…It's about time.

I'd say I should stop playing around and start working, but I don't think anyone else agrees, so I'll just say that I'm sadly working again.

Despite the absurd and disgusting events that happened on that week, I couldn't bring myself to leave without saying a word to my contact, and it was not easy—in fact it was never easy—to wake her up, so I was simply watching the news.

Then I changed my mind and had been watching the black screen ever since.

Yeah, it is depressing, but this goddamn story is as depressing as it could be.

I recounted my thoughts as I was trying my utmost not to fall asleep. This was more of an infiltration than confrontation, so I didn't need heavy artilleries, and that of course include bazooka, blood mines, machine guns or anything on those lines. Of course I packed claymores and grenades and the like, all covered in my blood.

What I really needed in this mission was the snipers and the new gun I recently bought with a ridiculous price. This will be the first time to use it, and I hope it's worth the price.

That said, it looked the same. It looked just like that same old revolver.

I twitched. The girl woke up. She's probably thinking of going to shower or something, and realizes that I'm not by her side and come out to look for me.

Sure enough, the door opened. I grunted at the sight of a silver-haired girl wearing nothing but my long white t-shirt.

"…How's your sleep?" I asked. This was surprisingly a loaded question, since Index didn't say anything as she tried to form the words inside her mouth.

"…It was okay," she finally said. "What are you wearing?"

"My beloved hoodie," answered I. Duh.

"No, that's not…why do you…" She sighed out and put her hand on her waist. "Going to work?"

"Don't make it sound like I've done this a number of times," said I. "Yes, I'm going out. Your old man is getting hasty. He's worried that I would not be able to do the job if I waited any longer. That geezer."

"Well that's just not true."

"Thanks for the compliment, but it might be. These guys settled in Africa and is even starting to influence the churches of the west."

She didn't say anything. I sighed and stood up. It wasn't worth waiting for her to say anything anyway. I opened the drawer under the TV and got out the two titanium knives. It was still bright out, but I wasn't going to stay unarmed when the whole nation was practically up to my neck. I slid the two knives into the concealed sheath behind my back and grabbed the keys on the TV. After kicking the drawer close, I turned to face Index who was walking to the refrigerator.

"I'll be back in about three days," I said. "Have dinner ready for me."

Index pretended to not listen as she opened the ref and took out a carton of eggs. I sighed again and walked towards the door.

"…Have a safe trip."

"I'll try," I said. I opened the door and left.

I never turned back.

Now that I rethink on it, I should have at least looked at her face again.