I'm Sorry I took so much time to update! I was busy, you see . . . with
school stuff (yeah! In the middle of August! How pitiful is that?) -_-
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Chapter 5:
Artemis was embarrassed to face it, but he was excited. He was going to meet someone with a similar mind as his, and thus, was going to achieve something he had never done before.
He looked at his watch one again, seeing that it was ten to noon. Mr. Carver would arrive any minute. He walked downstairs and sat in the living room, just to get up a second later to go see through the window.
The sky was grey and it was raining. There was a light fog a foot above the ground, but it was usual in this country. Artemis could barely see the gate delimiting the end of the manor's grounds, and so decided to go up to the security room, in which he found Butler, sitting in a chair in front of multiple screens showing the house and the land.
"Anything approaching?" Artemis asked, trying not to show his impatience.
"Not yet," Butler answered, watching the screen with unblinking eyes.
"What's that?" Artemis asked, narrowing his eyes and watching one of the screens where a red form had appeared.
"Ah," Butler said. "That screen only detects heat, as you know. It seems that a vehicle is approaching."
"How many passengers?"
"One sitting in the back seat and one driving," Butler answered. "They're parking in front of the gate. Should I go greet them at the door?"
Artemis remained inexpressive, watching as the first form, the driver, stopped the car, opened his door and opened an umbrella. He walked around the car to the opposite back door and opened it, holding the umbrella open for the person he expected to be Memphis Carver.
"No Butler," Artemis said suddenly. "Get your riffle and position yourself at the window in the living room of the first floor. Aim for the client, then the bodyguard."
Butler's eyes had grown three time their normal size.
"But Artemis!" he exclaimed. "No!"
"Do it, Butler," Artemis said severely. "I can't work with someone who can't expect the worst case scenario. Try to kill them. Now."
Butler looked like he was going to hit Artemis. He rose from his seat, looked at his young master, his eyes throwing daggers, and walked out, almost slamming the door behind him.
Artemis smiled weakly and sat in Butler's chair, watching as two forms walked through the gates, towards the door.
The first form was imposing, almost as imposing as Butler. The only difference was that this bodyguard was a bit smaller. Artemis could see from the other screens that he was wearing a suit with tie. The second form was of medium height, and didn't have a very strong built . . . like himself, when he thought of it. He was wearing a black trench coat and his face could be seen, thanks to the umbrella.
What happened next surprised him. The person under the umbrella lifted his briefcase and placed it in front of him. Butler had shot a bullet towards him a millisecond before, and it simply hit the briefcase instead of the person. The bodyguard lowered his umbrella and it was now clear to Artemis that the umbrella was not made or regular material, but of the same textile found in bulletproof vests. When Butler tried to shoot again, the bullets didn't go very far.
"Satisfied, Artemis?" Butler asked, knowing that his master could hear him in the control room, thanks to the little ear pin in his left ear.
"Yes," Artemis simply answered. "Please answer the door and bring them to the conference room on the first floor."
Artemis left the control room and walked to the conference room, brushing his suit regularly. He took his best serious and determined look and sat in his chair, at the end of a long rectangular table.
He waited, hands neatly folded in front of him.
Shortly after, the door opened and Butler entered, opening the door for Artemis' guest. To the look on his bodyguard's face, Artemis immediately knew something was wrong.
And he soon figured why.
Memphis Carver entered the room.
She had a mix of straight auburn and dark blond hair tied into half a ponytail. She had blue eyes, was Artemis' height, was slim and was wearing a beige suit, consisting of a long sleeved beige vest reaching her knees, under which was a blouse, and a pair of matching pants.
She was holding her briefcase in one hand and entered the room with a small smirk on her face. Just behind her was a strong looking man in his mid- twenties, wearing a complete suit, having short black hair, and dark skin, giving the impression that he had just come back from Cuba. He didn't look too friendly.
The girl walked forwards and handed out her hand to Artemis, that he almost reluctantly shook.
What hit Artemis the most was how young she looked. She was fifteen.
"Memphis Carver?" he asked dryly, waiting for an explanation, secretly paying God that she was simply his assistant.
"Sydney Croft, actually," she said, smiling a little. "Memphis Carver is a pseudonym."
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O dear . . . I'm a bit afraid now. Would you all have preferred the Equal to be a boy?
Well . . . the next update will come sooner.
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Chapter 5:
Artemis was embarrassed to face it, but he was excited. He was going to meet someone with a similar mind as his, and thus, was going to achieve something he had never done before.
He looked at his watch one again, seeing that it was ten to noon. Mr. Carver would arrive any minute. He walked downstairs and sat in the living room, just to get up a second later to go see through the window.
The sky was grey and it was raining. There was a light fog a foot above the ground, but it was usual in this country. Artemis could barely see the gate delimiting the end of the manor's grounds, and so decided to go up to the security room, in which he found Butler, sitting in a chair in front of multiple screens showing the house and the land.
"Anything approaching?" Artemis asked, trying not to show his impatience.
"Not yet," Butler answered, watching the screen with unblinking eyes.
"What's that?" Artemis asked, narrowing his eyes and watching one of the screens where a red form had appeared.
"Ah," Butler said. "That screen only detects heat, as you know. It seems that a vehicle is approaching."
"How many passengers?"
"One sitting in the back seat and one driving," Butler answered. "They're parking in front of the gate. Should I go greet them at the door?"
Artemis remained inexpressive, watching as the first form, the driver, stopped the car, opened his door and opened an umbrella. He walked around the car to the opposite back door and opened it, holding the umbrella open for the person he expected to be Memphis Carver.
"No Butler," Artemis said suddenly. "Get your riffle and position yourself at the window in the living room of the first floor. Aim for the client, then the bodyguard."
Butler's eyes had grown three time their normal size.
"But Artemis!" he exclaimed. "No!"
"Do it, Butler," Artemis said severely. "I can't work with someone who can't expect the worst case scenario. Try to kill them. Now."
Butler looked like he was going to hit Artemis. He rose from his seat, looked at his young master, his eyes throwing daggers, and walked out, almost slamming the door behind him.
Artemis smiled weakly and sat in Butler's chair, watching as two forms walked through the gates, towards the door.
The first form was imposing, almost as imposing as Butler. The only difference was that this bodyguard was a bit smaller. Artemis could see from the other screens that he was wearing a suit with tie. The second form was of medium height, and didn't have a very strong built . . . like himself, when he thought of it. He was wearing a black trench coat and his face could be seen, thanks to the umbrella.
What happened next surprised him. The person under the umbrella lifted his briefcase and placed it in front of him. Butler had shot a bullet towards him a millisecond before, and it simply hit the briefcase instead of the person. The bodyguard lowered his umbrella and it was now clear to Artemis that the umbrella was not made or regular material, but of the same textile found in bulletproof vests. When Butler tried to shoot again, the bullets didn't go very far.
"Satisfied, Artemis?" Butler asked, knowing that his master could hear him in the control room, thanks to the little ear pin in his left ear.
"Yes," Artemis simply answered. "Please answer the door and bring them to the conference room on the first floor."
Artemis left the control room and walked to the conference room, brushing his suit regularly. He took his best serious and determined look and sat in his chair, at the end of a long rectangular table.
He waited, hands neatly folded in front of him.
Shortly after, the door opened and Butler entered, opening the door for Artemis' guest. To the look on his bodyguard's face, Artemis immediately knew something was wrong.
And he soon figured why.
Memphis Carver entered the room.
She had a mix of straight auburn and dark blond hair tied into half a ponytail. She had blue eyes, was Artemis' height, was slim and was wearing a beige suit, consisting of a long sleeved beige vest reaching her knees, under which was a blouse, and a pair of matching pants.
She was holding her briefcase in one hand and entered the room with a small smirk on her face. Just behind her was a strong looking man in his mid- twenties, wearing a complete suit, having short black hair, and dark skin, giving the impression that he had just come back from Cuba. He didn't look too friendly.
The girl walked forwards and handed out her hand to Artemis, that he almost reluctantly shook.
What hit Artemis the most was how young she looked. She was fifteen.
"Memphis Carver?" he asked dryly, waiting for an explanation, secretly paying God that she was simply his assistant.
"Sydney Croft, actually," she said, smiling a little. "Memphis Carver is a pseudonym."
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O dear . . . I'm a bit afraid now. Would you all have preferred the Equal to be a boy?
Well . . . the next update will come sooner.
