The Serrated Greatsword was a no go as usual, not that I minded. I grab a rag and soak it in water before pulling a chair up in the middle of the room. Some weapons had blood on them and I wouldn't let it stain. Least I'll be busy tomorrow cause I ain't fucking do that tonight.Īs I turn the washer on and listen to it hum to life, I head on up to my collection room. The blood could be washed off, but I'd have to wipe it off the weapons and non washable gear. I put on some PJs after a warm shower and take my gear to the wash room. My hot bod is for me and me only you bar skanks in the making! Can't even process my emotions in peace these days. I don't know who had what sounded like a Justin Bieber ringtone, but I bet you it's one of the little girls in the neighborhood. This will be an unfortunately long morning for me. The call ends and I stuff the phone back into my pocket, right after silencing it of course. Katarina: You'd put yourself in danger and I can't promise I won't kill him. Present the opportunity to find a supposed killer and he'll come running like an animal. Swain: It might be best to egg him into a trail. Unfortunately, you can't reason with stupid people. I don't know of any woman that Swain has killed since he prefers clean business so Swain might be alright. Going around killing important people for some chick. I don't care if he is right! He proceeds to tell me about Y/N's little hunt. If it wasn't for the living space and money he gave me, I'd make him eat all his teeth for that sentence. Swain: You could have silenced it, you know. Your phone call almost got me caught and I bet he's suspicious as all hell now. Swain: I just got off the phone with Darius and he's uncovered what seems to be a motive. Now I'm left wondering if he carefully peeked as to not show off his body or just forgot. Well good fucking shit Kat! Yell at your own boss like a fucking dimwit why don't ya! I look up as I see some light shine through the window above. The man on the other side clears his throat, making me bite my lips. Katarina: Whoever the hell this is, I'm going to fucking kill you! I immediately drop into the bush below and rip the phone out of my pocket. Was he crying? What would make him a whiny baby? My phone then goes off and since it wasn't on silent, he took notice. He sits down, probably at the edge of his bed and buries his face into his hands. Other than that, he isn't anything impressive even next to Draven. If eye candy was a thing of mine, this would be gold. I see him strip himself of his bloodied gear and toss them around the room until he was almost completely bare. Of all the places to find a politic hater, you'd think he'd hide underground or something. The curtain was closed just enough that he wouldn't see me. Once to the bedroom window, I hang off the roof and peek into the room. My steps were as silent as usual so he wouldn't notice I was here. I jump through the air and onto the roof. Judging from his body language, he's in distress. Y/N scrambles to open his door and slams it shut behind him. He should know by now he isn't a lightweight. Judging from the broken limb, Draven did this exact same thing. I gaze down at him from the tree I was hiding in. Of course, Swain and I don't see efficiency the same way. Lack of haste in his escape back to a safezone deducts some points from his efficiency chart. It's like, one in the morning and this bastard just got back to his house.
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