend all the way in the back of my head so that I could slip my head out of Urge's choke hold. I manage to slide out and go to the other side of the room.
Then I got ready for my special move. I had been working on it for a while. It was a new attack that I had learned. I started to flip. I called it the Devil's flips. I could tell Urge was getting annoyed at this. It was clear he didn't want to fight.
"Don't," Urge stated.
I started running towards him.
I started running towards him completely naked and I jumped in the air. I could jump really high into the air. I almost reached the high roofs of this hideout. I started to do a front double full. My hips and knees were straight. My back was arched. It was a 720 degree twist.
And then I realized he caught me.
He caught me high in the air.
"Shit."
I had planned on taking him down with my flip. Instead I had done my layout right into his arms! As he caught me he looked at me. His eyes were caught up in mine. My legs were wrapped around his head, hooked on his shoulders. My ass was on his chest. The only he was holding me up by my lower back.
I was at his complete mercy...
"I should slam the fuck out of you right now, right on your back," Urge stated.
"You won't."
"And why the hell not?"
"Because of this..."
I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what I was doing when I reached in and kissed Urge. Urge didn't let ANYONE this close to him. Urge didn't kiss people. He didn't kiss anyone. I had known him for years and he had never come close.
Urge didn't give hugs.
Hell...Urge didn't even SHAKE hands.
Now I had kissed him. I had kissed him and he pulled back.
"What the fuck!"
He lifted me up. He was about to slam me. He was about to slam me on my back.
"Urge dont!"
I watched as he lifted me high up and I watched as my body started going down on the ground hard. I felt like he had lost it! He was going to break my back if he slammed me hard on the floor like this.
Instead of slamming me however he stopped right before I hit the ground. He placed me gently on the floor. My legs were still wrapped around his waist head.
Then he started doing something that I didn't realize. He started kissing me. He was kissing me hard back. Our tongues intertwined. He didn't say anything. All I could hear was panting as he was going at me. I wasn't sure if he was breathing hard from all the fighting or if it was excitement. It didn't matter. Urge was kissing ME. I never thought this day would happen. I never thought it would occur.
My legs were still over my head on his shoulders when I realized him shuffling with his crotch area. In the next minute he pulled his dick out.
"This isn't happening," I was saying, "God this is a dream..."
I didn't want to wake up from the dream. In the next moment Urge's dick was inside of me. He had a huge dick. It filled me up. He plowed me still fucking me in the same position. I could feel my body trembling underneath him as his dick went in and out of me.
"Fuck it feels go good."
I was kissing his neck. Urge was muscular. I felt so small underneath him. His muscles pinned me down. They kept me underneath him. The weight of his dick slamming into me. He had not had sex since his ex. I could tell by the feelings on his face. I could tell how much he was enjoying it.
"Do it...make love to me...make love to me..."
All of a sudden he pulled out.
"I can't."
His dick was still wet. It was still dripping in precum. My ass was still wet too. He had just...STOPPED. He had just STOPPED...just like that. In the middle of us having sex...in the heat of it.
He had turned away from me. I know he was trying not to look at me so that his dick could go down. I watched almost in shock. How did he have so much control? I couldn't control myself with him! All I wanted to do was feel him in me. I wanted to cry but I didn't. I just walked over to my clothes and put them on.
"Do you love him that much?" I asked him, "Do I mean nothing to do you."
He didn't reply.
He had put his dick away. He was cleaning picking up all the stuff off the floor now. I watched as he packed up all his stuff.
"We should get ready to leave Iran tomorrow. It's not safe to stay here. Lust has provided you a fake passport and some tickets----"
"I don't care about being an assassin right now!" I told him.
"---Some tickets to England. We are to rendezvous with Allure there. There is an apartment we can stay in until we are given another mission from a moderator."
He was being Urge again. He was acting like a minute ago he wasn't fucking me in my ass. A minute ago he hadn't thrown away the cold shell that he was. A minute ago he wasn't balls deep inside of me. Now he was acting like all that didn't matter? Now he was acting as if I didn't matter? I was breathing heavy. I didn't let men treat me like this. I treated men like shit.
It seemed like all those targets that I had seduced in an effort to get close enough to kill them were coming back to me. Karma was coming back to me.
"Please..." I stated.
I was on the floor. I was begging him. Yes. I was begging him. I knew I looked pathetic. I felt pathetic. I guess when you were in love though things like that didn't matter. Urge was the only thing that mattered to me. He was the only thing that gave me a feeling that still reminded me that I was more than just a killing machine. He reminded me that I was a person.
And maybe that was why I started crying.
"Tomorrow is July 4th," he stated.
"So what?"
"July 4th is the day that he left me."
"He didn't just leave you. He left the world," I stated shaking my head, "Get over it."
"What do you want me to say?" Urge asked, "I'm not over my ex. 'Him', isn't that what you like to call Desire? I'm not over 'Him'. I'm not over Codename: Desire. I never will be! Ok! All I want to do it see him again and I can't believe I did what I did."
"Newsflash...Urge, you'll NEVER see him again."
"You don't know that."
"What?"
Urge stopped doing what he was doing. He was just there. He was just stiff. All of a sudden he looked like he had just let something slip that he shouldn't have let slip.
"Nevermind."
"You said that I don't know whether or not you'll see Desire again. Desire is dead. That was the report that you and the others said right? You said he was killed on the day you graduated from assassin's school."
"Yes."
Urge was at his guns again. He was cleaning the clips. He was taking off the silencer. He was polishing his weapons. He was acting like he didn't say what he just said. It had been 5 years since Desire had died. I hadn't known him too well. I hadn't known him at all. The day was still a blur. I hadn't been with Urge. I was the veteran on Lust's team. Lust had four new recruits starting. Craving, Allure, Urge and Desire. At that point the feelings I had towards Urge were nothing more than a crush. I knew he had a man. They all loved Desire. A part of me was always jealous. It made me keep my distance from him. It made me try not to get to know him as a person.
I wanted to be him. I wanted to be the guy that got Urge's attention. I remembered a little about July 4th five years ago. Urge and the rest of the team had gone to the top of the mountain with Desire. They had passed training and were doing an initiation to join the assembly. They had come back without him. They had reported that Desire was dead.
"Urge..."
"What?"
"How exactly did Desire die?"
Urge was back to being Urge again. I had lost him.
"Our plane leaves first thing in the morning."

It was early the next morning when I woke up. I had woken up surprised. Urge had been asleep as well. He had given me the only bed in the place while he slept on the floor in the opposite corner. It was almost like he was trying to stay as far away from me as humanly possible. It had been on purpose I'm sure.
There was a knock on the door. I watched as Urge grabbed his gun. I had never seen someone wake up from their sleep so fast. I guess I should have expected it. He didn't have a shirt on and he was alert.
Only an assassin woke up out of bed like that.
"Who do you think it is?" I asked him.
"Shhh..."
I didn't have any weapons. Hell I didn't even have any clothes. I had left all my clothes at the general's place. In the next minute Urge opened the door with his gun in hand.
I didn't see what happened but I watched as Urge put his gun down. In the next moment a woman stepped into the room.
She had pale skin and red lipstick. She had a red dress and a red hat. She had on sunglasses. I knew just from her style who she was.
"Lust," I said.
It was our leader. The woman who had trained us. She walked in the house and took of her glasses. Lust NEVER came out to the field. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
"Why are you here?" Urge asked, "You didn't trust me to save Love?"
"That's not why I'm here."
"Why then?" I asked.
We were confused. This was way out of the ordinary.
Lust dropped a folder on the table. I had seen the folders before. The moderators sometimes found us where ever we were and they would hand us manila folders. They were our targets.
"We have a new mission."
I rolled my eyes annoyed as hell "Great. That's all I needed. Jesus. I just got off a mission. Can't anyone else do it? Craving hasn't had a mission in a while."
Urge had picked up the folder. He opened it and just stared.
"The entire team is on this mission. We are to travel to Upper New York immediately."
The entire team. That had never happened before.
"What the hell is in upper New York that is that important?" I asked "We have to kill some suburban housewife or something?"
"No it's not an assassination. It's a retrieval mission."
I was confused. I was more then confused. This just didn't make any sense.
"Wait, all of us...including you for a retrieval mission?"
Retrieval missions were the easiest. Usually we get some information. Maybe we did some espionage here and there. They were no sweat. They were the easiest mission. The fact that the entire team was sent in for a retrieval mission made no sense.
I noticed at that moment that Urge had dropped the folder.
Urge had dropped to his knees. Urge looked sick. He just stared out as though shocked.
"What's going on?"
Lust crossed her arms, "Urge has some explaining to do to us..."
I walked over to Urge. I looked down on the ground at where he had dropped the papers. They were scattered all over the ground. They were photos. I walked over at that moment and started picking up the papers.
They were photos of someone. Recent photos.
Some of the photos were taken just yesterday.
The guy was eating. The guy was walking around. The guy was smiling. In one of the photos the guy seemed like he was about to have sex...with another guy.
I knew immediately why Urge was upset.
It was who our new mission was.
"Desire is alive..."

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