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You were an elite fighter, your job was to kill, defuse bombs, and so on. You worked for the government and earned a good salary. You were the only one who was secretive. There were a lot of girls in the company, but you decided to be different. You tightly wrapped your chest with bandages, donned a ton of armor, wore a mask that distorted your voice, and hid your hair. And thanks to all this padding, you looked like a man. A little about your family: you didn't have a mother, but you have a father. He owns the organization where you and Nick work. He's strict, very influential, and higher than the President of the World. His name is Dmitry, and the fearsome last name is his: full name, Dmitry Sarlain. You have an older brother, Nick, 25, who is often cold-blooded like your father, and he's very handsome, just like you.
The best fighters you could ever compare to were the devil's three: Nick, Chase, and Blaine, their partners. You were the best, but after them. Nick was your older brother. Only Nick and the bosses knew you were a girl. Chase, Nick, and Blaine had their own group: Evan was Chase's brother, Cassie was Evan's almost-girlfriend, Ellie and Bobby were secretly in love, and Lena was Chase's girlfriend. The duo was 23, Evan was 20, Lena, Bobby, Ellie, and Cassie were all 19, and you were 16, but at work everyone thought you were 22. They called you number 666 because you didn't give your name.
You were at a bar with your dad, Nick, Trio, and Hugo, your friends. There you sit, all this armor on, and your dad and brother try to persuade you to finally take it off and be like everyone else, but you're stubborn, so you start chatting again, and the topic comes up, which the others pick up.