Zierlich

She crouched back, hiding behind the sofa. Covering her eyes, she started humming her song, desperately trying to get her mind carried away. I must not give in. I must stay here. I am a danger to this world. I am a danger to this world...

The glass shattered as the agents broke through into the living room. Tears started trickling down her cheeks, but it was inevitable now; she wouldn't be able to control it any longer. Her body underwent that sensation of becoming lighter, and she gasped, begging again, even though it was no use. Please don't!!! PLEASE!!! I'm going to hurt her!!

Her body shot up against her wishes, sticking to the roof. With her eyes still closed, the tears sank into her cheeks, completely disappearing. The tiredness under her eyes disappeared, her cheeks grew redder, and her slightly grayish-raven locks streaked into a jet-black. Her eyes shot open, the green depths seething with hate.

We're back. Let's get to work; nobody left behind. She glanced down to where she had previously been hiding. Come on, Eins. Wake up; it's diversion time!

The men swung around to the sofa, having heard the gasp. Slowly, she rose up; grayish-raven hair, green eyes reflecting her fright, her face a pale-ashen color. The red dots flickered on her body; they were ready to take her dead, if it must be.

She smirked, watching from above. You didn't read your dossiers, boys. Never aim at the first...Oh, look who joined us! Director Timothy Carlton stepped in, his hands buried in the cavities of his jacket.

"Have you forgotten everything I told you?!" He barked out, resulting in all guns being lowered to the ground, some of the agents even having the decency to show some shame at their disobedience. "That's the diversion! You have to search for Zierlich's counter ego, not her image!"

It's time to play, boys. The Director has arrived...The situation has just been escalated.

Eins came into motion, sprinting out of the room, into the hallway. The agents started after her, but their director quickly dashed their hopes of a chase.

"No! Just two of you. Keep an eye on her." Tense, they waited for the command; everybody wanted this call. "Brown and Collier; go." Some groaning arose, but it was quickly stifled under the director's warning glare. "Please order yourself, men! Stop standing around like nervous schoolgirls wanting to audition for a play. Disorder does not fit into the qualifying criteria of a secret agent."

Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fünf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn...Aufwachen...

As the men quickly filed into their respective positions, the outlines of girls appeared slowly. The nine look-alikes became fully visible, startling the men. Director Carlton lost his composure, the fear quickly spreading from his eyes to his whole body.

"Don't stand there like some lily-livered schoolboys! SHOOT!!!"

Elf, Zwölf, Dreizehn, Vierzehn, Fünfzehn, Sechzehn, Siebzehn, Achtzehn, Neunzehn, Zwanzig...Aufwachen...

(Eins = One)

("Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fünf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn...Aufwachen..." = "Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten...Wake up...")

("Elf, Zwölf, Dreizehn, Vierzehn, Fünfzehn, Sechzehn, Siebzehn, Achtzehn, Neunzehn, Zwanzig...Aufwachen..." = "Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty...Wake up...")