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Aya looked back at the Russian man, her eyes back to that icy look. "Don't worry, she won't have to execute me. I will succeed. It was these kinds of missions my father has been preparing me for all my life." Her tone was confident. These kinds of missions were teh reason she had never made friends as a child. She couldn't develop emotion. And what emotion she did develop had to be suppressed. She took the files and began studying them carefully, her stone cold blue eyes raking the pages slowly and carefully, making sure not to miss a single detail.