Une opened the door of her new quarters and stepped inside. When she had first moved in, she had been shocked at the size and luxuriousness of the three room apartment, but Treize had assured her that it was perfect.
Now she did not even look around her as she collapsed on the rather uncomfortable sofa, not caring that the cushions were as hard as rocks. She toed off her boots and flung an arm over her aching eyes. The bright light coming in through the open window was not helping her swiftly growing headache, and she wondered if she should kill herself to end the pain.
A ringing awakened Une from her nap. She did not even remember falling to sleep and was still tired, but dragged herself up, when her migraine began to return. She crossed over to the phone in the kitchen and held it up to her ear. "Une here."
"My child, it's time for a confession," the voice on the other end said, and then hung up.
Une put down the receiver. 'The old bastard found me. Well, I guess it's been long enough since I last heard from him.' She changed out of her uniform into a jogging suit and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
She left the base without being noticed and made her way to the cathedral in the small Belgian town. She brushed past a pair of old women and entered the confessional.
"Well, my child," rasped the priest; Une immediately recognized it as the one from earlier, "what made you do such a thing?"
"I couldn't kill him, so I simply began to protect him."
"Of all the assassins I've trained, why are you the only one to fail?"
Une snapped, "I didn't fail! I just changed who I'm working for! He's definitely paying more than you ever did!"
"If this is a matter of money, I can certainly accommodate your greed. Or is it a matter of personal attraction?"
"Don't be a fool! At least not more than you already are!"
"Une, I'm hurt. Truly, I am. Is there any way you will change your mind?"
"Nothing that you can do."
A sigh answered her. "I'm sorry for this then."
Something was thrown into the booth with her, and it took Une a moment to realize that it was a bomb. She leapt out of the confessional and scrambled around a corner. The explosion occurred the second she was behind cover, and then she noticed the "priest" running out the heavy oak doors of the church.
Cursing, Une pounded after him, dodging fallen masonry, but only gained the entrance to see a black car speeding away; she grabbed the gun in the waistband of her pants and fired at the vehicle, shattering the rear window, but doing no other damage.
The wail of sirens reached her ears, and she quickly returned to the base. On the way back, she examined the attempt on her life. 'He could've easily killed me, if he had really wanted to. Why didn't he? What's he up to now? And what does he want me to do?'