It was a beautiful day to stroll around town on this beautiful summer island and go shopping with the government money. He had to admit to himself that being a mercenary for the pirates was profitable, but the Navy knew how to pay much better, with more punctuality and less hassle to get the agreed amount.
He nudged the body of the guy he just beat up with his foot as he finished down his soft drink. One thing was certain, the poor fellow bartender, who was still cowering fearfully behind the bar, would have a lot to clean up after he was gone. He walked over to the counter, dropping a few gold berrys, more than the price due for the drink.
- Keep the change, for the trouble -, he smiled at the man from behind the thick mirrored sunglasses; he always wore them to hide his features. The fewer people who knew his face, the better off he and his business were.
He couldn't take even two steps away from the bar when he was called back by an authoritative voice behind him.
- Agent Wasp! -.
The young man turned slowly, finding himself face to face with one of the newly promoted Sergeants of the Navy: Carson Drake, dark hair in a brush, badly shaved beard, but an impeccable uniform, complete with a shiny holstered pistol and a sparkling badge.
And of course an escort in tow; all this did not bode well.
- Sergeant! What good wind brings you to look for me? -, he welcomed him with a smile that hid the annoyance of being interrupted in the middle of his rest. - If it's to give me an engagement, I inform you that I'm not on duty, I'm sorry -.
- Stop it kid -, Carson's tone was obviously annoyed about something, because he immediately dropped the formalities without even saying "Hello", - You're in trouble. And this is the right time for Sengoku to open his eyes to who you really are -.
- In trouble? -, the young man didn't lose his smile, limiting himself to reviving his thick and long black hair with one hand, - And what would I have ever done to make the Grand Admiral himself angry? -.
His calm tone only increased Carson's anger; something the young man expected, just as he also knew why Sengoku was mad at him.
The Sergeant strode up to him, while his escort lagged strangely behind.
- Listen to me you brat... -, he growled at him, his face a few centimeters from his, - Right now your ass should be in the Meeting Room of the Headquarters doing your duty for the Government that has decided to use you, so now come with me without making a fuss, is that clear? -.
Were it not for the mirrored lenses on his glasses, Sergeant Carson would have seen the flash of pure killer instinct in the boy's eyes as he was told what to do.
- I'm sorry to have to misunderstand you, Sergeant, but the only entities I serve are the God Money and the Goddess Fortune, and only as long as the Government will make offers to the former on my behalf will I continue to grant you my skills. So, calm down, it's bad for your health to get angry like that -.
That answer was not at all appreciated by the Marine, who didn't hesitate to grab the young man's arm with more force than necessary, with every intention of dragging him by force.
A fatal mistake.
With a fluid flick of his wrist, the boy freed himself from that annoying grip and in less than 4 seconds, the award-winning Sergeant Carson Drake found himself on the ground on his back, the boy's knee pointed forcefully at the center of his sternum blocking his breath and any movement and his own shiny gun thrust into the mouth with force.
- Make one movement Drake and I swear I'll blow your brains out -, Agent Wasp's tone was calm, as if he hadn't just threatened to kill him.
The Marine's eyes went to his men, while indistinct sounds came from his throat, as if despite the gun stuck in his mouth he could still give orders.
- Save your breath Drake, they won't help you at all. No one will -, there was a strange note in his voice, almost hypnotic, that sent a cold shiver down the Sergeant's back.
Just then, the Snailphone attached to his belt began to ring.
A wicked grin appeared on the young man's face.
Time to have a chat with the old man ~