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“Yes, it’s quite different from black tea.” It wasn’t quite visible, but there was most certainly the hint of a smile. Had he expected her to listen? Yes, yes he had, if he was honest. But perhaps she hadn’t really understood the reasoning behind his words, and hadn’t thought much of it. If she’d never had alcohol before, she couldn’t have anticipated the way it’d taste and feel like, but that’s why he had given her a fair warning. At the very least, Tommy was sure she had learned her lesson with that one. Choking on whiskey was by no means a pleasant experience, after all. “Next time I recommend you listen when I tell you to take it easy, eh? It’ll go straight to your head now.” And if he was honest, he was tempted to refill her glass, just to see if she’d do it again. Tommy had a feeling that she wouldn’t deny it; not because she liked it, but because she felt the need to please him after disappointing him that gravely. But.. In the end, he decided against it. 

“No.” The answer was short, and simple, but there was denying their finality. There was no room to argue, or to complain, and he was sure Seven understood. And while she didn’t argue any further, he could see the panic in her eyes. Good. That’s what he had wanted. Tommy was fond of Seven, and even more so of her skills, but disobeying him came with a hefty price. Usually one’s life, but she was a lucky one. Too valuable of an asset to not at least give her another chance. Though he knew that chance didn’t come easy, not to her. Being forced out into the open, to interact with other humans beside himself, was the worst kind of punishment he could’ve given her, and he was very well aware of that. But if she followed through with his order, he’d know that she was more determined to please him, than she was to follow her own instinct. It’d be a challenge, and it was one Tommy was all too curious to see the outcome of. 

“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”Leaning back in his chair again, Tommy picked up his drink and made it disappear in one go, just like Seven had, but without all the coughing. Setting the glass back down, he studied her face for a moment, and wondered if she’d indeed be able to pull through with it. In all honesty, he sincerely hoped she would. Not only because having to dispose of her would be a considerable loss to his company, but because she was also a mystery he quite enjoyed exploring. “Anything you need, you’ll have at your disposal. Cars and drivers, or any expenses you need covered. Just give me a call, and I’ll have it set up for you.” A short pause, his eyes boring into hers. “And, Seven, make sure not to disappoint me. You have two days to take care of this. Now go.”

The scolding she received from her master about having her drink all at once was different than the way he would berate her about any errors in her work. It felt more ...soft ...and almost ... caring? Seven processed it in her now somewhat woozy mind and she felt a little guilty for not having listened when he told her to take it slow. Lately, she allowed herself too often to go against orders, it wasn’t how she would usually act, there was definitely something wrong with her. Ever since she had allowed herself to get worked up about her brother, there were other signs of system failure she couldn’t avoid. Seven felt a short wave of anxiety washing over her mind. Life back at the training facility or life here at in the organization, if she was allowed to choose she would pick the organization any day. But if she didn’t want to be sent back to the facility to be repaired, she would have to keep herself under control. Which was odd in its own way, she never had to try for this before, it usually happened naturally, because that was how she was programmed. Something was wrong... 

But for now, she pushed these thoughts aside, maybe they only perpetrated her mind because of the whiskey’s effects. The female watched as her master emptied his glass with so much more grace than she displayed earlier. There was something fascinating about it. About all her master’s actions and the way, he did everything as if it came naturally to him. Just like how typing binaries happened naturally whenever Seven laid her hands on a keyboard, it was no big deal for her boss to run an empire, give orders and have everyone follow them to a T., ...make eye contact,... drink the liquid poison that would surely set his throat on fire as well... he sure was something. Seven averted her gaze for a moment when she noticed her master studying her face. Did he doubt her ability to follow through with the new given orders? 

She only peeked through the lost strands of hair falling into her face and back at her master again when he spoke once more.  Sure, he gave her an order that would be hard to follow either way, but it did seem as though he made it a little easier for her, allowing her to use the assets such as drivers, covering all expenses and even giving her the permission to call for any further questions. Maybe he didn’t want to see her fail either by doing that much and not completely throwing her into the cold water by herself. Hell, the fact she was even allowed to make up for her past mistakes by getting a mission to prove herself worthy by itself was already beyond her expectations. As strict as her master was, he was always fair towards her. Seven couldn’t help but wonder if every other number that worked for him got the same treatment as well. Second chances,.. there were rumours that these two words weren’t even in her master’s vocabulary. Maybe she shouldn’t try to find out what he thought about third chances. So she quickly stood up, bowed her head low before straightening her back again with one confident nod. “Leave it to me, master!” With that, she turned around and left the room. This was it, this was her moment to prove herself worthy. Her second and probably last chance. 

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Seven stood in front of the small wall mirror in her basement room. She intently stared at herself in the mirror before she took a deep breath and smacked her cheeks once to wake herself up. 

“I’m Seven, nice to meet you.” She glared at herself. That sounded really odd, like a machine that malfunctioned. “I’m here to scout you, so follow me.” she declaimed this time, pointing a finger forward in an almost comical type of way. Her gestures reminded somewhat of a magical girl from an anime, which were one of the very few pleasures she indulged in when she had a couple hours of free time. Every since her master had given her a room with a tv in it she had found at least a bit of interest in these things. Back then she didn’t really see the point of owning a tv, she couldn’t use it for programming or hacking, but slowly she opened up to turning it on now and then and watching a few animations. She still didn’t like watching live-action dramas or movies. Watching humans was only useful to gather information, not to get enjoyment out of viewing their interactions after all.  

But this time she had put on a tv drama she found on one of the many channels and glanced over at the tv to watch the people on screen for their behaviour. It was an exception because with her new order she had to learn how to interact in the outside world without standing out like a sore thumb. The woman in the drama tilted her head and twirled her hair with her fingers while she talked to a male in front of her. Seven tried to mimic this gesture while repeating what the woman on the screen said “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”  but she couldn’t help feeling like she not only looked but also sounded ridiculous. Watching the female on the screen again, she couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of how natural it came to this woman to act so freely .... human. Was there ever a time Seven was able to act like this too? Before it all started... it was as if her memories of herself, before she became who she was now, were all erased from her system. She didn’t know how she acted or even how her mind worked. All she remembered now was emptiness, her memories of the time before were like an empty room without windows for lack of a better analogy, but precisely like the place, she was kept in when she was trained for what she had become after.

At that exact moment, she felt her stomach growl. Thinking back to the years of her training must have made her feel hungry. Maybe because subconsciously she was brought back to times of being deprived of food and water if she didn’t show the results that were expected from her. She sighed and turned off the tv. She would try again to study the behaviour of the outside world once she got herself a snack. Because she knew better than anyone that working on an empty stomach made tasks even harder.

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Tommy had just finished pouring his own drink when Seven started to recite something that almost sounded like a Wikipedia article. Standing there, bottle still in hand, his eyes rested on the wall in front of him as he gave a quiet chuckle at the reminder of what she was, and what type of training she had undergone. Not that he knew the details of it - and he preferred not to - but sometimes his own imagination would take him there, and made him wonder just how hard a person had to be tortured to be broken and entirely reprogrammed like she was. He himself was ruthless without a doubt, but there were boundaries even he wouldn’t cross - whatever had been done to her was most certainly one of them. And while Seven was most certainly incredibly useful in more than one way, it might not have been his initial reason for taking her in.

“Indeed, it can.” Fixing a drink for her, he filled it with only half as much liquid as his own and then walked back to his desk where he placed the glass in front of her. “And gathering from your words, I assume you’ve never touched alcohol before. So I’d recommend you take it easy, and slow.” He himself walked back to his chair and sat down, a cigarette making its appearance as soon as he was settled in.

There was silence for some time as Tommy thought about his next move, the only occasional sound coming from him inhaling and exhaling smoke. “Since we’ve now lost one of our guys, we need to replace him rather sooner than later. Don’t want to lose that undercover cop. Wasn’t done playing games with him yet.” He took a sip of his drink, then pulled one of the files on his desk close to him. 

“Luckily for you, I already have a replacement.” He opened the file, then turned it around and pushed it over to Seven’s side. “As I’m sure you know, your brother was a bit of a loose cannon. Told this guy a little too much for my taste. Now, in that file is everything you need. His picture, his details, and location, as well as material that could prove useful should he not agree to join without a little bit of pressure.” 

Getting rid of the cigarette in the ashtray, Tommy leaned forward, his elbows coming to rest on the desk as he intertwined his fingers. “Your job, Seven, is to go and recruit him. In person. See it as part of your punishment, eh? You cost me one guy, and you’re going to replace him. Once you’ve gone and done that, we’ll take care of your lodgings. Here.” 

Seven scanned the glass in front of her, the caramel-coloured liquid in it didn’t look that intimidating. Based on its appearance alone, she imagined it tasting like, maybe, black tea? Probably not. But she didn't have much else to compare it with from the data collected about beverages she consumed in the past. She picked up the drink and without taking a sniff or making use of the advice of her master to take it slow, she just downed the content of the glass. The strong drink caused a sensation she could only describe as flames coating her throat, which her body reacted to with a cough, then another. Eyes wide she wondered how her boss was drinking this kind of beverage so casually. Why would anyone consume this kind of concoction, if not to torture themselves? It didn’t even have a pleasant taste. It straight up just hurt her throat and tickled her gag reflex. Yet she knew that consuming liquor was what people like her master did for indulgence. Humans are weird. But she couldn’t just tell her boss who was kind enough to offer this drink to her. So she only commented on her first liquor experience with a monotone “It’s quite different from black tea.” She could swear she even slurred her words a bit. Was this the intoxicating effect she read about? It hit faster than she expected it to but maybe that was why he had advised her to take it slow. 

It was too late to bask in regret of her poor choices, so all she could do to brush off the unfamiliar warm feeling in her chest and face and faint vertigo she experienced. Instead, she tried focusing back on her boss’ words. It was a little harder to follow this time around. But she definitely heard right. This wasn’t over, the scolding wasn’t her only punishment. She felt her jaw clench alone from the additional mention of her brother. But she couldn’t lose her posture again. So she looked at the file her master pushed towards her. Not that there were many new pieces of information she didn’t already gather and store in memory. She had analyzed this person in the past weeks as part of watching her brother’s surroundings. 

But there was something else. And it was not that she just misheard from feeling a little tipsy. In person? She couldn’t hide the displeasure as she looked up from the file and into her master's face, desperately searching for traces of him just messing around. But who was she kidding? Messing around like that wasn’t his style, especially not when it came to important tasks like this. He also didn’t look like he was humouring her, quite the contrary.  “Is... Is there no other way to do it? I can blackmail him from behind the scenes. Remote control him through hacking his devices,... I’ve done it before... I...” she paused. It was the punishment her master chose. And she was programmed to obey orders. This is an order. She picked up the file with both hands, and once more looked at the photo of the man she was supposed to scout. In person. What if I mess this up? Will I really be thrown away this time? This is outside my expertise. Working face to face with another human being. Having master keep a close watch... in closer proximity instead of being able to work in in the comfort of my basement walls. It’s impossible... All these thoughts rushed through her mind but she voiced none of them. It was as though something clicked back into place when her whole composture made a hundred-eighty-degree turn and she was back being her perfectly programmed self. Thus, she gave her master a confident nod. “I understand, master. I will prove that I am still useful.” 

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Before he had Seven brought to him, Tommy had done his research. There was a reason why she had acted on her own accord, a reason why she had acted out of the scope of her training, and there was no doubt in his mind that it had to be a big one. At first, he had been unable to gather any information - her name was unknown even to him, as she had come to him with the nickname Seven already in place - but it didn’t take him too long to realize that he had been approaching it from the wrong angle. So as soon as he had started his research from Kazuya’s end, it had been easy. A missing sister, approximately Seven’s age, and daughter to a computer programmer. Her school picture sealed it for him, and let him know everything he needed to know. Well- Almost everything. He still couldn’t quite grasp the actual motive behind it. Which was part of the reason why he had her brought to him. 

“Don’t lie to me, Seven. I’m giving you a chance, stop wasting it.” But it didn’t seem like she needed him to tell her, because as soon as he had finished speaking, she seemed to burst with the truth. Taken aback by that display of emotion that was so out of character for her, Thomas just raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, taking it all in. Seven had been trained to function and operate almost like a computer and had shown off that training on every single given occasion. Things were very black and white, zero’s and one’s, entirely devoid of independent thoughts and emotions. So this.. This was interesting. Interesting indeed. Apparently, there was something human left in her, after all. 

Thomas remained silent, instead just picking up his drink and sipping on it as he watched her spiral from anger to fear to apologetic, and back to total obedience. His face remained neutral, but he was utterly satisfied in so many ways. Once she was done, he set the glass back down and yet again motioned to the chair. “Sit down, Seven.” His voice, this time, wasn’t as harsh, and he sat up straight while clearing his throat. 

“Thing is, it doesn’t matter if he’s a disgrace, undeserving and utterly useless. It wasn’t your decision to make. Is that clear?” His eyes didn’t waver from hers, and he was sure it couldn’t be comfortable for her at all. Eye contact was one of her weaknesses, one he had been considerate of thus far, but he was making a point, and wanted to drive it home. “You are not to make a move unless I say you can. You don’t make any decisions, unless I say you can. You don’t remove anyone from our organization unless I say you can.” Fortunately for her, it all had gone over without a hitch, and there was no damage to them whatsoever. Still, the sentiment was the same. 

Getting up from his seat, Tommy walked over to her and stood in front of her, before lifting her face up by her chin and holding her in place, again forcing her to look him into the eyes. “Your training doesn’t seem to have been as absolute as I had been told it was. It’s not all just numbers, eh? There’s still some human left in you, after all.” With that, he let go of her chin again and instead turned to go and refill his drink. “I have no intention of throwing you away, Seven. You’re too valuable of an asset. Though I might have to consider keeping you close in order to make sure your newfound humanity doesn’t make you do something stupid again.” He paused for a moment, and instead switched subjects entirely. “You want a drink?” 

Seven raised her head when the male’s voice ordered her to sit down. She immediately did as told; disobey right now was no option. There was scolding, but it didn’t sound as harsh as she had expected for her uncalled outburst. Though, the way he addressed her felt menacing regardless. “Crystal.” She responded post-haste, her gaze meeting his despite all her senses telling her to look away. Focus. Don’t budge. She felt her jaw clenching and her shoulders stiffening but she didn’t look away. “I understand, never again will I act without your absolute permission, master.” She kept her answers brief on purpose. Even though for a second she wanted to make more excuses, tell him how she was aware that acting on her own wasn’t protocol but that it was the right thing to do in this case, but she left it at that. At last, if her action really would have caused any real damage to the organization, this conversation would have already been over and her faith been decided.  

There was an undeniable sense of relief once their eye-contact broke, but not for long when she felt his hand on her chin. There was no way to look away now unless she would close her eyes, but she didn’t even dare to blink. She was essentially frozen in place from the foreign sensation of her master's hand on her chin. Human contact was one strange and rare occurrence, human touch even rarer, even stranger. And from her master no less. Oddly enough, as she was being forced to look at him, she noticed he was probably objectively a handsome man. A curious thing for her to even deliberate about. Was there really a crack in her programming?  But his words were what turned her focus back on. Some human? Left? In her? She wanted to disagree so strongly but wouldn’t that drive home his point? A machine wouldn’t disagree. A functioning machine would just rewrite its own program to erase whatever bug caused this state of affairs she eventually found herself in. So she remained silent; looking at her master through her eyelashes, counting between seconds how much longer she had to keep eye contact. But when he finally let go of her, she felt another paradox or relief and being left empty. 

Humanity.. there it was again..another peculiar word to use in correlation with her. It didn’t suit her, she didn’t want it near her, not being associated with it at all. Humans are weak. Again, she felt the urge to disagree, but again she didn’t. She didn’t have to, because her boss was speaking again, something even more confusing. He offered her a drink? Seven never had a drink in her life. She didn’t see the point in consuming anything for fruitless satisfaction. She only drank water, because the only reason to drink was to stay hydrated so she could focus on her work without getting headaches. She had a hunch that this kind of drink wasn’t to stay hydrated though as she eyed the liquor cabinet.  “Liquor, a wide variety of drinks humans will indulge in during social gatherings, ceremonies or in times of leisure. Sometimes taken from fermented fruit or brewed of wheat and grains. It’s a form of weak poison, that if consumed in moderation wouldn’t kill but would leave the body in a state of intoxication that can alter one's senses.” She analyzed in a small and robotic voice before turning to face her master and giving her answer. “Yes, if Master is granting me to, I would like to try.” 

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Seven wasn’t surprised when she was called to her master’s office. Of course, he would have found out about her acting on her own; if anyone would, it was him. She took pride in having all sorts of Intel on all kind of people, but if there was someone even better at finding out every dirty detail going on behind the scenes, it was her employer. There was no space for mistakes, working for a cunning person like that. She knew... and yet, she took a chance. Not because she expected to get away with it, but because she knew, whatever punishment she would get, it would be worth it. And she was cocky in a way because she knew she wouldn’t just get replaced, or gotten rid of. She was well aware of her position. Not like this employer last week, some low ranking number who was “let go” after making a grave mistake of leaking information to a family member which ended up with neither the employer nor his family member ever being heard of again. Seven was in charge of falsifying their legal documents to make it look like they moved countries. Where both of them really ended up, she wasn’t in the position to know, neither did she care, although she had a vague idea.   

Honestly, she wasn’t afraid. Maybe she was even a little excited to see what would come out of it. And a little excitement was a welcome change in her rather dull daily routine. Not many times she would even get a call and get to meet her master face to face, either. 

She was calmly walking alongside the man who picked her up, an employer who she only knew by his number. They communicated the bare minimum, the man’s face showing no sign of emotion, neither did hers. When they arrived at the office, she entered it just as calmly, though she could feel a quick tug at her nerves upon seeing her masters face. He didn’t look pleased, of course, he didn’t. Not that he would show a lot of his emotions on his face either, but there were telltale signs of him not being content with her. Like the way he ordered her to sit, the fact that he poured himself a drink without saying another word, for now. 

Seven wasn’t good at reading people, quite the opposite, but she knew her master by heart. Without making him say it twice, she sat down eventually, back straight, hands placed on her knees, deadpan making eye contact with the male as he lit himself a cigarette. The familiar scent of his aftershave mixing with the smell of nicotine, that was the scent she was used to; one she associated with her boss and this office and one that would both slightly unsettle her and as paradox it was, also put her into a weird sense of ease. 

The way he addressed her, reinforced her assumption that he didn’t call her here for praise. He would take on a somewhat sarcastic tone, the way he addressed her as “smart girl” was obviously condescending this time. He was pissed, alright. 

“Master, I..” she swallowed, her throat and lips were dry. Was this a sign of fear? Or excitement? Both maybe. But she overcame this short malfunction and her voice stabilized again, sounding like her usual mechanic self “I did what I knew would be best for this operation, I got this failure of a human being off our streets. If I hadn’t, this person would have caused more troubles. Everything he touches is bound to end in error." Why did she make excuses? She knew she did it out of selfish reasons, her own hatred towards her brother. And she knew her boss wasn’t a moron who would believe any maladroit lies. Though it weren't lies per se, just the watered-down truth. But still, she decided to just come out with the truth while she had the chance “I hate him. When the doctor made him work for OUR organisation I couldn’t take it. He and I, we might share the same blood but this man, he does not deserve to work under us, not even in a low ranking position.” She got up from her chair and slammed her hands on the table, leaning forward “He does not deserve to work for you, master. He would be a filthy stain on the reputation you work hard to upkeep!” She flinches at herself. Seven wasn’t supposed to lay out her emotions like that, hell, she wasn’t even supposed to have any emotions. A graver mistake than what she had already done was to show this side to her master. Emotions were weakness, especially in her position. If he saw this side of her she could lose his full respect and would end up getting replaced after all and that was the thing she feared most. It was terrifying, she had nowhere else to go. Coming to that realization she ended up bowing her head as low as possible  “Forgive me, master. I will do everything in my power to make up for my errors. You can use me any way necessary, just don’t throw me away.”

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All in all, Tommy was a very laid back employer. As long as you did your job, you did it well and without arousing the wrong suspicion, there’d be no problem. The one thing that was worse than fucking up either - or all - of those three things, however, was to take matters into your own hands and do things that hadn’t been cleared with him beforehand. Not only was it a pet peeve of his, but also one of the biggest security breaches. 

So when he had heard about Seven doing exactly that, Tommy wasted no time to have her brought to his office. They intentionally hadn’t met in person too often, and prefered to keep most of their communication through encrypted messages, but this meeting had to be face to face. Not only was he furious, but there was disappointment, too, given that she was one of his favourite employees. Quiet, uncomplicated, and willing to follow any and all orders given without questions asked. Incredibly smart, as well. So her doing something so stupid came as a serious surprise. Luckily for her, he’d give her a chance to explain. Had she been someone else, that chance would’ve most likely not been given, and she would’ve just simply never been heard of again. 

Whenever the door to his office opened and one of his men brought her in, Tommy just pointed at the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.” He himself walked over this liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and only then sat down. Still, he didn’t speak. Instead, he took a sip of his drink and then got out a cigarette. Only once he had lit it and taken a long drag of it did he address her. “You’re a smart girl, aren’t you? I assume I don’t have to explain why you’re here, eh? I’m giving you a chance, this one chance, to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking.”

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The girls fingers traced the matt surface of the monitor in front of her, under her fingertips the familiar face of a young man in his mid-to-late twenties, naive, oblivious of his photo being taken. They never looked alike, despite coming from the same womb, only couple years apart. He had his fathers eyes and his mothers lips. She had nothing of that sort. Was this why he was always the favored child? Even though he would always disappoint,.. it was probably karma that everything he set up to do ended in failure. 

Yet only watching him fuck up, again and again, still wasn’t enough. He deserved more pain. She wouldn’t be able to rest until his life was promised to be living hell. She shouldn’t be the only one who had everything taken from her. 

A life without meaning, comfort, human contact, even so much as an identity and above all the luxury of feeling emotion other than hatred.. She had to show him what real hell looks like. 

In this case she would have to step up .... but to do so, she would have to leave the comfort of these basement walls she would call her home. She was used to work in the dark, the only light casting on her being the one of the three computer screens in front of her. She worked with binaries not with humans... but what if... ?

It wasn’t part of her mission to meddle. She was just in charge to watch, document and report. It wasn’t her modus operandi to act on her own either, she was programmed to follow orders. But she couldn’t shake off that feeling... a feeling of having to act. 

If she was to ruin his life, it had to be hands on, not over a computer screen. No algorithm could prove useful enough to ruin what she sought to. Not this time. Her only joy in life was to take away others’ and it had to be done right. 

Maybe... maybe if she did well, then there was no issue with acting on her own accord, right? 

Maybe Master would even praise her if she did well.. 

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