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darkerangels

Relaxing Saturday

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softroseangel

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coltre

my talents include: being able to pretend I don’t care while I’m actually dying inside

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wnq-writers

You can’t push people away then hate them for leaving.

atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj (via michaclscofield)

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It had been business as usual for Valencia of late. She woke up, she trained, did what she needed to do, and then worked quietly on what she called the essentials, paperwork, false identification, reports on various individuals and organisations that had allied with I6 in the past, either consciously or unknowingly. Anything that would expand her mind and hone her skills was fair game, and with her own sense of safety being so tentative of late, anything she could do to turn her skin to steel, all the better to protect herself for what was to come, had a place in her schedule.

For the first time since it had failed her, as it was only now she felt prepared enough to do so, she was examining software she often used during washing jobs, designed for effortlessly wiping surveillance footage. She had come up with the concept during training, and, in collaboration with a tech recruit who never made it to the initiative, quickly got it made. It was one of her crowning achievements, and she was certain it had earned her the respect of her highers up and let to her subsequent acceptance into I6.

She scrolled through the lines of coding that had gone into creating the programme, but could find no fault, although through the lenses of her admittedly limited knowledge. She would have to get someone who knew more of these things to look at it, although she begrudged the thought of asking for help. Hands ran through dark hair, and she sighed deeply.

Her frustration was interrupted by the opening of the door, and another presence entering the room. Whipping around, Valencia surveyed the newcomer, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow in their direction. It wasn’t often somebody dropped by to see her, usually when they needed fresh documents for missions and the suits sent them her way to collect what she had made for them, but as far as she knew, she had no orders to fulfil. “Did you need something?” She asked, sharply, all traces of the frustrated exhaustion that was seeping into her bones pushed down deep inside her where they could not be accessed.