Trouble with Mossheads
Being the greatest hitman had caused Reborn a lot of crazy situations in his wake. The chaos he brought made all of the people around him question his sanity.
It amused him time and time again.
Yet, some of the chaos were not his doing. It's not amusing either.
Sometimes its quite mundane, and on the others… not so much. Let's just say, the world throws us in a ditch at the worst possible time.
Like in the middle of a heist.
Of the CIA headquarters.
In the middle of pentagon.
Normally, mafiosi won't bother going near the said institution. It's asking for an express ticket to Vindecare or the civilian prison. Whichever caught them first.
Most likely its the latter.
Fortunately for them they're not your average,normal mafiosi. So that's a plus.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS VERDE!?" He tried calling out to the scientist. He really did.
"The receptor is out. They're blocking us. " Mammon added. A tinge of annoyance left from their mouth as they cover themselves in flames.
"Great." He went down the nearest hallway. "Where's that manuscript?" Militias must have already deployed through the building. Paranoid civilians they are.
A piece of paper was all they have to get. They can just teleport themselves out of here.
Simple.
"This is why I told you not to get what you did you arrogant prick. "
Verde said no one in particular.
Originally he was not a part of the heist. Mammons illusions were more than enough to get those two out of there.
Reborn, no matter how he despise the man, has an above average skill at hacking. Fortunately for them the security was pitiful.
How did he get into the mission? Well. The asshole deemed the most monitored room in whole pentagon as safe.
What an idiot he is.
"We will be fine. The surveillance would be less than they said it was. I've been there already" Reborn reassured Luce for the last time as they board the helicopter.
"Remember. If anything backfires, give Verde a signal. He would get you guys out of there." Luce shot him a look. He didn't like the meaning behind it.
Especially when he would be surrounded by nosy peers at the convention.
In the same day of their heist.
He knows a disaster was waiting to strike.
He just hopes he won't get sucked into it.
He was going to pack his whole setup anyway. Might as well do it also.
The six of them continued to complete missions from the man in iron hat after the first mishap.
It only took them minutes to get the kid talk more of the watch. Besides the premises of the teleportation property she also talked about how it can also adjust its size.
Which is a bit extensive if you'd ask Reborn. They're not going to transform anytime soon.
Nonetheless, the kid continued ranting of its digitized database like a proud hen to its chicks.
She even sprouted flower and hearts out of nowhere. "Like, OhMyGasses andeverythingintangible. This watch once saved my life! So- it was my uncle's birthday and I totally forgot about it. Then-"
He thought she already showed her most ridiculous side. Apparently not.
From then on Veronica began to disappear several days. She didn't tell us what she did or where she was, its unusual to others since they were used to the kid meddling to their routines.
Even her assistance to some of them made them somewhat dependent on her.
As for Reborn, he thought he'd get his much deserved relaxation since her disappearance. It only unnerved him though.
Her disappearance first happened two days after she put an end to her gushing and explaining; he didn't understand how she could do both and still make it understandable.
She came back on the night of the same day.
It eased all of their him it was the ease of surveillance. He didn't need to worry about her messing with their equipment.
The others had more mundane worries.
Her second disappearance was the opposite of her first. The kid was gone for a month. They grew accustomed to her disappearance and went back to their regular regiments.
Only to find out Veronica sprawled out on the meeting table with the mission folder on top of her.
Skull did great at giving her concussion when he woke her up. Reborn rewarded him with more errands.
And a more durable jumpsuit.
He need to make sure no one would be a dead weight.
Speaking of dead weights, the brat had a nerve to appear in the middle of their missions along with her weeks worth of disappearances.
He's glad that she even bothered helping th- not really.
Veronica had once sat on top of his car waiting on them with Skull-who supposedly guarding their vehicles- sprawled on the ground.
Mumbling in another language.
It didn't even registered when lackey passed out on a mission because of his intolerance on being flame drunk.
How can he be drunk when he didn't have any reason to use his flames? Pathetic.
Beyond that the hitman made extra precautions to their which he meant bringing everything from his armory.
He used the watch for storage and it made everything easier. He was reluctant at first. The watch itself was made by the brat afterall.
Veronica must have gotten some clues how they fight from the previous missions. No matter how imbecile she can be at times (She couldn't even operate a simple telephone!).
They couldn't deny that she still made the watch; or at least know enough to make it look like she made it from the bottom up.
He could walk in a battle unarmed and end it with his shotguns.
It made the adrenaline pump more in his veins and allowed him to cause more chaos. The watch was the best thing that happened since the kids appearance.
He felt like they were given a toy to play with.
He doesn't know how he should feel about it.
It made him more capable. Allowed him to be more craftful. More playful.
Despite all of his skills there's still a chance she would leave them in a bad situation. She already failed to tell a convenient skill.
She could always do it again.
She cares for you- she just use everything within her reach for her own disposal.
In a battle to their death. There would be a large chance he'd lose to the kid with his current skill set.
It would be such an embarrassment if it did turn out like that.
That's fine she is one of his- she's not.
The kid could kill them ,even him, with her spontaneous showing up.
Especially in missions.
Especially during missions.
They just obtained the manuscript when-"There's a passage to the sewers at the room next door-"
Crash
Veronica came from the vents. She didn't even bothered disguising herself. As if her white coat and slacks was made for these places.
"Sure, just go through the biggie. " Suited employees were running around shouting about rats and disrupted signals.
They weren't paid attention to. Everyone else was running around with their holsters in their hands.
"THERE'S A SECURITY BREACH. ALL PERSONEL STAND GUARD."
Good thing Mammon wasn't in a bad mood.
He turned to the other two and said. "Talk later, Escape first. It won't be long before they sense the illusions."
Reborn moved to the window facing above the dumpsters besides the sewage entrance.
He motioned the two to followed him and jumped straight into the trash bags.
"Ugh, you disgust me. I'll take 30% of your part for making me bare that stench of yours." The hitman came out of the dumpster smelling like he hasn't washed for a long time.
"That's 'thank you for scouting' to you. Seriously, one would think that they would enhance their security once they got infiltrated." He placed a gas masked over his face and continued on.
"The hooligans didn't even bother sealing off their sewers." Looking back at his companions, they changed into their protective gear just like him. The kid had fins attached to hers.
He paid no attention to that.
Mammon probably had some sort of protection from her cloak. He didn't need to worry about them.
He walked a few meters then stopped when they reached a door.
"Kid, Which route did you use?"
"The vents of course." The hitman motioned Mammon to detect any traps beyond the door.
When they deemed it clear; the door was slammed open and a room covered in cloth came to view.
Their watches rang and a screen lit up.
Verde greeted them with a disdainful look. He didn't even tried to hide his emotions.
Nonetheless,he sent them a map of the area. With several -differently colored dots.
"The guards are still running like chickens above." The scientist gestured the map to a larger size. A miniature pentagon hovered above them and the sewer appeared.
"They're the one in white. The real problem for you are the ones with with gray rings."
Video footages played in another window as he explained how he encountered them during their scouting in his earlier years.
"-they preferred to hire those with photographic memory so it's best to hide your tracks 10 layers below."
Three of the dots went right above their location. Another message popped up from watch.
"It's the profiles of those above us." the youngest of the three spoke up. She was on top of an uncovered pile.
The pile consisted wrecked parts of a machine. Some were broken miniature fans; while those at the bottom had developed a minimal amount of moss around them.
It must've been from the neglect it got.
As Veronica reviewed their profiles; Reborn wondered what was the kid doing this time and decided to join them.
Just as he finished guessing, Veronica mentioned what she was after.
"- They say there's a document with an information about time and space travel. -"
With a twirl the compact disc on her fingertips balanced itself by spinning.
That made the three of the strongest perked up as the words left her mouth.
Just what was Veronica looking for?
Gunshots echoed through the tunnels whilst the three wait for the cooldown to finish.
Another agent went down as they turn to another block. Their body sunk below while another went to save him.
Reborn stopped.
The agents didn't.
With guns on his hands, Reborn shot them down one by one. Some he recognized from his previous missions.
He guessed that those guys still had a grudge on him.
He did delayed them from tracking down Mafia Land.
A handful of them actually dodged a critical shot. That didn't stop the hitman and shot their joints instead.
If you can't kill them, you immobilize them.
Then kill them.
"Uncle,-" He doesn't remember him allowing her to call him that. "It's finish! Verde also coordinated the location."
As he faced the two, their surroundings distorted; Three of them stood in an alleyway on the other side of 5he country.
Going out of radar was easy after the ordeal. Reborn used one of his personas and went to his house by the hills.
"Oh wow, this is twice as big as the manor."
"There better be a library in here."
Veronica and Mammon went off and explored the house. Somehow they had extra energy to actually explore the portion of the house.
Despite their protests the day after, they stayed there for a few days.
He refused to go out smelling like skunk spray.
"Kid," He placed a wad of cash on the table. " Buy tomato sauce and soap. Use all of that for it."
"Just use one of the cars, you'll be fine" He tossed one of his car keys and walked to his quarters
She stared at him blankly and went off her way.
As he sat by the balcony, one of his cars drove off to the gates.
Going through what had happened the yesterday reminded Reborn of their first mission after the kid appeared.
The similarities between the missions were noticeable. He wondered if the kid staged her entrances or she has something with air vents.
Then he remembered the time when Luce forced them to visit the nearby mall.
At some point of it, the kids age matched her obliviousness.
Obliviousness on flirting that is.
Any men who tried to flirt with the kid was placed in a big acquaintance-zone by her. She didn't even notice it.
It's hilarious.
"Oi Reborn, where's Veronica?" Mammon flew themselves into his room. Their previous clothes was replaced by the spare bathrobes on the guest room.
Their hood was substituted with the towel. Clearly they heard one of the cars driving off.
"Just made her run some errands."
"Hm." Reborn motioned them to sit on the other chair and poured a cup-worth of coffee.
A sip of coffee later and the silence between them broke. "She's not coming back after an hour is she?"
"She might. She'd probably bring back a lot of mangoes too."
"Why do you coddle her?" Reborn followed. "I don-" "It's damn close to it in your conditions."
He stared at the illusionist when they sighed. "She resembles home." The caffeine seemed to kick-in and Mammon began to fiddle with their fingers.
With that, the hitman was left alone with the conflict inside his head. She's home- She's not.
Hours later, his car came back and from the looks of it shopping bags filled the back seats and the trunk.
"Uncle! There's a lot of free stuff at the mall earlier. It was quite weird since black friday isn't until two months from now-"
Mammon hid their snort with a glass of water.
Reborn felt his eyebrows twitch. Whether it be from annoyance or disbelief he has little idea which.
Several handful of the bags has luxury names imprinted in them while only a quarter of the load was actually what he asked for.
After blocking off her rants Reborn proceeded to the bathroom and got rid of his smell.
He might have been more lenient to the kid at the time since she brought his favorite scent.
A/N: It's shorter than the last in terms of words but it'd be a stretch if I continue on so-
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