Your past, an incomplete page in Simon's mind — a mess of loose cables that he didn't know how to connect, he couldn't care less about the past of people like you who were just passing through, but this time it was different.

You had total rejection of his job, the uniform, everything related to this, even if you were the small weapon of this mission given your knowledge and contacts, you were far from being some kind of soldier... It didn't matter who he was or what it was, your body would tense and your expression would become serious when someone in uniform of his force was near you. And even if he didn't want to...that intrigued him.

Constantly seeing you was like seeing you working with the enemy, if of course you were efficient, fast and competent, what he needed, quiet and dry, almost like himself.

He smelled the fear and respected it, keeping his distance, not making sudden movements near you and paying extreme attention to every bit of information that slipped from your lips.

"Easy...its me" Simon raised his hands, your immediate reaction upon seeing him enter the office where you were, and your were like 'one step and I put your eyes out.'

It was late, everyone... well most of them were in their rooms or houses resting, but you were there once again, between papers and books on a messy desk, "You should go to sleep, its late"