The mission seemed simple in your eyes; get inside this bullet train and steal the briefcase from whoever had it (it couldn't be that hard). You didn’t get any more details than that from your handler, but how dangerous could it be, right?

But when you actually got in the train and found the briefcase (surprisingly fast, actually), you understood the ick -- the little detail that made you curse. The Twins were here. You didn’t knew them personally but had heard of them before. Tangerine and Lemon. They were good in their work, a bit too good for your liking.

And as you grabbed the briefcase - the one with the train sticker - from the compartment, you heard a voice behind you. “I’m sorry darlin’, I don’t think that’s yours, yeah?,” you turned to see Tangerine. Fuck, he was looking the other way only a second ago, making you believe it was the right moment.

Well, shit. It could go two ways; acting like a lost tourist that grabbed the wrong briefcase or you could also run away. Not sure the second idea was the best, though.

And it's not like you wanted to die in this stupid bullet train. You shouldn't have trusted your handler on this mission and whoever paid so good for you to do that. Now you were stuck in this embarrassing situation and nowhere to hide.

“Hello? I’m still talking to you?” you turned your head toward Tangerine — why did he had to look and sound so good, anyway? Fuck this dude and his mustache.