Milena, who was driving her vehicle, did it quite angry and worried because she did not know what kind of punishment they were going to impose on her.
She knew that it couldn't be something very strong because of her being one of the most important members of that place.
Well, with her power of regeneration, it was simply impossible that she could die, so the most complicated missions were given to her.
That was good in some cases, but most of the time she ended up suffering because although it was a blessing in disguise, the pain and suffering she felt every time she died was too horrible.
After driving through the streets of the city, she was able to arrive at a large skyscraper which had no windows; it was just a concrete square built on the outskirts of the city.
The people who saw it did so with curiosity because they wondered what was inside, but for Milena, it was only her workplace.
After leaving her car in the underground parking lot, she took an elevator and placed her hand on the fingerprint reader that opened when the elevator door closed.
At that moment, a screen was opened on the side of the elevator and an acronym appeared before a video call began to be transmitted.
"Miss Milena, I am surprised that you show up for work after causing an accident that cost 367 lives.
It is quite an achievement for an agent of your caliber. "
Milena sighed and scratched her cheek. "I thought I heard there were 356 people, why there was an increase in victims."
The old man who was looking at Milena just started laughing. "Those were the starting numbers, but there are a lot of seriously injured people who died on the way to the hospital.
Others may not survive on the streets and I am sure that many will be left paraplegic or will have to spend their lives in a hospital.
You know if you weren't an agent of tactical value to the government and headquarters of dangerous creatures.
You would be facing a military trial, but since you are a tactical agent for the entire government, only a wake-up call and a discount on your salary will be enough.
But do not think that you will be able to get rid of a punishment for what you did. From now on, you will have a partner who will be with you at all times.
It will be a strap to prevent you from doing stupid things, don't worry, he is one of the best control agents we have.
Now speaking of the payment for the hunt of Bob, the serial killer and werewolf, your money has been deposited in your account and his corpse has been taken from your vehicle.
If I were you, I wouldn't spend my money on crap. "
Milena took out her phone and looked with joy at the 300 dollars that was in her account, for which she raised her head. "I appreciate the pay, but where is my partner?"
The elevator door opened, there he could see it, it was a man in his 30s, brown hair, Caucasian complexion, blue eyes like the sky and a toned body.
Milena was only surprised before raising an eyebrow. "I see that you are strong boy, but the real question is if you can keep up with me.
You have a document to see your history and your name. "
"Liam, regarding my documents, you can find them in your office as well as the documents you have to fill out with the detailed report of the event."
Milena stroked her nasal septum and sighed "The damn report can wait but your data can't."
After this, she began to walk through the long white corridor of the place and after having walked for a few minutes; they came to a white door at the end of the corridor.
Milena then used a key, and the door opened, revealing a beautiful apartment which was quite messy.
There were clothes thrown all over the place and some beer cans on the floor, but despite that, Liam could tell that the room was clean.
It also did not give off strange aromas, on the contrary, it had a slight scent of lavender.
Milena, when saw Liam's face, only laughed. "If you are going to smell a woman's room at least hide a little or people will think you are something strange."
Liam just forced a smile, as he didn't know what to say at the time. Milena just shook her head and asked him to sit down while she went through the file on her desk.
As she sat in her leather chair, she began to read 'Liam Jackson Hernandez, 32 years old.
The son of a general and a businesswoman, he studied mixed martial arts as a child, went to military college and graduated there.
He was in the navy for a few years before being accepted into the secret service ...
It seems that his missions are classified, but he is an expert in the fight against terrorism, the fight against drug trafficking, espionage and bla, bla, bla ... '
Milena sighed and raised her head. "You are an interesting person Liam, you have many honorable mentions, and you are good at many things.
But have you fought werewolves or do you just fulfill your missions, no matter what you do? "
Liam looked seriously at Milena. "I haven't had a chance to fight werewolves but it shouldn't be more complicated than fighting terrorists…"
Milena started laughing as she walked over to her apartment refrigerator while having a beer.
"Comparing a dangerous werewolf to a terrorist is like comparing a kid with a paddle to a guy with heavy machine guns and a Kevlar suit."
Milena drank her beer and walked to a shelf from where she opened a drawer that had hundreds of folders with confidential information.
"Those are 452 folders of anti-terrorist missions that I did in my spare time. Even a drunk woman like me can kill crazy people who seek to harm innocents."
Milena closed the drawer and then opened another that only had some folders "Those are the folders of 53 werewolves that I have managed to kill in my entire career, if we add the son of a bitch of Bob and the two that I killed on the way.
It would be 56 werewolves that I have killed. I am the only agent in the whole country and even in the world who has a record like mine.
But you know I have to pay every time I kill a werewolf. "
Milena opened her jacket revealing her body, Liam only swallowed because his attention was not on Milena's breasts but on the thousands of scars on her body.
"I've been killed by those bastards 357 times. One of them even managed to capture me and for a whole week.
It opened my stomach to feed of my intestines; I want you to know that, but I cannot die. It might sound very good, but every time I die, I suffer intense pain.
I should be crazy, but I may already be, or that just isn't for me. "
Milena closed her jacket and threw her empty beer can into the garbage can. "From now you will be dead. I am not asking you to prepare to die, because you are going to do it.
When that happens will depend on your will to live and if you respect my rules, it is not a threat; it is a reality.
I die every week at least three times. Some bad weeks have killed me at least 23 times.
This place they sent you is the hell and I am just Virgilio while you are a soul waiting to go down to the depths of the shit that is hell. "