Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
Italics=thoughts
Italics/Bold=Flashback
"Normal"=Talking
"Bold"=Shouting
The small patisserie in front of me looked just like any other patisserie, but I knew better. The owner of this place is a retired assassin that is now an information broker.
A few weeks after I escaped from the Estraneo all those years ago, I was found by the patisserie owner when I was half dead with starvation. He toke care of me and even trained me in the art of assassination. His name is Abel Rees, but the current alias that he is using is Lorenzo Vastola. I opened the door and walked to the counter as I heard the bell on top of the door ring.
As soon as I reached the counter, an old man seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the other side. "Opal! How are you? It's been so long since the last time you visited." He said before rushing around the counter to give me one of his famous bear hugs. The man had completely gray hair perfectly slicked back in order to hide any of his bald spots and he was also a half foot taller than me.
He had dark brown eyes that at first glance seemed black as night. He was wearing a black sweater vest over a white button up shirt and the ugliest tie I have ever seen. It was bright red with snowmen dressed in green decorating it. The dark brown khaki pants and black loafers completed the look.
"Lorenzo, how many times have I told you to stop calling me opal? And what is with that tie?! It isn't even Christmas! It's the middle of April!" I said. "You have told me to stop calling you that 1,573,387 times and my tie isn't that bad." He whined. I just sighed and gave him an exasperated look. Once he finally stopped trying to strangle me with his hugs, he asked, "What did you come by for? Since I know this isn't a social visit." Perceptive as always. I thought with a fond smile on my face.
"You're correct. I need information on my newest target." "Hmm, I see. Well, who's the unlucky idiot this time?" He moved behind the counter as he spoke and started preparing my usual, a slice of strawberry cake, a cinnamon roll, two orange and vanilla macaroons, and a slice of his famous apple pie.
"More like I'm the unlucky idiot since it's highly possible that I may not come back from this mission." I try not to drool as I say this. I can't wait to get my hands on those pieces of heaven. Lorenzo gave me a knowing smile before that smile turned into a frown as he processed what I said.
"It can't be that impossible. Unless you're going after the number one hitman, then I would tell you not to pull such a stupid stunt." By the end, he was giving me one of his sternest looks. I couldn't help, but sheepishly smile scratch the back of my head.
He sighed, "You are, aren't you?" The resulting silence was all the answer he needed. He sighed again and said, "Well, give me the rest of the week to find information on this 'target' of yours." I could tell he was skeptical about it and that he wanted to try to convince me to not go, but he also knew of my stubborn streak. I nodded and accepted the pastry bag held out to me.
I was about to get my wallet out when Lorenzo said, "It's on the house since this might be your last visit." I could tell he was sad about the whole thing.
I gave him a small smile as I turned around to leave. I left the patisserie and started the short walk back to my temporary residence. I'll go to the grocery store later. When I reached my apartment, I went to the living room to watch TV while I enjoyed my pastries.
After about an hour and a half, I got up and went to my room to change. I changed out of my usual outfit consisting of a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and black loafers into a pair of dark grey sweatpants, an orange shirt, and black tennis shoes. I made sure I had my phone and wallet as I left my apartment. When I got outside, I picked a random direction and went for my daily jog.
On my way back to the apartment, I stopped by the grocery store. When I finally got back, I put away all the groceries and looked at the wall clock next to the fridge. It's only 11:00am. I guess I can take a shower before looking at the information sent to me by the employer. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water. While I waited for the shower to warm up, I stripped out of my clothes and put them in the hamper next to the door. I checked the water to see if it was warm enough and deeming that it was, I got in the shower.
An hour later, I got out the shower and grabbed a towel in order to dry off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom.
I went to my bedroom to get clean clothes and decided to wear a pair of sweatpants that were exactly like the pair I was wearing before and a white long sleeved shirt. I also put on a pair of fluffy orange socks since the wood flooring is cold. I was about to leave my room when I saw my reflection in the large mirror next to the door.
I frowned and pulled on a piece of my chestnut hair. I'll have to go get my hair trimmed soon. My eyes trailed down until I was staring into my own eyes. They were an odd color since they were silver, but seemed to sparkle with all the colors of the rainbow. They looked just like opals so hence the name that Lorenzo calls me.
I turned away from the mirror and headed towards the living room. I collapsed onto the couch and grabbed my laptop. I turned it on and typed in my password. I went to my email and opened the email from earlier. I scrolled down till I reached the information I needed.
I first read the basic information that was provided, gender, birthdate, name, etc. Although, I felt like I should have already known all of this. I scrolled down to see what else the email contains. There wasn't anything else of use since it was all speculation and rumors.
I huffed and exited out of the email in order to see if there were any other jobs that I could do before Lorenzo finished getting the info that I need. I saw a few assassination jobs and a hacking job that I could finish within the allotted time. I emailed some of them back saying that I would take the jobs then I closed out of my email and got to work on the hacking job. This is going to be a long week.
