<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The betrayal she felt at his statement was obvious on her face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “You know if you want to tell the others i died on a mission, than how can you use me an example for your agents?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">she asked, trying to appeal to logic and reason here. He was angry, and she was usually the one the others sent in to talk him down in times like this. But that only worked when his anger wasn’t directed at her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“And you and I both knew how this mission was going to end. It was about getting as much information for as long as i could last. I’d hardly call it a failure.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">but he wasn’t listening, and she knew it. Despite the maid’s outfit, she still had numerous hidden and otherwise concealed weapons on her person, and even he didn’t know all her hiding spots.</span>