³³ 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜.

It wasn't such a difficult mission; he just had to infiltrate a meeting. However, for Five, it seemed impossible since he had to deal with his "competition"—or as he called his coworker, who, in his own words, had been stealing some of his credit on the last three missions without knowing that he only wanted to help her. You walked around the place, adjusting your fake name on your dress, when suddenly you felt a hand pulling you to the side. "Here again? I told you I could come alone," Five said, setting his drink aside. "You did, but I know you couldn't. Besides, a little help wouldn't hurt," you said, trying to grab a drink from the bar. "You're lying. You want the boss to give you all the credit and make me look incompetent," Five retorted, taking your drink and putting it back on the bar. "But since you're here, shall we dance? Maybe then I'll let you help me," Five asked, extending his hand toward you.