you really are a fantastic writer, did you know that? =D

I'd like to thank God and the caffeine for my skillzors.

lol

*Bump* ^_^

Loved the update! It really showed a much deeper side of Ryan.

and in what form do you get your caffiene?? xD

In liquid form, of course. ^_^

Sometimes also in the form of chocol33t.

I never get high off sugar or caffiene, but I do get high off Red Bull so I prefer caffiene in that, Coca-Cola, or coffee and tea. and I happen to be having a coke right now lol

Bump.

OMG OMFG!!!!!!


UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RYFIA IS NOT ALLOWED ON THE SECOND PAGE !

I shall update this saturday-sundayish.

Update coming to-day!

A pair of red high heels clicked down the concrete path as Agent M made her way incognito to the lair of the Ryfia. She placed a small purse underneath her arm while flipping a piece of hair out of her face, then continued on her way to the line that had formed outside of the abandoned warehouse. Her eyes batted continuously as smoke mixed with a light fog poured from the open doorway. Standing there in her crimson party dress, she waited for the opportune moment to arrive. A small group of agents that had also been assigned to the mission passed by the bouncer at the front of the line and walked into the makeshift club. She stepped forward slowly, hoping that everything would go smoothly. A smirk came from the bouncer's lips as she passed him her fake I.D.

"Are you sure you're old enough to be in here?" he asked with a chuckle as he passed the card back to her. "You know, this ain't no kiddy joint."

"I'm well aware of that," she answered sweetly as the bouncer pulled back the velvet rope. She entered into the dimly lit room and peered around at the people sitting in the lounge. There was music playing from a large DJ booth, but no one was assigned to it. Based on this she assumed that they had an automated system. If their music system is automated. she reasoned in her mind. Then there are probably other automated devices in this building. I should try to find the controls before pursuing my target.

"May I help you?" asked a voice as a hand landed gently on her shoulder.

"Excuse me," she faked a blush as she moved away from the door. "I didn't realize that I was blocking the entrance."

"You look like you could use a drink," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Calmly, his hand moved down to the small of her back as he ushered her towards the bar and began preparing a drink. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new to the area?"

Her eyes began to survey his actions with careful precision. A little vodka, some cranberry, a bit of lime... to any untrained mind the drink would seem completely legitimate. She smiled coyly as he passed the drink across the bar. The red liquid squished back and forth with a circular motion in the glass. His face revealed his expectations of the outcome. But why did he seem to know something that she didn't? Agent M slowly picked up the glass and examined the contents with a quick glance before setting it back on the bar. The telltale signs of disappointment appeared on the edges of his mouth.

"I won't drink something that's been laced," she replied to his displeased look.

A quick glint came to his pupils as he realized that he had been found out. He traced his hand along the edge of the bar as he made his way coolly to the stools in front of it and plopped onto one of the leather-cushioned seats. "What makes you think that it's poisoned?" he questioned, hoping to find out her weaknesses.

Before she could answer his question a noise came from the center of the room that caused everyone to stare. One of the agents, his gun in hand, was standing inches from Ryan with the barrel positioned firmly in his grasp. His hands shook as he took aim and began slowly pulling back the trigger. The hideous glare that came from his eyes swarmed down to the maniacal smile on his face. With a quick motion he pulled back the trigger. The gun jammed. His glare turned to panic as he jumped from the raised platform where Ryan had been sitting and dashed towards the door. The heads of the other agents began to fill with thoughts of terror as well. Only M and D decided not to run, but to keep their cool.

"Excuse me, miss," said the man that had been talking to her. He stood from his seat and ran out the door with the bouncer.

"It's alright," Ryan called out over the crowd. "Our security team will take care of the perpetrators. Go about your business."

"Idiots," M mumbled under breath as the music began to play again.

Every agent within the Z.A.A. had been trained to continue with their job no matter the consequences. It was because of this that she didn't not move from her spot at the bar, but instead waited for the man to come back to his seat. After a few tense moments he made his through the front door and walked towards the bar, slipping a gun into the back of his waistband in the process. He quickly took his seat and wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow as he leaned against the dark oak bar.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked while he caught his breath. Another smirk played on his lips as he watched her expression turn to one of worry. "Oh, it's alright. I do this all of the time."

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ooh!

Anyone care to guess who this agent is talking to?