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-IIXII-
"Where is he?"
"We have received a report that our target has…taken up a job."
Adam turned around and faced the soldier under his command, and even with the mask covering the upper part of his face, the soldier was still able to see how confused he was at the news. "A job, you say?" he questioned.
"Indeed." The White Fang grunt nodded in confirmation. "Our recent report says that he is now working as a caretaker. Whether that is true or not is still unknown."
Adam folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Meaning?"
"The agent who reported this…was discovered and was unable to escape, so right now his fate is unknown. And that's not all. We are also unable to contact the group of soldiers who we sent in a few hours ago," the soldier reported. "Which is…unfortunate. Right now we have sent in a couple of agents to their last known location in order to-"
"You know damn well that it is unfortunate!" Adam roared, slamming his fist against the wall due to his uncontrollable anger. "It's that brat again, isn't it? He is the one who keeps giving us nothing but trouble during most of our ops…"
The soldier sighed. "Indeed he is. It is clear that most of our men are unsuitable enough to face him, so what do you suggest we do?"
Adam balled his hands into tight fists. "I would go there myself and deal with that vermin, but I have some other things that I need to attend to. Which would mean…that I will need help from an outsider," he muttered.
The White Fang soldier widened his eyes behind his mask. "H-Help from an outsider? A-Are you sure?"
"There is no other choice. I have lost too many people because of that little brat, and I cannot afford to lose more." Adam adjusted his mask, scowling as he did. "I know the perfect person for the job. I just need to show her the money, and in return, she will get it done."
The soldier nodded. "If you insist, Leader Taurus."
"Good." Adam turned around and went back to his chair. "In the meantime, go contact our little assassin. I am sure that she would love to hear from us. We are the ones who are going to pay her, after all," he said.
-IIXII-
It was good while it lasted, were the words which went through Tyrian's mind. A small frown found its way up to his face, which was, to be perfectly honest, a rare occurrence. A shame that it had to end so soon.
The tall man retracted his blades and released a sad sigh.
"You put up a good fight, but alas…"
The veteran Huntsman near Tyrian's feet attempted to crawl his way back to his blade, despite fully knowing that it was broken beyond repair. He grunted and crawled, only to end up coughing out blood when something came down and impaled him through his back.
"…your fighting skills were not enough. Do train more in the afterlife."
And with that, Tyrian's small frown was quickly replaced with a large, sadistic grin. He pulled his scorpion tail out of the man's body in a rough manner, which was actually his intent as he wanted to see his victim's blood splatter against the ground as well as the walls of the alley they were in.
"Gah!"
Tyrian giggled. "Music to my ears…"
The Huntsman slowly turned his head to face Tyrian, his eyes filled to the brim with hatred and rage. "Y-You'll…pay for this…you-"
His chance to cough out his last words never came as Tyrian decided to stab him through the neck with his blades, splattering more blood pretty much everywhere in the process.
"I will. Maybe." Tyrian chuckled, which soon turned into an insane laugh that scared away all the rats in the area. "Who knows? But you're dead now, so who cares!? Hahahahaha!"
The insane scorpion retracted his blades and hid his tail back inside his coat, but not before wiping away his victim's blood of course. Having his clothes dirtied would be a real pain to deal with.
"I'll just leave you here then," Tyrian said to the corpse as he walked away, a sickening smile plastered across his face. "Not like I give a damn to begin with. You can go rot yourself and get eaten up by rats for all I care. Hehehe…" He turned his head around, eyeing the corpse one last time. "But hey, at least you had a nice death. I rarely bring out my tail to finish the job," he said.
Y'know, even if you have a big tail that can pierce through concrete walls and poison others, in the end it would still be useless if you're unable to stab me with it! Hyahaha! Why don't you just go and chop it off or something? I'm sure you could turn it into a meal if you try hard enough!
Just then, the memory he hated so much suddenly came flashing inside his mind. And that ruined his mood entirely.
Of all the bad and humiliating things that he had experienced in the past, the one to appear inside his head so suddenly just had to be that one.
It really pissed him off.
Tyrian growled. "No matter. Once I figure out where you live, I will be sure to stab you with my tail until I. Am. Satisfied." With that said, his eyes turned deadly serious, along with the rest of his face. It was one hell of a frightening sight. No joke. "I will be sure to turn you into cheese when I am done with you, Terumi. And that, is a promise," he muttered.
-IIXII-
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