Chapter III:Consequences for Slacking
"So what did you find? I expect it to have been good..."
The figure in the darkened room cast its red eyes on the figure standing awkwardly in the shadows. The young man pulled on the sleeve of his jacket, afraid to speak for the words weren't pleasant. He watched as the man behind the desk rose from his chair to saunter near his lackey.
"You will give me an answer whether it's good or not, understood?" He growled out, his eerie face and eyes intimidating his employee.
"Yes, sir," the man responded curtly.
"I will only ask one more time: what did you find?"
Was it suddenly hard to breathe or was something vile and rancid in the air? The man, Izuchi, swallowed loudly, obviously nervous rather than his normally cool and composed self. He glanced around the office; yes, it would be the perfect place for his boss to commit a homicide. Dandy...
"She, the girl... your 'cat,' was playing bartender and-"
"I know that she does bartending! Don't take me for a fool. Now tell me something that I don't know!" He cut off the younger man.
In fear, Izuchi backed up a step bu it was noticed by the red-eyed man. How was he so scared of this older man? It wasn't normal. "Sorry-sorry... Well, there was nothing new. I followed her and her friend to that Ryuuza's-"
"Ryuuza... He didn't touch her, did he?" The older man hissed quietly.
"A..a... He gave her a-"
"A kiss? A blow job? A–a? A what?" He shouted, beginning to pace.
"A hug sir. Just a hug." Izuchi watched in morbid fascination as his boss had drastic mood-swings.
"Just a hug; just a hug," he repeated over and over. "No, no. He can't touch her at all. I want your gay friend..."
"Jakotsu."
"Yes, Jakotsu... I want him to kill off Ryuuza. And if I know how Jak is; don't let him touch the bastard without gloves- if he does. No, tell him to not touch 'im, got it?"
"Yes, sir," the young man said stoically, his composure back in place.
"Fine, get out now." With that, 'the Boss' turned on his heel and strode back to his desk intent on getting more work done; ya know- the usual:
Intern Assassin resumེs...
Sniper gun shipments...
'Firing' those who jeopardized his company...
It's always the same routine, he thought as he listened to his lackey's fading footsteps.
C&M
"Get to work on that bomb, you moron! I want the inner-workings done by seven tonight and the casing had better be finished by two tomorrow." A gruff and dirty looking man stood next to a taller man in business apparel while he spent the time shouting out orders over all the noise.
The strict-looking man had on a pressed and black suit with a black dress shirt. His polished black shoes reflected the light from the skylights above, while his eyes held a strange glint to them. Around his head was a light blue bandana and was completely out of place with his ensemble.
As the workers continued, he shifted his eyes to scan the warehouse and what was laid out before him. "I will report this to my boss. He will know your employees have been slacking."
"Yo- you... You have a boss?" The dirtied man looked nervous.
"Yes. And my boss has a boss, I regret to say. But only my boss will know. This is a warning: hire others if you must because I could make the equipment quicker and simpler by my own hands alone." A glare was cast toward the shorter man.
"Yes, sir. I can follow those orders."
"See that you do or you won't be alive to carry out any other orders." Turning his back on the other man, he walked swiftly across the metal and wood rafter hanging precariously over the large factory workspace. When he was on the other side, in front of large steel door, he spun to face the quivering man a ways away. A glare was the last thing he gave the other man before pushing open the door and exiting.
"Okay! Get back to work! We've all got a deadline to meet!"
A/N: Filler chapter. Slight explanations only because of laziness.
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