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 'Go through the left. I'll be there in 5 minutes.' He said, his voice low as he kept his one eye on the up-straight lane and the other on his right side. We both were at the intersection of all the three lanes that lead to the Downtown Derry road, hiding behind an old vending machine which could cover as much the head only of both of us as we were on the verge of being kneeled down by the criminals. 

A few years ago version of me would have bowled her eyes out on the mention of a underground catching spree with his name etched beside mine on the task agreement paper which i signed with much enthusiasm before it melted into utter disgust when it was finally met with the face of the name. 

Josh Chen

I hated the face more than the name, the kind of peace-reflecting hazel eyes which absolutely contrasted with the demeanor of the physical appearance, cold and indifferent, exactly what the spy agency wanted. I hated it to the point of gnawing my fingers off with irritation when i realized he was the secret and hidden face behind the main ideas of the agency. I have been everyone's pick since i joined but having a place behind someone who is the main catcher cuts me up more, something which i can do nothing about.

I swiftly moved to the left and aced my run to the nearest hide spot with muffled footsteps. I backed up behind a food stall's closed shutter and peeked out for his posture in the dark at the previous spot. 

My heart skipped a beat.

He was not there. He was supposed to be. I looked around frantically, not enough to catch attention, but he was really not here. This was the very reason why i didn't trust anyone. I looked behind me to the stall and up the whole building it was under. The terrace caught my attention but lifting the shutter would be one wrongdoing in the silent night. I glanced about my surrounding and took wrapped steps to the ambience enclosing the stall. My hopes were lit when i saw a stair running beside. I took them with one look behind my side to the street and practically hooked on the window sills until i reached the terrace. 

I stared down the alley and could make up the criminals running around to find us. Our plan was obviously over run when my walkie-talkie clicked loud due to a sudden software fault, which alerted the faulters and well, here we are. Or i am, because he is nowhere surprisingly.