The man shrugged. "Beats me," in the same familiar voice. "Now, before reinforcements come here," he leaned forward, "you better get out of here, no?" With a very childish grin, he vanished.
...
Taking his advice, IdentityUnknown quickly ran, but was stopped by a voice that called out to her.
"Wait right there, girl."
The voice came from an old man wearing regal-looking green robes. His face had traces of Chinese origin.
"You no longer exist." The man quickly rose his arm, and from it fired a projectile that tore through IU's heart. Her body crumpled to the floor in a pool of blood. Then, he gestured to the shadows, where a girl that looked exactly like IU came out of.
"So, this is the girl," the fake IU remarked. "And I'm supposed to take her place."
The old man nodded. "Even though we already have a spy within their midst...it helps to have a backup plan. Anyways, do you have all the necessary information?"
"Yes," the fake IU said. "I know all of their passwords, and all of their members. I know how everyone addresses each other, and I also have her personality down to the minute details."
"Your job is to lead them into our trap. Inform them of the location of our hostage, Misaki, who is currently unconscious in a cell that is heavily guarded. Of course, do this subtly. Once they arrive, subdue them. The other spy will assist you in this matter. Then take them to our headquarters, and we will kill them all in one sweep." He gestured with his arm.
Then, the old man turned around, and started walking. "Don't mess up." A few seconds later, the man vanished.
"Whatever," the fake IU retorted. And he/she vanished.
Then, IU stirred. One of her eyes opened, scanning the area. She stood up, and took off her jacket that was full of fake blood packets. Then she reached for her face, and tore the mask right off, revealing another face. A very familiar face. Mark.
