-Mika: a'right, be heading home once we're done.
-Germano: okay 💞 see you at home 🏠 stay safe and go shoot 🔫 them down.
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"Texting a girlfriend are we?"
Just as i was about to send my reply. A huge idiot popped beside me giggling like a f*cking water mouse.
"None of your business."
"Hoh.. It's fine. Just tell me how long have you had this girl without telling us? Months? Days?"
I'd f*cking remove the remaining days in your life. Is what i wanted to say but my extra-sensitive ears picked up the small creaking of the window that I'm sure is locked with triple layers of 'master-locks' and a steel plating.
Which only mean one thing...
"... Answer is, a few hours ago."
Leonardo ajustus. A serial hitman classified as an 'A' class threat with a whopping 200 billion bounty conveniently placed on this arrogant shithead.
"A girl she met at a bar in los angeles a while back. And, a girl that works directly under my orders. Ha Ha! Seriously Cael you're a real cherry boy filled with gunpowder but has no hope for women- "
I glimpse at a shadow that flinched beside me. Pulling out a handgun.
"Garisson, stand down."
"-but sir! Ajustus is right here! This is a perfect opportunity to catch him without his- "
"I SAID STAND THE F*CKING DOWN!"
Tsk, I really strained my voice there. Good thing sergeant finally withdrew his gun out of the face of the devil-in-a-tux standing by the window.
"Good job this time Cael. I thought there will be another bloodbath happening this time i take a peek at you in person.. "
"You talk too much, sit down bastard, don't get my floor dirtied by your shit-studded shoes."
"Okay~ Okay~ goinggg."
Shit. He's the one texting me. This f*cking bastard. I unconsciously released a bit intent to 'kill' to him but all i got in reply was a wink and a brush to the side from his shiny pubic golden ass hair.
"Garisson, don't make a move. I'll explain this once. This man.. This.. "
I glanced at Leo that replied with a nod and smile then continued.
"Leonardo Ajustus. If he is here, it means that the entire camp- No, the entire city might as well be hostage right now. So I'm telling you not to make any move that will put the city- The people in jeopardy, understood?"
Leo started to play a game on his silver box (Iphone) completely ignoring my explanation of the situation, The hostaging. Like it's an everyday occurence and he got tired and sick of hearing it.
"Garisson fetch some tea for the 'guest', And also ask someone for some 'advice' on 'serving' a 'guest'."
I decided to send off Garisson to make a report on the situation in case they're still not aware. I made sure to emphasize the keywords for him to fully understand. Just hope his brain isn't any smaller than a bird's.
"Yessir!"
I think he get it. Seeing his idiotic display of nodding vigorously like a kid that realized the meaning of his shitty life.
After i made sure to lock the doors and windows i immediately sat down and took out a voice recorder.
"Oh. Still got no trust in me huh? That makes me a little... Sad."
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"No, you f*cker. You understand this is a standard procedure. Everything you say must be recorded or else the higher-ups would go ballistic if i report empty handed."
I pressed the record button and ignored Leo's hippy yipyapping on his chair and asked a question.
"Mr. Leonardo Ajustus. State your business."
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After half an hour of discussing military relationships and connections, Leo's formal endeavor dropped along the press of the stop button.
"Can't believe you still use those things. Those are outdated like 2 decades now."
Leo's clearly ticking my bomb. He knows stuff but pretends otherwise. Well, all i could do is give it a shrug.
"Well, f*ck.. If you didn't made that fuss 5 years ago, i wouldn't be using a dusty old-shit 'Can' like this."
Leo put a finger on his chin like he's reminiscing about something. He's surely thinking about how he hacked the recorders and sent the whole command center's speakers blowing off moans and porn-cries that lasted half a day. Well, before being stopped by HQs top-tech team member.
"HaHaHa! Those were the good times. Then you went and implied the proverb "Mieux vaut prévenir que guérur"."
"Da f*ck what?!"
"It is the french for 'it is better to prevent than to heal' which~ almost goes like prevention is better than cure, no?"
"I don't know what the f*ck are you talking about but let me say this don't ever mess with my phone."
I reached out from my pocket and brought out my old-fashioned green-screened phone. (Nokia? Wtf?!)
"Like i could mess with the data of a phone like that."
Leo said, giggling, scoffing atop his seat. I sent him a glare to tell him i'm serious.
"Alright. Alright. I know. Enough with the laughs."
Leo arranged his tie and sat in a courtly manner. To be true i have my doubts if that expensive-looking suit jacket are a normal one, i heard about technologies that put bullet-proof plating across the fabric. Mainly for ass-paranoid shit heads that are afraid of being shot in the middle of their binge spending. But fortunately i'm not skeptical enough to question Leo about his suit for no f*cking reason.
-PROJECT GIDEON
A soft inorganic voice resounded in the room, Giving an atmosphere that you feel like you're inside an empty box.
""Accessing GIDEON database-
30 seconds to jerusalem-
29 seconds to betlehem-
28 seconds to-
Access granted-
Welcome sir Pewds-"
Well shit. When did the holographic sphere appeared? This doesn't feel like the camp anymore. Leo's got a smirk on his face, what a cunt.
"Accessing SUBJECT'S FILE-
30 seconds to atlanta-
29 seconds to mineCЯДF-//%!
Detecting forced access!-
Initiating protection level 5-
Protection level 5 breached-
Switching to remote sequence-
"Am i on? Hmm? This thing is- "
The sphere changed it's shape into a flat screen that either side is the same, seeing Leo's crumpling face that lit up again when he heard the voice of a girl that fits the word 'little'. The f*ck this guy a lolicon now? Then an image materialized and showed features of a girl with a rainbow colored hair tied up in a messy bun, eyes a little bit sunken but her pupils are still shining emerald. The girl shifted and fickled around the screen before stopping and staring straight at me.
"Good afternoon jolie petite ffille. "
Leo said a sentence that made me snap to reality back from my self-reflection and torture ideas i'm thinking of doing.
"Good afternoon. My CUTE. LITTLE. DAUGHTER."
"EEEEEEEK! No! Don't throw me! I'm sorry Papa!"
Damn that was a bit bizzare reaction there. And why the f*ck would i throw her?!
"What in the hell are you damn talking about?!"
Before i knew it my gears started spinning towards drill sergeant mode. But i surpressed it and spoke in the most calm tone i could muster.
"P-Papa? ye you're not using an angry voice? I'm not screwed?! I'm clear? Yay! Are you going t-"
"Stand up."
From behind the screen the girl stood up.
"Put your arms behind your head."
She did as so in an almost mechanical manner.
"Do 500 squats."
The girl started doing some squats with a face devoid of emotion, but her face is ckearky trembling and sweats started appearing when she's not even past 10 squats.
"That's mean Cael. Yulin is a hikikomori that's torture for her you know."
"That's what i plan to do to her."
Yulin is still continuing going up and down. I turned the volume down on the damn screen to not hear Yulin's rough breathing and panting. Makes my conscience sting a little. Just a little though.
"Leo, continue the briefing."
"Poor Yulin-chan. Okay~ I'll get straight to the point."
Leo tapped at the screen and a smaller version of it popped up. Showing a face of a girl, aged 7-8. White hair and blue eyes. Small frame even for her age, and a stitch ran across her left eye.
"So. What about her?"
She's also the girl that i rescued yesterday. Hiding in a closet inside a local toy shop. She seems traumatized as she don't talk to anyone except me, the one who brought her here.
"She's a 'PERFECT' Subject-"
My hairs stand on their ends when i heard that word. I could only imagine the things the poor girl would suffer from this freak show.
---
"Sir! Extraction Squad on standby!"
When i leave the room. A bunch of black helmet soldiers are lined up armed to the teeth with high-class weaponry that i won't even hope to touch.
"Go home! The asshole already went back. You won't catch anything."
I was making my way through the crowd when a black helmet asshole grabbed at my wrist.
"Hey, you wanna die? You bastard? I'll f*cking break your arm."
I opened my mouth but he still stood like a bullshit statue ocked onto my wrist.
"I'm sorry Sir but you will have to come with me for interrogation."
"Intero- what?! You f*cking makin a joke? Cause it ain't funny."
"Please sir, come in p- !"
I heard a crack from the helmet when my fist landed onto his face. I don't know if it's the black shell or his skull that cracked (maybe both) but i don't give a f*ck, he ran into some boiling steam engine. Shit, gotta release some heat or i'll seriously blow up.
"I'm invoking my rank here, so stand aside shitheads."
I raised my badge when i glimpse the hands reaching onto their guns. That's right, be a good little soldier and follow procedures.
---
After that i ate lunch and went to the nursing camps to check on the citizens. People with scars and burns are the majority while some have lost arms or a leg moaning painfully atop the beds.
I ignored most of them and greeted others who recognize me. A simple 'good day' and 'be well' along the way to my destination.
"Afternoon, you wimpy little kid."
The girl that has her white hair hung down raised her head, and a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes met mine. If not for my mental fortitude and decades of experience i might have spend my time staring at those beautiful eyes.
"Flashing your face when you still have eye-shit, have some sense of modesty."
"Mika. Mu.. Mika!"
"F*ck. You stink! When was the last time you took a shower? What the f*ck are those guys doing, neglecting their job."
The girl hugged me tightly and because of her small figure i can clearly crush her in a hug if i want to. Seriously this thing is dangerous, her charm when she grows up. I can only imagine men running to her like madman and wanting to rape and eat her whole.
I stared at her eyes again and felt the strange prick in my heart. She's troublesome. But we'll solve the problem when we get there.
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Rest of the day continued like usual. Bathing, helping refugees with their stuff. Blowing up shitheads who went near military safezone and crashing some improvised camps at night. It's time to take a sleep.
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When i wake up next morning, the first words i hear.
"Cael, we're going on a reconnaissance mission. Fourth district by the east, four houses are suspected to be inhibited. We'll do a rescue if the situation requires."
"Well, f*ck."