Chapter Eight

“My God, Mariko!” Itsuki exclaimed. “How many times have I told you… It’s our protocol to call a backup whenever we have operations. Why did you have to go alone? Do you want a death wish? Dammit!” Itsuki coursed as he groaned out of his frustration towards the young lady.

Mariko was busy cleaning up her wounds and putting bandages on them, not minding what her friend was ranting about. She glance sideways and then rolled her eyes at him. “You know me, Itsuki. I don’t waste time. Whenever I have operations, I never got used to calling others while someone was at risk.” she reasoned.

“But what if the child will be in danger?-” he asked.

“But nothing happened with the kid.” Mariko interrupted him.

“Fine. But what if you did not make it and you’ll be dead as well? You don’t know-”

“But here I am! Alive and kicking,” she reasoned out again, which made Itsuki look at her in disbelief.

“Really? For fvck sake, Agent Angel! You got stabbed, and yet you’ll say you’re okay? You are making me nu