I've been waiting since the first chapter to finally use this chapter title.

I've decided last minute that this part of the story will be cut into three parts for it to be better digested. This and the next chapter are already complete so I'll roll the next one out next week. The third part should come out not long after since I barely started on it.

Anyways, enjoy.

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"Ten minutes, Kaiser." Dr. Oobleck's voice shot out with all the speed of a bullet train.

The pronounced scribble of a pencil was the only indication that Kaiser was listening to the professor, another page had been shuffled to the side and added to the tall pile of late assignments.

Kaiser had been pulled aside the morning after his showdown in the dockyards. Dr. Oobleck had confronted him about his lack of vigilance when it came to his grades. Dr. Oobleck had told him in no uncertain terms, he was failing most of his classes and he teetered on the edge with the rest.

16) What was the reason for Vale's disagreement with Mistral during the Great War?

Kaiser was finishing off the last of his work, Dr. Oobleck suggested that he finish off with history, seeing as that was his best subject.

Vale's disagreement with Mistral stemmed from Mistral's denial of self expression to its people.

Ever since Wednesday morning, Dr. Oobleck had him on a strict schedule. Everyday he'd wake up at 4:00am to spend time before class to make up missing assignments, then come in after to either silently work for an hour, or recieve tutelage on certain topics covered in his assignments. A deal was made, should Kaiser adhere to this schedule, Oobleck would appeal Kaiser's other professors about the missing assignments.

18) Why did Vale oppose itself to both Mantle and Mistral? (List two answers.)

Kaiser took a sip from a mug, hot coffee smoothly mingled with taste buds. Dr. Oobleck had introduced him to the vast world of coffee, the wonder drug available to anyone. During his time in the IPS, Ross had forbidden coffee from his diet as a way to keep Kaiser from building a dependency on caffeine. Between that and perhaps the fear of stunting his growth, Kaiser had never touched the stuff.

1. Mistral's use of slave labor.

2. The combined insistence from Mistral and Mantle that their lifestyle was the correct one.

He was only eased into it when Oobleck had noticed Kaiser's inability of complex brain functions in the morning. Perhaps he should consider Oobleck a bad influence for risking a caffeine addiction in Kaiser, but the spy wasn't going to bite the hand that offered him a passing grade.

20) Why was Vacuo targeted in the war that did not directly involve it?

A mental checklist displayed itself in Kaiser's mind, his tasks for the day were pretty light after he finished up the late assignments. Really, all he had to do was repair Great Escape.

Because Vacuo actively supplied Vale with dust, conquering Vacuo would result in a depleted dust supply.

Between all the damage that Kaiser had sustained during his fight with Jasper, the most debilitating had been Great Escape's wire being snapped and the hook going missing. It was a small sacrifice in the long run, but it still was a pain to lose.

"I finished professor." Kaiser's pen had abruptly stopped scribbling, a sigh of relief when he spotted he had seven seconds left to spare, it was definitely one of the less stressful countdowns in his life. Kaiser brought his pile of finished homework assignments to Oobleck's desk, some of the pages fluttering as they plopped down onto the professor's hardwood desk.

"Doctor." Oobleck's response was instantaneous, almost to the point that he had said it before Kaiser even spoke.

"Forgive me, doctor." Kaiser replied, he nervously gulped as Dr. Oobleck had looked over his papers.

Dr. Oobleck was carefully, yet rapidly correcting all the papers handed to him. Tens, perhaps hundreds of pages of work were graded under the Doctor's scrutinizing eye. "That seems to be it!"

Another sigh of relief, Kaiser was beginning to get his act together.

"I will be speaking with your other professors this afternoon. Their grade books normally close by tomorrow, hopefully, we should be able to squeeze in your scores since I've already graded them." Oobleck took a long drink of coffee from his thermos.

"Can you do that?" Kaiser crossed his arms, the injuries on them from Tuesday night had been healing fine despite still hurting. "Grading assignments from other classes?"

"Of course dear boy!" Oobleck shot up. "I was once a student of these very halls too, you know." The good doctor began organizing the assignments by class and by order of which they were assigned. "And in those days, I was the top of my class in every subject! I am very much qualified to be grading your report on the weaknesses of an Ursa Major!"

"I see." Kaiser began to pack up the small things from his desk to leave, pencils and erasers among other tools were stuffed in his pockets.

"But if you could stay here for just another moment, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." Oobleck called out to the boy dutifully cleaning his desk.

"Yes sir?" Kaiser faced the professor, his tired eyes scanning Oobleck's concerned; yet curious face. That was exactly what Oobleck had focused on.

"I can't seem to recall one day in my classroom where you didn't look exhausted." Oobleck started, his eyes were unclear behind his glasses. "Perhaps you'd be too tired from doing other assignments, but evidently, we both know that isn't the case. Perhaps a personal tragedy is occupying your thoughts? That could be it, and then there are the rumors surrounding you from the middle of last semester. Also you only really started becoming consistently absent from lectures during the second semester."

The textbook's worth of ramblings had been expelled in less than five seconds. Kaiser couldn't really track where this one sided conversation was headed. "If you don't mind my asking professor-"

"Doctor!" This time Oobleck had abruptly shouted, causing Kaiser to flinch and unconsciously adopt a combat stance. Seeing the sight of the alert boy had softened the good doctor. "Do you know why I hold the title of doctor?"

Kaiser silently berated himself for his panicked response, awkwardly, the boy readjusted into a normal standing position. Oobleck's shout had resembled an Atlesian drill sergeant he had known during a brief stint in Atlesian basic training.

"Along with Education and Physics, I hold a PhD in Psychology. I see when my students are struggling with things that are beyond the physical."

"What are you getting at?" Kaiser didn't mean for the question to come out the way it did.

"I will not insult you by stepping around the issue, but I believe that you are unwell. Whatever it is you're dealing with is heavily affecting not only your academics, but your mental health." Oobleck couldn't say for sure, but perhaps the life of a spy would lead one's mental deterioration.

There was only silence in the room before Kaiser spoke up.

"Thank you for your concern, doctor." Kaiser faked a neutral expression. "But I'm fine. Thank you, by the way, for the opportunity to turn in my assignments." Kaiser was stopped when Oobleck called out to him,

"It's fine if you deny it right now, the first step to healing is to admit that you are not well. My door will always be open, outside of school hours of course." Oobleck set to sending out some emails, he knew that he couldn't pressure Kaiser into this.

The spy had exited the classroom, where his neutral expression turned into a soft frown.

Psychological help? I'm completely fine. There's nothing wrong with me.

There couldn't be anything wrong with Kaiser, it was something that he had learned in his career as a spy. Any weakness could get you killed in the field, and so far, Kaiser hadn't been killed. He had no weakness, he wasn't weak minded. If he wasn't of sound mind, he wouldn't be allowed to be a huntsman, plain and simple. Despite his supposed problem, the IPS would not hesitate to send Kaiser into the field. Being perceived as anything other than perfect wasn't an option.

Nothing could really explain why Oobleck's words bothered him so much. The spy relented in his thoughts, he made his way back towards his dorm.

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Kaiser sat at his desk, the view outside was unlike any other dorm's. See, Kaiser had broken the window a couple days before, so his view was an open air space. He sat in front of his desk, placed on the desk was a pyramid-tipped device. Next to it were numerous monofilament wires, and the bracer that held Great Escape.

This was the first time all week that Kaiser had some sort of free time, and had chosen to use it to fix the weapon that had broken the night of his showdown with Jasper Greene.

A gust of wind flew past Kaiser, it's howling whispered in his ears. Kaiser could practically hear everything going on outside, even the conversation between two shade students passing by the dormitories.

"Dude, the school dance tonight's gonna be legendary!" One student chimed.

Ah, yeah, the school dance…

Kaiser wasn't sure of his stance on it, on one hand he didn't want to be in the middle of a crowded room. He couldn't be in a room full of everybody without starting to worry about any threats to his person, his paranoia wouldn't let him enjoy the dance. On the other hand, he didn't want to be left all alone, that's where his problem lay.

Basically the whole school was attending the dance.

Though, if his biggest problem Kaiser had at the moment was feeling anxious in crowds, then he had already upgraded his lifestyle significantly. Just a couple nights ago he'd been fighting for his life in the busy streets of Vale.

For now, Kaiser resigned himself to braiding together three of the monofilament wires. The wires intertwined with each other could provide reinforced support that protected the main wire from snapping as easily as it did during his fight with Jasper.

In his total focus trying to fix his weapon, Kaiser didn't notice the figure atop the roof of the building adjacent to his dorm. The roof was four stories higher than the dorm that the figure was looking for. Seeing as the roof was quite far from the window of the dorm, Kaiser wouldn't even be able to distinguish that the figure carried a duffle bag with him, not that Kaiser was aware of the figure either way.

Kaiser's other weapon, the blade mounted on the bracer, rested against his desk. He'd already chosen a name for it, Plain Sight. As the blade was always hidden in the most obvious place.

Braiding the three wires was quite difficult as well as time consuming. There was a specific pattern he had to follow, one slip up and he'd have to start all over again.

Unbeknownst to the spy, he was in the middle of someone's crosshair. The figure atop the roof had set up a vantage point, one that concealed him from the spy working dutifully at his desk. Pointed straight at the white-haired boy covered in fading bruises, was a Ruger Precision Rifle. A masterpiece of engineering which made long range shooting so easy to the point that it was boring. As the marksman lined up the shop, he observed the spy's progress on what seemed to be braiding shoelaces together.

"Damn!" Kaiser had pinched too hard, causing his fingers to slip and now he was set back by a couple steps. A small sigh left the boy, once again Kaiser dutifully returned to his work. Something felt off though, paranoia creeping up on him when there was no real reason for it to be.

The marksman slowed down his breathing, heartbeat tended to make one's aim erratic. For a fraction of a second, he would become the embodiment of death. The rifle would act as the reaper's scythe, and the student below becoming the unfortunate victim. The marksman ultimately got to choose if his target lived or died.

A sharp crack rang out in the sky, the body had fallen backwards as if he were knocked back.

It seemed as if it was a missed shot, more accurately, the boy knew exactly how to react.

Kaiser had thrown himself onto the floor at the very last moment, whether the bullet hit him or not was irrelevant.

Somebody was taking shots at him, all that was left was to figure out who it was.

Monday night he had been attacked in the forge, just when Kaiser had finished Plain Sight. Tuesday night, there was someone following him on his way to the dockyards for his confrontation with Jasper. Now he was ducking under sniper rounds in his dorm room, apparently there was no rest for the wicked.

The most unfortunate part, Beacon was a battle school where all its alumni carried firearms. It was quite expected to hear rounds going off in the distance, the sniper could keep taking shots and go completely unnoticed.

These guys aren't gonna stop until I'm buried in the ground! If I make a run for it immediately, I'll get shot.

With trembling hands, Kaiser tentatively reached out for a wooden box hidden under his bed; he'd moved it here some time ago. His eyes darted everywhere around him, the beds, the window, the doorway. Kaiser was quickly working out if another assailant would go through his door, thoughts ran through his head as discreetly pulled the box from his downed position.

Putting a little pressure on the edge, Kaiser tipped the box up. The top of the box that was now on its side was a glass display, inside it lay the KA-BAR 5011 fighting knife given to him as a gift, as a reminder.

Another shot cracked across the buildings, this time splintering the wood of the box and shattering the glass.

"That's fine, just makes my job easier." Kaiser's words to himself betrayed his anxiety riddled mind. He reached through the broken glass and plucked the knife out of its velvet padding. Kaiser flopped onto his back, getting up would result in him getting shot. Working out the angles, Kaiser aimed with the knife, then launched it.

The shattering of glass filled his ears, Kaiser instinctively covered his face using his arms. Splinters of crystal rained down in the room, showering the floor and the beds. One look to the vanity mirror in his dorm could tell you that now was the time to replace it. The sniper had gotten another shot off just as Kaiser threw his knife, hopefully it didn't mess with the blade's trajectory.

Looking up, the 5011 fighting had stabbed itself into the wall above his broken window. The only silver lining was that his window had been broken the week prior, it didn't comfort him much that he was the one who broke it.

Reaching out once more for one of the beds, Kaiser saw the arm of his long coat lazily hanging over the edge. One quick tug brought the entire coat to him, just one more thing to take care of. Kaiser slapped his arm out, searching, his palm was being dug into by the remains of the display case. All it took was for Kaiser to toss the broken case in the air, making it a moving target.

As expected, the display case was speared through with another sniper round, permanently disfiguring it. Quickly, while the sniper was reloading, Kaiser threw his long coat over the fighting knife stabbed into the wall. The hood of the Willow Tree variant draped over the handle of the knife, the rest of the coat hung down in front of the window, effectively blocking the sniper's view.

The marksman grit his teeth, he lost his visual on the target. As he loaded another shot, he aimed towards the top of what seemed to be a black tarp. A couple moments later, and he fired, this gave him a clear view of the room. The student was nowhere to be seen, the clever trick he played only bought him a couple seconds.

It was a couple seconds that Kaiser was desperate to take advantage of as he dashed out of his dorm room, he'd even forgotten to take any sort of weapon. Leaning against the hallway, Kaiser brushed the broken glass off of his long sleeved white shirt. He shut his eyes and clenched his fist, berating himself for not being more aware. How stupid was he to think that he'd be left alone after the ordeal with Jasper and the docks?! Those thoughts stabbed at him while he went on a mad dash down the hallways.

At every corner and every way the path of the dorms diverged, Kaiser stopped and surveyed his surroundings. It wouldn't do if he were to try to find the sniper just to get gunned down in the hallways by reinforcements.

Kaiser stopped at one set of stairs, judging by the sniper's angle, the rooftop across from his dorm was accessible by this staircase.

The spy was only glad that his classmates were in their dorm rooms, he didn't want them to attest this as what some of them called "Kaiser's freak outs."

Unconsciously eavesdropping wasn't always good, after all.

The steps didn't creak as Kaiser applied his weight to it, he had been trained in stealth, sneaking around was his specialty unless he was already expected. Surely the sniper would have thought ahead, this was a huntsman school. Giving Kaiser the chance to escape was the same as giving him permission to ask that the other huntsman and huntresses help him deal with the sniper.

With that realization, the sniper must already be preparing to off themselves for not thinking this through. As long as Kaiser got his answers first, then he'd have no qualms with what the sniper did to escape.

"Yes." Kaiser reached for the door handle, he turned and pushed past the door. "This will do quite nicely."

Letting the door click shut, Kaiser heard a tinny clinking sound on the stone floor. Looking back, there was an object that looked like a hollowed out bicycle handle, it was black and had a ring attached to it.

Kaiser's vision exploded into a world of light, blinding the boy and causing him great distress.

It didn't take a genius to understand that he'd just been hit with a flash grenade.

Kaiser screamed, his voice being the beacon that led the marksman to him. The sudden pop of someone's fist against his face pushed Kaiser off to the side, he couldn't see anything and his ears were ringing.

All he felt was gusts of wind as the marksman violently pushed through it, at least he'd be able to predetermine the attack.

Arms slithered around Kaiser's neck, like a snake, they tightened their coil around his neck.

"Who knew Ross' lapdog was such a fucking pushover?"

Afterimages clouded Kaiser's vision after the initial blindness faded, whatever was said was drowned out as his ears rang harder than the school bell. The diminishing oxygen caused black spots to dance over his vision, once more he had to escape.

Kaiser struck into the marksman behind him with his elbow, the limb making firm contact with the marksman's exposed stomach. This allowed Kaiser a little bit of give, which allowed him to throw the marksman over his shoulder. Kaiser followed up with a punch but recoiled when he mistakenly hit the concrete floor of the rooftop, the marksman cackled. His vision wasn't too great after the flash grenade. The cackling only stopped when Kaiser successfully struck the man in the face, this time Kaiser felt the satisfying pop against the man's jaw.

It took awhile before the man came to, all he saw was a pissed off boy in school uniform. Getting up was hard as the boy planted a foot at the marksman's throat, limiting mobility.

"You're that asshole that was tailing me on Tuesday, tell me what your business is with Ross and I." Kaiser settled his other foot near the marksman's arm, he was actively fighting the urge to crush it immediately. "Also you'll need to tell me why you were taking shots in my dorm room."

"God! You're no fun!" The man rasped. "Ross is calling in his favor."

"I will grant you a weekly stipend of 50 Lien, in exchange for that you have to be ready and willing to participate in an operation of my choosing."

Those 50 lien a week were measly to someone who had other allowances and incomes, but a major source of progress for Kaiser. For that he had traded an entire operation of Ross' desire, so long as they were inside the kingdom of Vale. That was the one condition that Kaiser had set, he wouldn't allow Ross to separate him from Beacon academy.

"So then why were you trying to kill me!" Kaiser let his foot apply a bit of pressure to the marksman's throat.

"I should be the one doing this mission, not some piece of shit kid who's barely old enough to drink!" The marksman sputtered. "I tried to stage an accident to render you inoperable! I wasn't tryna kill ya, just a little bump."

A jealous coworker, Kaiser wouldn't have minded if he wasn't a target. "What were your instructions?"

A resigned sigh left the marksman, he pointed over to his duffle bag where his Ruger Precision Rifle was set up. "There's a briefcase beside the bag, everything you need for the operation and your cover will be in it. There's an address in the files, be there by 7:00pm."

"Right." Kaiser let off the pressure from the marksman's throat, he was already wanting to get this over with. "Do this type of thing again, I'll make sure Ross' demotes you to a desk jockey."

"Fuck off kid." The marksman walked over to his duffle bag, he tossed the briefcase towards the spy.

Kaiser had managed to make it back into his dorm without so much as an interaction with another student. His ears still rang, and afterimages accompanied the headache as a result of the flashbang Kaiser was hit with.

It'd be an understatement to say that his room was a mess, a mess would constitute an accident of spilling food onto his desk. Kaiser's dorm resembled a war zone where it looked like the defending army had lost.

Kaiser simply walked over to his desk, he continued braiding the monofilament wires together.

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Obsidian Everknight.

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Blue-Green

The oldest son of the illustrious Everknight family, Obsidian is a young bachelor. Supremely confident and charming, he can attract people with his attitude or his wealth. The Everknight family owns a large portion of illusion dust mines in Mistral…

Kaiser reviewed everything in the file more than he needed to, just so he could get his role correctly. All of Obsidian's likes and dislikes, extended family, even the information about his very first bike had been memorized by Kaiser.

An entire fake history for Kaiser to adopt and pretend that he had lived through, he needed to know Obsidian to become Obsidian.

There wasn't much else inside the briefcase other than his cover and some gear to provide protection. Plucked from the case was a Gerber mark II dagger, a beauty of a blade directly inspired by the Fairbairn–Sykes fighting knife.

6.5 inches of black oxide glinted in the low light of Kaiser's dorm, its serrated edges gave it a bit more utility than the knife it was based on. It came with an arm holster to place the knife in for discreet deployment.

Alongside the masterfully crafted knife were two black pucks, although seemingly serving no purpose, Kaiser knew better. The moment that they had been taken out of the case, the two pucks had shaken before clasping together without the slightest coaxing.

These were the powerful magnets that Kaiser sometimes utilized on his operations, great defense against complex machinery.

Beside all of them was a suit, ironed and pressed and ready for him to use. Keeping in line with his cover, the suit was tailor-made and looked like something only the higher echelons of society would wear.

There was one final object in the briefcase, a small bottle resembling one used for pills. It was filled to the brim with small spherical pellets which once again, were black.

The dye pellets.

Kaiser had been using these practically his entire life, every undercover operation came with a new different colored bottle. Kaiser's soft white hair was the result of it lacking pigmentation, the pellets added that needed pigment. They were developed in a lab and had been testing each formula on Kaiser, making sure they got the dye looking as natural as possible. There was only one problem with it…

Kaiser found this out the hard way as he crushed one of pellets in his palm and tried rubbing it into his hair, his hands came back a deep black color.

A successful batch would have rubbed all the color into the hair, leaving Kaiser's hands a light charcoal color. From his own experience, one pellet was normally indicative of the entire batch.

Kaiser tossed the bottle of defects into his waste bin before going to wash his hands and hair.

The spy heard a beep coming from his scroll on the desk, a light sound that cut through the silence of the dorm. He returned to his desk, now armed with a toothbrush to maintain his good dental hygiene. His scroll was done establishing a connection with his mask that he had set down earlier, it offered a pop-up screen. A color scale, adjusting the scale precisely, Kaiser selected a brilliant glacier blue.

Disconnecting the scroll from his mask, Kaiser settled the steel contraption on the bridge of his nose. Within seconds the mask shifted into its contact lense form, this time concealing his magma red eyes.

Half of a disguise was better than nothing, Kaiser had worked with less so this shouldn't be a problem.

The arm holster had already been equipped to Kaiser's body, the mark II dagger already in the pouch. The magnets stuffed down his dress pants, then the final touch being the suit itself.

The extremely comfortable material hugged his figure in the right places to accentuate his cut physique. It's dark fabric contrasting his ivory-white hair that had been growing out as of late.

Stepping out into the hallway, Kaiser felt multiple pairs of eyes on him. At least that's what it felt like, there were about seven to eight people present in the hallway. Growing insecurity creeped up on him, fooling Kaiser into focusing on the other student's scrutiny.

Kaiser heard someone wolf whistle, and a quick swoosh of air that was likely someone trying to slap him on the back. Kaiser slid forward and turned around, somehow he wasn't surprised anymore.

"You know I can never seem to get the drop on you anymore." Yang flashed him a bright smile, she was holding a bundle of table cloths. "What's up with your eyes?"

"Oh." Seeing it was Yang eliminated all the tension that Kaiser sensed in the room, he felt much more at ease. "The contacts have a color tinting function." Kaiser pulled one of the contact lenses out, revealing the red eye underneath.

"You look like a hotter genderbent Weiss." Yang's eyes fell to the suit he was wearing. "Where you headed in all that fancy dress, I thought you said you weren't going to the dance?"

"Oh, I'm just doing a favor for someone, they wanted me to be a character in a play they're producing." Kaiser gestured to the fancy suit, he chose to ignore the genderbent comment. "This is just part of the costume."

"I didn't know you could act."

"Well," Kaiser leaned in closer to Yang, not content with having anybody listen in to their conversation. "Most of my job as a spy was improvisational acting, I could probably win an award for some of my roles." That's when Kaiser noticed the table cloths in her hand. "Are you helping with the preparations for the dance?"

"Yeah, I already set up the speakers. Weiss is fussing over napkins and centerpieces, like that even matters." Yang shrugged off the worries of her teammate, they weren't as important as the rest of the set up.

"I've been to a couple high society parties in Atlas, small things like that can make or break a party." Kaiser had been to parties in Atlas, most often undercover as someone else's younger brother or son. He'd learned that the napkin design chosen by the organizers could be a sign of whether the host was old money or nouveau riche.

"This isn't that type of party, Kai." Yang deadpanned, her eyes narrowed, as if collecting another odd fact about the boy.

"As long as most of the students aren't from Atlas academy, it won't become that type of party." Kaiser checked his scroll, it was nearing 7:00 in the evening. "I should probably go, good luck on setting up the dance."

"You sure you won't swing by?" Yang asked, almost hopeful that Kaiser would change his mind.

"Sorry, but I'm busy tonight, I'll be lucky to even get back early in the morning." Kaiser waved his hand back at Yang as he walked out of the student dormitories.

It was quite foolish of Kaiser to even think that his night would be dictated by luck, not when his life was dictated by those in higher stations.

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Did I get the wrong address?

Kaiser once again looked down at the slip of paper with the street and numbers printed onto it, surely he wasn't supposed to come here. The slip of paper had led him to the more classier part of the entertainment district of Vale, where the people here wore suits and dresses worth more than most cars. The countless fancy clubs and bars illuminated the night sky in this land of neon lights and alcohol.

Which was why it confused Kaiser greatly to be given the address of a towering parking garage.

A fortress of concrete with layered slabs neatly atop each other, it was bare of anyone except the person manning the toll booth.

As instructed, Kaiser went up the stairwell found at the entrance of the garage, the clanging of iron rang as Kaiser took each step. A familiar prickling feeling rippled its way through Kaiser's body, he had reached the third floor. Looking around the parking complex, Kaiser observed the open scenery that the gaps between floors provided. Kaiser bristled, anybody with a sniper rifle and half decent aim could pick him off without any trouble.

That's when he saw it.

The bright red color is what caught Kaiser's attention first, the sleekness of the car captured his interest. Another indicator of where he was, even this car seemed to be owned by someone who was frugal with their money. If this was who Kaiser was supposed to meet with, then this person had a very wrong definition of the word 'subtle'.

Despite himself, Kaiser let out a low whistle, this was an incredible car. It wasn't everyday he got to see the height of luxury all encapsulated in a single machine.

Once again, Kaiser felt uneasy, someone was watching him. Scanning his surroundings, Kaiser found nothing but the empty lot. The spy turned back to the car, he focused on the interior of the car. Kaiser caught sight of a person in the window's reflection, forcing the boy to turn back around.

Kaiser's heart was in his throat when he was greeted by a dead man, a dead man with a blond ponytail.