Longest chapter yet by about 2k words! Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy it. :)

The Bond Chapter 4

Shiemi scrambled backwards, trying to get away from the demon. His aura felt like a weight on her chest. Her vision blurred as her body battled between running and passing out. Amaimon was before her.

"Exorcist, come here."

Shiemi stumbled as his words broke the spell on her, air flooding her lungs.

"N-no!"
She reached into her pocket and summoned Nii-chan from one of her sigils. Deep down the girl knew that she couldn't beat him, but she refused to be weak any more. It was better to fall here, in the garden of the school she loved so much, than to be taken and killed far from home. She met his cold gaze fiercely and felt a shiver that wasn't all fear go down her spine.

"Nii!"

Her little partner popped into existence, determined to protect his dear friend. And stopped. The strange man looked at him, and Nii-chan seemed to be as paralysed as Shiemi by his power. He curled a clawed hand and held it out towards the little greenman.

"Come."

Nii-chan hesitated, glancing nervously at the tamer he had come to love so dearly.

"I am your King." The demon's smooth voice was frosty now. "Do what I say."

Mournfully the greenman hopped onto his palm and vanished, even as Shiemi lunged forward to try and save her familiar. Amaimon caught her wrist easily.

"Give him back!" The exorcist shrieked.

The demon eyed her coolly. "Do what I tell you and you'll have him."

Then he turned and starting to pull her towards a little door set in the wall of the garden. Shiemi struggled, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. He had a slender build but every line of his hard body spoke of strength and he walked as if Shiemi was no weight at all.

There was a time when every girl had to accept momentary defeat. Especially when their arm was on the verge of being dislocated. Sullenly the exorcist stood staring at the ground while the demon pulled a massive key ring from the inside of his coat.

"Will you really give back Nii-chan?"

He glanced at her. "Yes."

Shiemi sighed. "I don't believe you."

She jumped when the demon suddenly pointed a finger at her. The young woman stared at him blankly, and the silence dragged on more and more awkwardly. Amaimon started to frown.

"I have studied human culture. Interlocking fingers means an unbreakable promise."

"I-it's supposed to be… your pinky finger." Shiemi whispered.

There was another long silence. Amaimon whirled around and slammed open the little door. His expression glacial he roughly picked her up and sat her on his shoulder and jumped through the door down into the canopy of a shadowy forest. The pair started to whizz through the treetops, the air blisteringly cold on Shiemi's face. She shrieked with fear when she saw the forest floor far below and scrabbled desperately for a better hold, unwittingly digging her nails into the Earth King's face in her terror. She wrapped her arms tightly around his head and tried not to throw up, even as being carried like this gave her the strangest sense of déjà vu.

Amaimon's voice floated up to her, muffled by her arms.

"I wish I could kill you."

The trip through the shadowy forest passed in painful silence after that.

The awkward silence between the odd pair was so intense that Shiemi was actually relieved when her kidnapper slowed to a stop. He hopped down from the trees, Shiemi shrieking again when they plummeted from the unimaginable height. The demon put her down like she was diseased, nearly dropping her on the floor, before seeming to get a hold of himself.

"This way."

Shiemi scrambled after the strange man as he strode towards a tiny archway set in an impenetrable wall of thick-trunked trees. The small tunnel was the perfect height for Shiemi, but her companion had to duck his head and she had to smother a laugh as his odd cowlick was smushed flat against the ceiling of knobbly branches. Curiosity overcame the young exorcist as a dim light appeared in the distance, gradually growing brighter and brighter as they drew closer.

"Where… Where are you taking me?" she asked.

Her guide ignored her. Cowed, Shiemi held her tongue as fear and intrigue swirled in her belly.

The light grew ever closer, but the tunnel was so dark that it only appeared as a blinding white shape. And all at once they were there. Shiemi could do nothing but stare. The sky was impossibly blue and the sun, moon, and stars hung clear in the expanse. The little dirt path the pair stood on wound through a thick carpet of lush grass and seemed to lead to many different places. Shiemi could see a rainforest in the distance, as well as a water meadow, and a desert. The contrasts should look strange, but everything just… fit. Shiemi turned slightly to her host, and noticed he no longer looked as odd as he had. All at once he seemed to fit perfectly, as if there was no other place on the earth he could ever be. His hair was the green of the pine forests on the horizon, his claws were rose thorns, and Shiemi just knew that this was his home.

"Where are we?" she whispered.

He turned to look at her, his face as strangely blank as always. "It has many names."

Shiemi's heart pounded desperately, and she felt her eyes fill with tears. "The Garden of Amahara?" she gasped.

Amaimon looked at her a moment before starting to walk away. "Amongst others."

Shiemi fainted.

Waking to the sight of Amaimon's furious face nearly made her faint again.

"How can you be so fragile," he hissed. "How can you be Rin's weakness?!"

Shiemi tried to stay very, very still. Amaimon glowered at her, flexing his claws reflexively, his eyes burning with a desire that had nothing to do with the way her skirt rode up in her fall. But then he rubbed his chest and shivered.

"We're going. Walk or I'll drag you."

Shiemi scrambled unsteadily to her feet and tried not to look terrified. She trailed after her captor, but fear was soon replaced with wonder. The Garden of Amahara. Her holy grail, the accumulation of all her dreams, rolled out before her in splendour her mind could barely grasp. The air seemed to thrum from the shock of colours, and everything, from the smallest blade of grass to the pink froth of a cherry tree, was devastating in its beauty. Shiemi gazed around her in a daze as she walked. Sometimes she laughed. Sometimes she cried. Every step seemed to take them through a different ecosystem. One moment meadow, the next a beach, but the garden was so perfect that the changes didn't jar, only caused her wonder to blossom. Shiemi's surly host was the only blot on her horizon. But even as her attention turned to him their surroundings grew steadily darker. Whereas before the garden had been almost familiar, now they were walking through places that Shiemi felt she shouldn't be. Her surroundings were still achingly beautiful, but strange and unwelcoming. The plants weren't familiar to her any more, and she sensed some of the flowers turning to watch them go. Unconsciously she shrunk closer to her guide, but he didn't object.

What seemed like hours later, Amaimon stopped. Shiemi had grown tired, and collided with his broad back. She scrambled back, trembling with horror at the sudden realisation of how close she was to him. Amaimon pointedly ignored her. Finally Shiemi's natural curiosity made her poke her head around to see where he'd taken her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a flower in full bloom in front of them. The flower rested directly on the ground, and it left a strange afterimage when she blinked. Shiemi shifted uncomfortably and for a moment she was sure she saw teeth. Amaimon, not un-gently, pushed her further back, before reaching out and plucking a great black seedpod nestled underneath the giant petals. The bloom shivered and Shiemi wasn't sure if Amaimon had knocked the plant by accident, or if the flower was angry.

Her host finally looked at her directly. "This is what the plant looks like healthy and well. Remember it."

Shiemi stared at the flower absently. "Why?"

Amaimon snarled at her audacity, and she jumped. But something stayed his hand from reaching and snuffing out the spark of her life, and Shiemi felt her fear of him become tainted with the smallest tendril of curiosity.

"Woman, you are going to grow it in Assiah."

The return to her own world passed in a blur. Shiemi's head whirled with memories of what she'd seen, and she ached at the thought of it. When they emerged back into Mephisto's private gardens Shiemi felt her eyes fill with tears, and even she wasn't sure why.

Amaimon interrupted her thoughts. "You will grow it here. I will supervise."

Shiemi looked around nervously, half expecting exorcists to stumble across them any moment.

"Th…. These gardens?"

Amaimon didn't look at her, but she felt him pause for a moment. "They belong to my brother."

Shiemi gasped and those icy eyes were studying her again.

"W-why would you tell me that?"

It was getting to be too much for her. She knew that this man was rotten to the core, and his relation to the principal that she admired and trusted was another blow. He caught her chin with the tip of a sharp claw and tilted her head up until their eyes met. Amaimon studied her like an insect under a microscope. Shiemi had never felt so small.

Then he flashed a smile so wicked it took her breath away. "Because I wanted to see what you would do."

The demon pressed the giant seed into her hand. "You will make it grow."

Shiemi's slender fingers closed around the seed. Her skin crawled with revulsion where he touched her and a shiver of delight ran down her spine at the rumble of his voice.

Several days after Shiemi had made her strange trip, every exorcism teacher in True Cross Academy was piled into the Teachers Lounge. The exwire exams were coming up. Finally the chance had arrived for the students to start to specialise and become exorcists in their own rights. Shura felt her heart grow strangely warm. Rin was doing well, and she knew he was going to pass. Maternal pride bloomed warm in her chest at the thought. It was hard to believe how attached she'd grown to the little brat, but the day was soon coming where he'd start climbing the ladder. And Shura was waiting to give him a boost.

The conversation was flowing rapidly between the teachers in attendance as plans were made. There was so much to decide. There were areas to cordon off, electrical problems to fake, monsters to prep, it was all quite overwhelming. Mephisto stood at the helm of it all, fielding questions, and giving a few ideas. However, he was mostly content to listen, confident that he would like what he heard. The True Cross Academy was his web and very little happened that could surprise the spider.

Eventually the inevitable happened. "What should we do if Rin loses control again?"

Mephisto tutted, "I will be on standby of course. And shame on you for asking such a question about one of our most promising students."

Shura looked away from the little spat in annoyance. She was just in time to catch the expression of the Vatican inspector, who was lurking at the back of the room like a bad smell. Pure, unbridled disgust turned his features ugly with malice. Anger filled Shura. She hated seeing that the deep prejudice against the boy she had come to love so dearly was still alive and kicking. Simmering with rage, Shura glared at the inspector, only to jump slightly when a soft touch on the small of her back jolted her back to reality.

"Calm down, my dear. Rin could pass this exam with his hands tied behind his back," Mephisto murmured against the shell of her ear.

Despite herself Shura did relax a little. It was incredibly annoying. Since their fight over Shiemi, Mephisto had been practising… influencing her. Just about every mood he could think of, he'd tried out. Shura would be enjoying a beer and a manga and suddenly find herself spoiling for a row. Or she'd be fast asleep and find herself waking with a jolt, panting with desire, those green eyes watching her every move. Shiemi had been missing for days after his little stunt, and Shura couldn't even get angry without being doused in the mental equivalent of melted chocolate. The sneaky bastard. Even now there were waves of calm radiating off of him that Shura couldn't help but respond to.

"Stop doing that!" she hissed at him, but got nothing but a politely puzzled smile in return.

The innocent act didn't suit him at all.

Talk changed to the test run of the exam that was being held after the meeting, and Mephisto found himself inundated with requests to supervise. He masked his irritation with a smile as people blathered on about how they really needed him to check that the secret monitoring sites were secure. He supposed it was understandable that they were nervous; Rin had demolished an entire forest during his exwire exam after all. But Mephisto had been planning on taking the afternoon easy, and try to finally beat Shura at the new 'Sakura! Sunset! Love!' game. It was supposed to be the hardest dating sim of all time! How was that witch getting pixel panties dropping every route she picked?! Mephisto hadn't even been able to get a girl to accept a box of fucking chocolates. At this rate Shura was going to unlock the final girlfriend, Queen of the School, Orihime before Mephisto even got a date! Losing so badly was getting on the demon's every nerve, and the past few evenings the pair had been obsessively trying to get the upper hand. And to his utmost embarrassment this irritating woman, a few thousand years his junior, was annihilating him. But he was sure tonight was the night. He'd been obsessively trawling the internet, using every spare moment to try to find some cheat that would let him destroy his enemy. The game was so new that there weren't any walkthroughs yet, but he'd found something that gave him a glimmer of hope. After all, it didn't matter how many hearts you had stolen from the young ladies of the school. Orihime's boyfriend won the game…
"Thank you so much, sir!"

Mephisto snapped back to the present as one of the teachers shook his hand enthusiastically, practically crying with relief. The demon had been so zoned out thinking about how he was finally going to win, that he'd absentmindedly agreed to monitor the practise exam. As the teacher finally walked away, Shura openly stared at him.

"What the hell was that?!"

Mortifying.

Shura was more than annoyed to find herself crammed into a closet with Mephisto, when she could be having the time of her life in his cushy penthouse apartment. She was happy to admit, to herself anyway, that there were definitely positives to the twisted relationship that they had found themselves in, and the living situation was a big plus. Even having to share a bed with the annoying demon, paled in significance to the luxury that she found herself in. If the bond had magicked his mouth shut, she'd be tempted to stay with him forever. However, being stuffed into this slightly sweaty hidey-hole with him was enough to remind her that the sooner this was over with the better. For some reason, probably just to annoy her, Mephisto had agreed to monitor the exam trial run and now she was stuck with him. Shura could feel the demon's chest pressed lightly against her back as he watched the proceedings through a knot in the wood. Shura had tried to watch as well, but soon gave up, too bored for words.

Behind her Mephisto heaved a sigh, and Shura felt a little vindictive satisfaction that he was bored as well. With nothing better to do, she bent a little to look through her knothole again. The exorcist stiffened with embarrassment when the movement caused the curve of her ass to press snugly against Mephisto's groin.

"I'm trying to concentrate, my lady," he hissed in her ear before turning his focus back to the classroom beyond.

Shura straightened, her cheeks flushed crimson. And strangely, a little annoyed that he was more interested in the dull mock exam. Since the bond had formed between then, Shura had been hyperaware of the demon. Since she first met him she'd always been able to calmly acknowledge that Mephisto was not ugly; the more powerful demons were usually physically flawless. But she'd had no trouble remembering that a demon's striking looks were meant to lure and ensnare, and their personalities were never able to match up to their bright exterior. But now it was like the link between them wouldn't allow such logic to stand. Everything was geared towards base desires. When she was hungry, she could do nothing but eat. When she was tired, she slept where she lay. And even now the slight brush of Mephisto's firm chest against her back was enough to set off a slow burn inside her. The exorcist grit her teeth, enraged that he could have so powerful an effect on her, and even more angry with herself. Because deep down she knew that the spark of attraction had always been there, buried under a mile of suspicion and contempt. The link between them had only unearthed it and now every warm breath against the back of her neck fanned it into a blaze. Now she was stuck here, the air heavy with unacknowledged arousal. Shura stared through the gap in their hidey-hole at the group of teachers deep in a discussion about battle tactics. It bored her to tears to listen to them, but she was determined to ignore the demon at her back, and the hot liquid feeling between her legs.

Mephisto wasn't as unaffected as he tried to appear. Shura hadn't grasped the subtleties of their connection and was broadcasting her feelings loud and clear. Not to mention that his sharp nose had no problem picking up the heady scent of her arousal. It was getting to be an effort to pretend that he was interested in this damn test, instead of burying his face between her thighs. He allowed himself a small luxury.

"Move over, darling," he murmured against her ear.

Pretending that he wanted her to press close to the front of the cupboard, Mephisto ran a claw down Shura's spine and she let out a stifled moan. He nearly groaned himself as the sound sent a jolt of desire to his loins. The only thing stopping him from pushing the exorcist up against the wall and making her scream was the thrice-damned teaching assistants right outside the door. Mephisto glanced over Shura's shoulder at her heaving chest, instantly transfixed by the movement and crowing with delight when he felt her shiver against him. He decided. Kirigakure Shura was a pain in the ass but, one way or another, he was going to fuck her.

Shura cackled as she got Orihime to accept her gift of flowers, feeling the stress of the day burn off with heart-thumping, adrenaline-pumping victory.

"Her pixel pussy is mine!"
Mephisto screeched with outrage. "Don't talk about my princess like that! She's more of a lady than you'll ever be!"

Shura howled with laughter. "She took the flowers, your turn to take a shot!"

A dating sim drinking game was a little hard to pull off, but the pair were making it happen through hard work and determination. Shura watched her rival out of the corner of her eyes, making sure he really drank it. Though she never needed a reason to duke it out over shots, Shura did have an ulterior motive. The exorcist was desperate to figure out how Mephisto was exploiting their connection, and figured a little alcohol would loosen his tongue. It helped that she was trouncing him.

Shura had a feeling that her plan was starting to work; already she could feel his emotions more clearly. It was time to apply some pressure. Shura frowned pensively at the screen as she continued her master seduction of the school princess. Maybe if she felt his emotions shift, she'd figure it out? Shura set her controller down to stretch, pointing her toes, arching her back, and let out a breathy sigh, just subtle enough to seem natural. She picked her controller back up again, but could feel Mephisto watching her out of the corner of his eye. She pulled her knees up a little, letting the hem of her short sleeping kimono ride higher and higher up her creamy thigh, and with a shrewd movement, the front gape open just a little more. The demon beside her shifted slightly, and she felt it. It started in one small place, frustration morphing into a cloud of desire. Shura swallowed hard as her own body reacted to lust that wasn't her own. She had to focus. The exorcist concentrated on the spot where she felt the change happen in his mind, face still turned to the screen, and slowly started to feel… a thread joining them. As she continued looking, the thread thickened in her mind until it was so obvious that Shura didn't know how she could have missed it before. She snuck a peek at Mephisto. He seemed absorbed in the game, but the languid set of his body and the lust that clouded his mind was a dead give-away. But he wasn't suspicious. The exorcist decided to focus back on the dating sim before he caught wind of her real success. And she really wanted to bang Orihime.

Shura was closing in on the finish line, Orihime's sparkling eyes welcoming her. The surround sound made it sound like they were really there as the princess said shyly, "Thank you for meeting me here, Ulqui. I j-just …. Have a question for you."

Shura practically slammed the controller in her haste to pick the 'go on' option, and Mephisto let out an anguished whimper.

"I-I…" Orihime seemed to steel herself and Shura let a grin of victory slide onto her face. This. Was. It.

"Ulqui…. Will you be –"

The screen went black.

Shura slowly turned her head towards Mephisto.

"Oh dear! We must have had a power cut!" He didn't even try.

Shura ground her teeth. "The lights are still on."

The demon totally ignored her, changing the topic with a notable lack of subtlety.

"I got you a present," he announced.

Shura stared at him. Mephisto gave her a lazy smile, all innocence. He snapped his fingers and Shura found herself holding a box all done up with the biggest, puffiest ribbon she'd ever seen.

Deeply suspicious.

Mephisto laughed at her expression. "No tricks, my lady. Open it."

Cautiously Shura opened her gift. A pretty blue bikini lay in a cloud of tissue paper. The exorcist stared at him blankly. He grinned.

"I've seen the way you look at the Jacuzzi. What kind of a host would I be if I didn't let my honoured guest have a dip at her leisure?"

That was tempting.

Shura frowned at the box in her hand, warring with her desire and the feeling that she was walking into a trap.

"I'm still mad at you for stealing Orihime from me," she finally said.

Mephisto sensed an easy victory.

"I just had new jet's put in," he crooned. "I need to test them anyway."

Shura bit her lip as she traced the smooth fabric of the bikini with one finger.

"…Just this once."

Mephisto's eyes gleamed, but he was smart enough to stay quiet.

Shura moaned when she slid into the steaming water, the pressure from the fabulous new jets enough to send her into spasms of bliss. There was a splash of water as Mephisto slid in next to her, though just far enough away to not overly annoy. He didn't try to talk to her, but as the silence started to drag on, Shura started to feel… awkward. Especially since there was nothing to distract her from the feeling of his eyes on her scantily clad body. She cleared her throat a little uncomfortably and felt the sharpness of his sudden attention. The bond between them was still as clear as daylight to the exorcist. Never before had Shura managed to get such a clear impression of Mephisto's mind, and the exorcist knew she didn't have much time before he copped on. She stretched languidly again. There was a moment's worry that he'd remember the move from earlier, but Shura felt nothing but a stirring interest. The exorcist refused to feel any relief of her own, determined to feel nothing but deep enjoyment of the water.

It was time to make her move. Shura made a little, irritated noise. "Ugh, can't even relax properly. Damn Vatican, got me stressing about Rin."

Mephisto seemed to have most of his attention focused on the smooth skin of her legs, and his reply was absentminded. "The exam will go fine, my dear. Rin is… exceptional."

Shura groaned and tilted her head back. She could almost feel Mephisto heart thump at the sensual little noise, and it was getting difficult to stop her own body reacting to him. There was something about having his presence so close, knowing that he'd like nothing more than to bend her over and take her again, and again… Shura shivered. Best not to think about it.

"Gotta admit. Sometimes wonder if we're doin' the right thing."

"Hmm?" Was the vague reply.

Shura snorted and, making sure it looked idle, adjusted the strap of her bikini, knowing it made her breasts press invitingly together.

"Knowing them, the Vatican aren't ever gonna let Rin be useful. Just gonna stick him in a corner and gather dust."

She lifted a leg smoothly from the water and Mephisto's eyes followed the movement.

"Hardly. Rin is most important; he is going to be the one who –"

He stopped. And concentrated. Shura's heart pounded as he slowly turned to look at her, his expression caught somewhere between delight and rage.

"You little sneak!"

The demon pounced, and Shura barely had time to move before he had her caged against the wall.

"You nasty, clever little witch." He laughed and then looked like he regretted it. "You deliberately wound me up, just to interrogate me. In my own home!"

The demon rolled his hips against her. Shura gasped at the feeling of his thick erection against her and couldn't help the way her stomach jolted with desire.

Mephisto made a snarly little noise that might have been amused. "I can respect that, my lady."

He moved ever closer, the air seeming to burn with his presence, and bit her gently, making her blood hum. "But I'm going to have to punish you."

"Demon!" She hissed, trying to gather the will to push him away.

"Temptress," he murmured against her skin.

Mephisto moved with all the grace that Shura had come to expect from him as he caressed her body, knowing exactly how to make her come undone. Every brush of his talented fingers against her heated skin, every mark he left on the smooth expanse of her bare body left her feeling unravelled and aching in a way that so light a touch could never sate.

"This isn't right." Shura gasped.

Mephisto made a vague humming noise against her throat before he returned to nipping and sucking her neck. The sensation was so heady that Shura felt her body arch further into his lithe form, despite the foggy protests from her conscience. She was drowning in pleasure. The demon was kneading her breasts, and every touch was like an electric shock that went straight to her core. He had carefully parted her legs, and had his own thigh pressed right up to her centre, grinding against her in the most magical way. Shura could feel her body tightening, starting to gasp for air as the demon's sinful fingers played her body like a harp.

"You have to stop!" She managed to wail, even as her body ached for him to fill her.

Mephisto froze, every muscle in his wiry form tense with frustration. The demon snarled against her skin, and even that made her shiver with delight. Weakly Shura batted at his shoulder, and he slowly pulled away. His eyes blazed with desire as he raked his gaze over her barely-clad body. Shura gasped for air, aching for him to touch her again, but determined to subdue her unruly body. Her eyes dropped from Mephisto's face and she was nearly undone when she saw the shape of his erection through his trunks, so close to where she wanted him. The normally impulsive exorcist struggled like she never had before to control herself, to not pull him loose and let him complete her. Sensing the opportunity slipping away, Mephisto gave a little howl of frustration. He leaned in again, arms boxing the exorcist in and he growled into her ear, his voice raspy with lust.

"Touch yourself."

And Shura couldn't quite resist that.

Shura was more than a little frightened after she'd gotten a hold of herself and made a speedy escape from the cursed hot tub. She covered it up with a thick veneer of anger, but the thought that Mephisto could rob her control with a caress was enough to have her running scared. And the worst part of it was that Mephisto was treating her like she was about to bolt, so it was clear that he could feel her again. After a few moments calming herself, Shura decided she was going to be brave. There was no way she was afraid of that weirdo, and hell would freeze over before she had a real thing for him. It was just… a strange glitch in the bond. It could all be sorted out. Gathering her courage, Shura flopped down into the chair opposite Mephisto, where he had been sitting calmly, radiating serenity.

"Ya gotta fix this damn thing." Shura mumbled.

Mephisto had no intention of doing anything of the sort, especially after hearing her make those delightful little noises under his fingers. But for the sake of peace, he would at least pretend to try.

"Were you attracted to me before the bond was activated?" He was studying their joined wrists and his voice was detached and clinical.

"Uh." Shura blanked.

His head shot up and he stared at her, jaw slightly slack.

"I, uh, no! I wasn't!"

Slowly a wide smile spread across his face, displaying every sharp tooth.

"Wipe that look off yer face! I said I wasn't!"

"Shura," he crooned, "How do you expect me to fix a problem when you aren't honest about what the issue is?"

Shura glowered at him.

Mephisto let out a smooth chuckle that could make a nun blush. "Don't worry Shu-ra," he murmured. "I know I'm sexy, you can be honest with me."

He fell back with a screech when Shura socked him. Angrily the exorcist jumped to her feet and stormed off to their bedroom, not caring that she could hear his head thump off the furniture as she dragged him behind her. Fucking useless clown.

In a dark corner of True Cross Academy, a man pulled out his cell phone. He quickly typed in a number and placed his call, secure in the knowledge that there was no magic or technology in this world that could trace it.

The line crackled to life. "You have information."

The man licked his lips nervously; even just his boss' voice filled him with awe.

"Yes sir. The exwire exam is being held in two months."

There was a pause. "I see. And how will it fare."

He cleared his throat nervously, reluctant to give bad news. "Expected to do well, sir."

The silence was longer this time, as if someone was deep in thought. "Very well, proceed with the contingency plan. You know our goals."

"Yes, sir. I won't let you down."

The voice was colder this time. "Be sure that you don't."

The line went dead, and the man tucked his phone away. He had his orders.

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