Daniel rolled down the street, his eyes darting around and trying to find any unusual activity. As he skated along, the platoon of Hotel Moscow troops marching in the shadows behind him, he recounted the conversation he'd had with Chang the day before.
Daniel was on his bunk in Hotel Moscow HQ when he felt the hotline ringing and knew it was Chang.
"Kid, we have to talk." Chang said urgently. "Warehouse Five, three blocks to the left of the Lagoon Company's offices. Get there in ten minutes and don't be late."
With that, Chang hung up and Daniel started towards the door. He got a few metres down the hall when he was confronted by the walking tank that was Boris.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"I've gotten a job from another client. I have to keep up appearances, don't I?" Daniel said.
Boris looked at Daniel with piercing eyes as he digested the information. "Very well. You may go."
"Thank you." Daniel said as he walked past before donning his rollerblades and skating away.
Boris looked over his shoulder to see if the boy had gone out of hearing range and brought a concealed walkie talkie up to his head. "The boy has found a new means of communication."
"Has he now? Oh that naughty, naughty boy. Get Lebowski to keep an eye on him. We don't want him doing anything that will affect the operation." Balalaika said.
"Understood."
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Daniel soon found the warehouse, a large squat grey building with a factory style roof. Outside of it were parked three expensive looking black cars with tinted windows. Daniel took off his rollerblades and walked inside, where he was stopped by two guards.
"We'll have to search you. Same deal as at HQ." one of the guards said.
"Go ahead." Daniel said, allowing himself to be searched. His guns, armour and grenades were taken off him and then he was allowed to see Mister Chang.
Chang sat in the middle of the warehouse at a folding table, another black suited man just behind him. Another seat was set up for Daniel.
"Okay kid, I've been hearing some pretty bad things might be happening soon." Chang said as Daniel took his seat. "I have heard that you're going to be parading a package of super high explosives all the way up the main street of Roanapur, waiting for Carlotta's rag-tag bunch of goons to try and steal it, then getting Hotel Moscow to jump on them and tail them back to their headquarters before blowing them all sky high. Am I correct?"
"Word for word Mister Chang." Daniel said. "But unfortunately I've got no say in the matter. And I have a feeling that if I tried to speak up or refuse then I would have enough lead in me to sink a small boat."
Chang looked at Daniel from behind his sunglasses, a thin stream of white smoke wafting up from his cigarette. "Well I think you'll know that I just can't allow this. This operation of Balalaika's puts not only innocent civilians at risk, but it could also attract some unwanted attention from outside sources. Mainly military police and other governments. Not to mention Carlotta is a lot smarter than she gives her credit for. Carlotta may actually be trying to humiliate Balalaika by luring her soldiers into an ambush. She may have a contingency for that, but I still don't want to take any chances."
"So I take it you already have a plan?" Daniel asked.
"That's the problem. I only just learned about this, so I've got nothing yet." Chang sighed, making an exaggerated shrug. "But…"
"But?"
"There is this one guy I know. His name is Rock. Or Rokuro Okajima if you want to be all polite about it. An ex-businessman from Japan before he was kidnapped by Lagoon Company. He's been working with them ever since his last company ditched him. He managed to negotiate his way out of Balalaika's gun to his head without making himself look weak or losing his pride. That man's got balls of steel, but he's pretty easy to fool into working for you." Chang explained. "He managed to keep a psychopath of a maid from killing a squad of American special ops repeatedly all in the space of a single night. If anyone can make a plan in time that won't result in the destruction of Roanapur, it's him."
"So should I expect a call from him?" Daniel asked.
"I would expect so." Chang said before standing up. "For now, you just dance to Balalaika's flute. We don't exactly need her to know what's going on. After Rock makes his new plan, I'll try to contact Balalaika and try to convince her of the errors of her plan."
Daniel nodded and left the warehouse. Chang sighed and started to walk back to his car, his right hand man in tow.
"I swear Biu, it's like the universe is conspiring to give me a headache." Chang grumbled. "I think it'll be time for a summit after all this is over. Boy won't that be fun?"
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Gunfire sounded from across the street as a small bullet thudded harmlessly into Daniel's armour, surprising him. Taking out a smoke grenade, he dropped it at his feet and ducked into an alley, his escape obscured by the smoke. He poked his head around the alley and saw that an entire shooting gallery of goons had poked their head out of the windows of a tall building before several of them fell out, the walls around them painted with blood.
Daniel ducked back into cover and got out his hotline phone. "Any minute now…"
As Daniel said this, the phone started to buzz. Flipping it open he put it to his ear just as a grenade exploded outside the alley.
"Hello?!"
"I take it you're Hermes?" the voice on the other end asked in an annoyingly casual tone.
"If you haven't noticed I'm in the middle of a warzone! So what's this plan of yours Mister Okajima?"
Rock was quiet for a little while before speaking again. "Wait until the goons start to run and Hotel Moscow follows them, then follow them until you see the third alley on your right."
"Got it." Daniel said.
"I'll call you back when you get there." Rock said as the call ended.
Daniel peeked out of cover and saw that the goons were running away from the windows as an RPG went through one and exploded on the inside of the building. Daniel began to move behind the soldiers, hanging back just enough that he was out of sight. Then when the alley came up he darted inside. That's where Daniel found several of Chang's men, guns drawn, peeking around the corner.
"You get here just in time little boy." Said Shenhua as she stepped out from inside an alcove. "Look like we be working together, yes?"
"I suppose so Miss Shenhua." Daniel said. "Do you know the next step of the plan?"
"That what you supposed to know, right?" Shenhua asked just before Daniel's phone started ringing.
"Put me on loudspeaker." Rock said before continuing. "Okay, here's step two. Shenhua and Chang's men will make a perimeter around the small office block five hundred metres from your current position while Daniel sets the charges around it. After which Balalaika should order her men to set off the explosives. Don't worry, I've convinced her to follow our plan."
"How?"
"The hows and whys aren't important right now, just follow the plan!" Rock ordered before the call ended with a click.
"Well you heard the man. Let's move." One of the suits said as he and the others started running. Daniel and Shenhua kept up with them and started talking.
"So what part are you playing here Miss Shenhua?" Daniel asked.
"I here because Chang pay me to. Said something about making sure you or his men don't die." She shrugged. "Also told me that you told him about my chunyao."
"I… I didn't know what it was at the time." Daniel said, feeling his ears turn red.
"Normally I would skin the hide of your ass and carve it off, but that not what Chang's paying me to do." She said. "Besides, you remind me of my brother a little."
"You have a brother?"
"He dead now." She said strangely nonchalantly.
"Oh. I uh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. He was an ass. He was cute, but then he just want to torture instead of kill. Then he try to torture me. I stuck my knife so far down his throat it came out his ass."
"Well that was… needlessly graphic." Daniel groaned as they reached the destination. "I'll set the charges."
"Good little boy." Shenhua said, taking out two shiny silver kukris from seemingly nowhere. As Daniel started setting the charges, shouting and cursing started coming from the inside of the building. The door burst open and a man in a wifebeater top stood with an SMG pointed in front of him.
He was about to shout something before a flash of silver caught Daniel's eye. One of Shenhua's kukris were buried in the man's throat, a red silk cord leading into the Chinese woman's manicured hand. The gun clattered to the ground as the giant knife tore out of his body and sailed back into the woman's hand.
"What you waiting for little boy, set the other charges!" Shenhua ordered, absentmindedly cleaning the blood off the knife.
Daniel hurried with the rest of the charges as more goons started firing from the building with Chang's men returning fire with their pistols, planting them around the corners and other supporting structures before skating away from it. Chang's men and Shenhua ran away from the building just before the charges exploded, causing the building to collapse, crushing the goons inside it.
Daniel looked back at the ruined building and saw a broken arm jutting out from it, its fingers hanging off the palm by just a thread. Daniel felt the bile rise in his throat, but he managed to hold it down.
"You okay little boy?" asked Shenhua. "You look sick."
"I'll be fine. I hope." Daniel said.
*v*v*v*
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It had been a few days since the operation. He hadn't been contacted by either Balalaika or Mister Chang, so he guessed they were still in negotiations.
Daniel was sitting on the end of his bunk, counting out his money. A lot of it was in Baht, but if his transactions were correct, it totalled up to just over seven hundred thousand dollars! Daniel put the money into his lap, very tempted to get out of Roanapur right then and there, but he resisted the urge.
"Three hundred thousand more and I can say goodbye to Roanapur." Daniel sighed. "Ah, so close, yet so far…"
Daniel wadded up the money again before returning to his thoughts. How would he hide all the money now that a soldier knew where he stashed it? After all, he didn't want Balalaika to use it as leverage against him. There weren't any banks in Roanapur, and even if there was, he doubted he would trust them enough to store his money. Same with Balalaika and Chang.
Eventually Daniel decided upon keeping it in the box he used to store grenades for his grenade pistol. Flopping back onto his bunk, he stared at the ceiling and waited for something to happen.
His hand went to his pocket and he felt something. Taking it out of his pocket he saw it was the crest Garcia had sent him. Maybe he should take him up on his offer…
No. Daniel didn't want to be caught up in another situation like Roanapur. He wanted a life free of crime after wading through all the shit Roanapur had to offer. After he collected his million, he would lay down his winning cards, cash in his chips, sever his ties and take the first jet out of here.
The entire city was just one big poker game. Just as he was one of the players.
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"A poker game huh? Well I've heard worse things being used to describe this city." Bao said.
"Most of which are pretty accurate." Hermes said.
"Wait, you said you had something like seven hundred grand in your back pocket. Why the fuck are you still here again? Somebody burn that too?"
"No thankfully, but actually, this is my last night in Roanapur." Hermes said, looking at his untouched shot. "I've got my travel ticket, my luggage is packed and I've handed in my letters of resignation. I've got one more day to hang around here before I go to the airport."
"Aren't you worried that somebody is gonna try and jump you? I don't know about you, but just disappearing would be the smartest thing to do. What if Balalaika or Chang thinks you know too much about their business and tries to kill you?"
Daniel laughed before pulling out his sidearm and grenade pistol. "That's what these are for."
"Your funeral kid." Bao shrugged. "Where're you off to anyway?"
"Back to Australia. I always wanted to live in a place close to the beach." Daniel said.
"But what happened between then and now? You still haven't told me how this all ends."
"It started with Chang telling me the outcome of the little meeting he had with the Four Heads." Daniel explained.
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Daniel was in the marked district of Roanapur, treating himself to a bowl of udon noodle soup. He hadn't tried it before and he was certainly glad he tried it now. The seat across from him slid backwards and Mister Chang sat down.
"Hey kid. How've you been these past few days?"
"I've been alright Mister Chang." Daniel said after finishing a mouthful of noodles. "Got a few pocket change jobs and thought I'd treat myself."
"It certainly looks tasty."
"No entourage today? Seems a little unusual." Daniel said.
"Look around a little harder kid, my guys can blend into the crowd." Chang said. Sure enough, Daniel spotted a few men in black suits standing around, glancing in their direction from behind black sunglasses.
"So what brings you to my office today?" Daniel chuckled.
"Well, it's related to that narrowly averted disaster a few days ago." Chang said. "The summit of the Four Heads has finally made a decision."
"And what's that?"
"The Carlotta Cartel presence here in Roanapur has to be eliminated, and while you destroyed their headquarters, Carlotta is still six feet above where we want her." Chang said. "Y'see, she wasn't in her HQ when you blew it to pieces. She was actually snorkelling down at the beach."
"Seriously?" Daniel asked, slightly dumbfounded.
"I don't doubt my sources." Chang said. "Anyway, it's been decided that a bounty will be put on her head by the local police."
"Roanapur has a police force?" Daniel asked incredulously. "It's just one surprise after another."
"Your sarcasm is duly noted. But the reason I'm here today is because there was a note that was addressed to me that has you as a secondary recipient." Chang said, taking out an envelope from his black overcoat and sliding it across the table to Daniel. Opening it, he read the message.
'Dear Mister Chang of the Sun Yee On Triad.
Hello, this is Carlotta speaking. I'm a new P.O.I (that's Person Of Interest if you've forgotten your T.L.A's) in Roanapur and I can't help but notice that my headquarters have been demolished while I was out snorkelling. That's such a funny word. Spelt funny too. Snorkelling. Sorry, back to the topic at hand. Anyway, imagine my surprise and chagrin to find that my house and base of operations had been razed to the ground while I was testing out my new rubber ducky ring and snorkel.
One of my informants has told me that your men were responsible for the destruction, but I have also heard that a guy called Daniel Harkness was the one who set the charges. Heard of him? I hope so. Anyway, this was the guy who not only played a part in dismantling my hard earned, disappointingly short lived criminal empire in Jamaica, but also saved that Ivan bitch Balalaika from becoming a criminal mastermind of the Jamaican sea floor. Now that he's blown up my house, that's the final straw. If you are reading this, Daniel "Hermes" Harkness, know this. I am offering you one chance to redeem yourself. Come to the place where you blew up my house in say, three or so days, and we'll fight each other. No traps, no tricks, just manno a womanno. There's going to be cake afterwards! For me anyway, you'll be dead.
Hugs and kisses
-Carlotta'
"She really is a strange one, isn't she?" Chang asked. "So what are you going to do?"
"I don't really have any reason to fight her. If she wants to try and kill me, let her try, but I'm not going to be the one to kill her." Daniel said, screwing up the letter into a ball and tossing it into an open bin.
"Come on kid, this problem's not going to go away on its own." Chang said. "Besides, she only wants to fight you, so why not bite the bullet and kill her?"
"That's the entire point I'm trying to make here Mister Chang. I'm not going to kill anyone ever again. I've got more than enough blood on my hands." Daniel said.
"Alright, how about if I paid you? Ten thousand grand to get rid of this problem for me." Chang said.
"Why are you trying to get me to kill someone?" Daniel asked. "If you want a murderer, there's more than enough around in Roanapur! Hell, do it yourself if you feel up to it but just don't drag me into this!"
Chang stared at Daniel before sighing the way a school principal would sigh when a good student got into trouble. "Now look Daniel, this woman wants one thing and one thing only. She wants to try and kill you. Getting someone else to do it would be disrespecting her final wishes."
"You make it sound like she's already dead." Daniel said.
"Take a look around kid, most of the people walking around today are already dead. Dead inside or dead but walking, take your pick. That's why they call Roanapur the City of the Dead." Chang said, gesturing around. "Besides, last time I checked your kill count was about eighteen, counting your brief fling in Jamaica. What's one more on your conscience?"
Daniel felt the words sink into his mind like a dagger. Choices swirled around in his now confused mind like his now forgotten udon.
"I can't. I won't. I won't take any more lives." Daniel said. "I don't care how much money you give me, but I won't kill her for you."
"Look Daniel, Carlotta is a big problem to Roanapur, and you're the only one who's able to deal with it. This may be a city full of scum and villainy, but it's still an official city. Carlotta doesn't seem to have enough patience or drive to keep quiet about her activities and that'll cause big problems for everyone if she isn't dealt with quickly."
"I'm sorry Mister Chang, my decision is final." Daniel said as he stood up.
"Alright Daniel, you've made your point." Chang said as he stood up. "I won't push the matter, but if Carlotta kills you, it's not my problem. Later Hermes."
As Chang left, so did his men. Daniel looked at his food, sitting forgotten on the table. Suddenly he didn't feel hungry at all. So he left. Daniel made his way through the crowd of people away from the market district when he saw someone move through the crowd. It was quite possibly one of the most suspicious looking characters in a city full of shady people. The figure was wearing a conical straw hat and a dark cloak, despite the warm weather.
Daniel kept his eye on the figure as he moved through the crowd, but when he was about to pass by the figure, the cloak parted. A giant under over shotgun rose up from behind the cloak and Daniel threw himself to the ground as people started to scream and run. Carlotta smiled as she fired the gun up into the air twice, watching civilians run and the entire market street empty. Daniel was stepped on more times than he cared to count, and when it was finished, it was just him and Carlotta in the market street.
Daniel coughed as he got up, making sure that none of his bones were broken. Carlotta just stood there, her cloak thrown back and the shotgun over her shoulder.
"Long time no see, eh Daniel?" Carlotta asked.
"I thought you wanted to fight three days from now." Daniel coughed.
"Eh, I got bored. Besides, I'm still really pissed off at you for foiling my plans, destroying my property and killing my men. So I'm going to kill you now. Hope you don't mind." She said casually, reloading her shotgun.
Daniel jumped over a table and flipped it over, using it for cover as he unholstered his sidearm. No combat armour, no smoke grenades, no grenade pistol, not even his rollerblades. Just his Makarov and a crazy British-Jamaican woman armed with a shotgun designed for killing elephants.
Daniel peeked out of cover and fired off a few rounds but Carlotta dodged them all as she ran towards him. One shot blew away the flimsy wooden table, but Daniel was already moving. Keeping low and always moving, Daniel tried to at least slow Carlotta down by shooting her in the arms and the legs. He managed to get a shot into her shoulder, but that only seemed to make her angrier.
Carlotta lined up her shotgun and fired. Several of the shotgun pellets missed, but enough went through his left leg to cause him to scream and fall to the ground. Blood was soaking into the dust as Daniel tried to crawl away. He heard Carlotta's footsteps behind him and her shotgun open, two empty shells falling into the dirt.
"You know, I think I'll miss you. You had a nice way of addressing people and a friendly mannerism. I hope they put that on your tombstone." She said as she planted a boot onto Daniel's back. "What's the quote to say in this situation again? Ah never mind. I'm sure I'll think of it later."
Daniel started to panic. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to kill. What was he going to do?
'I don't want to kill anyone!'
'Strike quickly and without remorse. That is the only way you will survive here.'
'Strike without remorse. The only way to survive.'
'Strike! Survive!'
'SURVIVE!'
Instinct kicked in, wild and untamed. Time slowed down as his hand went to the combat knife hidden in his pants. The blade sliced through the air before stabbing into Carlotta's leg. Carlotta howled in pain before stepping off Daniel, giving him enough time to roll over and sit up. Daniel aimed the pistol at Carlotta and before he knew what he was doing, he squeezed the trigger.
Bang.
It all happened in an instant. In an instant, a hole barely the size of a pen lid was bored right through Carlotta's forehead. Her face was a mask of shock and pain. The conical straw hat fell from her head as she tipped backwards, the shotgun sliding from her grip, Daniel's knife still buried in her knee.
Carlotta fell into the dust, the blood from her head spattering across the ground and seeping into the dirt. The pain in Daniel's leg turned numb and Daniel felt hollow inside, just like his moment of insanity when he killed Ronnie the Jaws and his men.
Daniel was dimly aware of more footsteps, some hurried, but there was one pair that was moving at walking pace. Daniel heard Mister Chang take a drag from his cigarette before breathing out a cloud of smoke.
"Wow kid. Looks like I didn't have to goad you into it after all. So much for your moral code, right?"
Daniel clutched at his bleeding leg and shuddered. "Mister Chang. With all due respect; Please shut the fuck up."
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Daniel was back in the medical ward for Hotel Moscow. He had just finished relaying the events of that day to Balalaika, who wore a neutral expression.
"I thought I had trained you better." She sighed before lighting another of her cigars. "You should't have gotten yourself injured like that. If you had killed her then and there that would have been the end of it. But you just had to get shot."
Daniel didn't say a word. He just opened and closed his hands again and again. He swore he saw blood on them, even though he had cleaned them three times.
"Capitan, with all due respect, he is still just a child." Boris said. "He isn't used to combat or the injuries that come with it."
"I know that Sargent. However, I will not tolerate weakness anywhere in Hotel Moscow. It is weakness that results in dead soldiers." She said sadly.
Daniel was sill quiet. He still couldn't feel anything inside of him. He still felt hollow. He couldn't even feel his own heartbeat. But he understood why. His other murders had been as a result of insanity or actions he was forced into making. Carlotta though. He killed her intentionally. Nobody else forced his hand, even though Chang tried to.
"Daniel, I am going out to dinner tonight at one of Chang's more exclusive restaurants. He has invited you as well. Will you be coming?"
Daniel mulled the option around in his head. The appeal of fine food was somewhat rubbed away by the blood he had spilled earlier that day. But he remembered the days he spent alone in a small apartment after he massacred the Italians. How lonely it felt. The company wasn't what he would have picked, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"Alright." Daniel said.
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The car stopped at one of the few large buildings that dotted Roanapur. Daniel got out of the car on his crutches along with Balalaika, who was dressed in her usual attire. Daniel on the other hand wore a deep blue silk shirt and a white tie, suit coat and suit pants as well as a pair of white leather shoes. His left leg was still covered in a cast, as the shotgun blast had broken his leg in some places, but the painkillers were working fine. Daniel's Makarov was also tucked into his suit pocket at Balalaika's request. Boris was also with them, dressed in a plain black suit with a red shirt and black tie.
The group of Balalaika, Daniel and Boris entered the restaurant. It was a very classy looking establishment. Red paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, softly illuminating the restaurant and the circular tables below them, which were covered in rich red tablecloths and fine china and gleaming silver cutlery. The establishment was surprisingly empty except for an area at the centre of the restaurant that was in a slightly sunken area. Above the large table hung a crystal chandelier. Sitting at the table were two people, Chang and his ever present right hand man. Daniel had heard his name was Biu.
"Ah, good to see you all!" Mister Chang said. "How are you recovering, Daniel?"
"The painkillers are working." Daniel said as they all took a seat.
"Good to hear. The others should be arriving shortly." Chang said.
"Oh? Who else have you invited?" Balalaika asked.
"The other two Heads, Lagoon Company and a few other people from around town." Chang said.
As the night went on, more and more people entered the restaurant. A fat Mexican man in an entirely out of place Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and orange sunglasses, an lean Italian man with slicked back hair and a steel grey suit, Shenhua in a beautiful red Chinese dress followed by a scarred woman with black hair in a black Victorian style dress and a man with silver hair and rectangular sunglasses in a black tuxedo.
Then Lagoon Company came in. Benny was wearing a normal looking suit with the addition of an eight bit style tie, Dutch was in a mossy green tuxedo to match his sunglasses, and Rock was wearing a regular white shirt and a red tie. But the real surprise came from Revy.
She was wearing a dress.
It was a shiny black figure hugging dress with small pinpricks of silver that extended down to her ankles. But then Daniel noticed something else.
Revy was wearing high heels.
Even her hair had been changed from its usual rough ponytail to flowing freely down her back. Daniel wasn't even sure it was the same person who had pointed a gun at him so many times.
"Hey there Revy, you look like a million bucks." Chang said.
"Nice to see you too boss." Revy rolled her eyes. "Big sis, I don't know how you can fucking walk in these things all day. They're uncomfortable as shit!"
Yup. Same woman.
"Well, now that the gang's all here, let's start this shindig!" Chang announced. Several waiting staff came out from behind various curtains that were hung over almost hidden doorways, carrying various trays laden with food. Daniel waited until his dish arrived, a steaming bowl of udon noodle soup. Though Daniel thought udon was Japanese instead of Chinese, he didn't complain.
While everyone was eating, the others talked amongst themselves. Chang was chatting with Balalaika, the Mexican and the Italian, while Shenhua's group congregated over by Lagoon Company.
"So twinkie, why the nice dress? You try to impress Rock?" Shenhua grinned.
"Fuck up Chinglish. Boss said formal wear, so I got this tailored by some guy in the marketplace." Revy snorted.
"It is a very nice dress." Rock smiled, taking a bite of his meal.
Daniel wasn't really too keen on joining either group. Instead he just sat there, eating his udon and thinking. He was adapting to life in Roanapur. He just hoped he could change back.
"Hey… Hermes… Won't you… join us?" asked an electronic sounding voice. Daniel looked up and saw that it was the woman in the Victorian dress. Looking closer, Daniel realised that she had a wide scar across her throat that was partially hidden by a black device wrapped around her neck. "You look… lonely."
"I guess I just have a lot on my mind." Daniel said.
"Like what?"
"I… I've killed too many people." Daniel said. "Mum and Dad would probably be horrified at what I've done if they were still alive."
"Did you… kill them… on purpose?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I think it was just instinct." Daniel shrugged. "I wouldn't have killed them if I had any other options."
"Then why do you feel bad about it?" asked a new person, the man with silver hair. "There were no other options. You shouldn't feel bad about a situation you couldn't control."
Daniel knew the truth of the words the man said. "I don't think we've been introduced." He said, shifting around in his seat and extending his hand in greeting. "My name is Daniel 'Hermes' Harkness. It's good to meet you."
"Fredrica… Sawyer…" the woman said, shaking Daniel's hand with hers.
"Lotton the Wizard." said the silver haired man, adjusting his sunglasses.
At that moment, Revy looked up from her other conversation and saw Lotton.
"Hey, didn't I kill that guy?"