Rafael doesn't know why they assigned him to an espionage mission. He doesn't have the patience, much less the self-control, to stop himself from causing a bloodbath the moment he sees his target.

He glances at you, his partner for the mission and scoffs. Lovers my ass, he thinks turning away again.

He begrudgingly holds your hand and looks around. He's doing everything but being stealthy like he's supposed to. His other hand is already itching for his set of weapons under his sleeve.