Tiny Itty bitty revision/edit/clarification in ch 49. This is what happens when you write too fast.
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btw tahnks for reviews all. tbh I had no idea some of you guys even read this lol.
Leona exhaled and slowly stood up. She didn't even glance to her feet, where her latest victim lay. She flicked her knife, waited to hear blood splatter on the asphalt below, then sealthed it. That was seventeen. It had taken her 16 and a half minutes. For whatever reason, fourteen of her eighteen targets were all gathered in a large warehouse, just mooching around a large, important looking (but empty) box, like they were waiting for someone to shoot.
She was quite proud that she had managed to pick off 6 of them before the remaining nine got nervous. She found it strange that with a group that size - they hadn't thought to patrol the perimeters. However, from how the force moved - Leona knew they were well trained. Some even ex-military.
They looked like they were guarding something… but there was nothing in the box? Strange… oh well…
It wasn't a perfect stealth run, since she had been spotted several times, but frankly - Ralf didn't need to know that. Leona's chief concern was getting out of potato duty.
No... actually, her first priority was to rescue Whip. Then came Potato duty.
Yeah… Hm? What's that?
A noise rang out near the back of the room. Leona frowned, then drew her firearm and padded silently toward it, aiming down sights. She waited to hear any movement before she quickly rounded the corner and checked the room. It was small and concrete. There was a window to the left, which let some air and light in. The subject of the room was one of those cheap - metal foldable chairs. Upon it was a dirty towel. Beneath the fabric, something was buzzing and clattering against the metal. Echoing loudly.
The vibration of a cell phone?
… hm…
Leona glanced at her watch. She wasn't pushed for time - she still had 2 minutes before she hit the 18 minute mark she gave herself. She checked the floor for traps, then approached to lift the towel with her muzzle barrel.
As suspected, it was a phone, and it was ringing.
The caller ID?
Iori (Band)
Leona blinked, then shook her head. This was likely some sort of trap. Who's phone was this, and why would Iori be calling? Did the people here know she would be coming? Did they know she might be tempted to pick up? Impossible. She pulled out her knife and slid it underneath the phone, checking for wires.
Clean.
She picked it up and stared at it, watching it buzz until the call went to voicemail.
Is it really him? Stop it Leona.
She huffed to herself and pocketed the phone before turning on her heel and continuing through the building. She had killed 17 guards, she had yet to find the last one. Perhaps Whip had counted incorrectly and there was more than one running about, so she took mental note to remain careful. Leona hadn't had time to bring too much technology with her, since she left in such a rush - otherwise she would have brought her GPS tracker. Whip was tagged when she retired from the combat force and became an intelligence asset. IKARI knew of her whereabouts at all times.
I thought I grabbed it… oh well. I'll just have to search carefully…
Leona shrugged, adjusted her vest, and continued onwards.
It took Yag 9 chapters to get a new cellphone.
Imagine Leo picked up? nah - it wouldn't help. She's also out of the loop lmao.
Btw, Shermie is long dead. Her body slapped itself into red mush about half an hour ago.
