“Blanche and I were part of a mission to kill your friend,” Misha started, Slidell’s mind wasn’t on the postponed date now, but on the fact that the whole night, Misha opened up to him.
He felt like he had a new responsibility to protect, what Misha said and what she’s going to say was something she let him hold, because she trusts him already.
“But Blanche didn’t kill him, as what you see. She fell in love with him instead.”
Slidell had no idea whose friend she’s talking, not until she continued, that friend… was Ace Crowne.
“What?!” He half-shouted and half of the people in the coffee shop turned their heads on them, so he repeated it with a hushed tone,
“Why do you want to kill Ace Crowne?”
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As Ace went on to his car with Dog on the passenger seat, he blew air from his rolled-up window and whispered if that’s the thing that his mother wanted.Ace gave it to Alas.Ace’s always the one who gave, Ace protects his brother, Ace loves him, Ace…For years, he has the job of protecting his brother, he had a camouflage and worked at a comedy bar as a jester so that he’ll have a flexible schedule because when Alas needs his help, he shall be there for him no matter what.Because he’s the next leader, the heir to the family, he shall be protected, the family shall put their focus on Alas and trained him to be the next leader, that’s why he always have to do something outside and inside the country, he always have men that observed his surroundings and keep him away from harm, a henchman that would go wherever he wanted him to go.
“Now that it’s clear Mr. Tassel don’t want to join us, what’s your next plan?”Blanche turned to the computer screen, it was another day and they’re on the abandoned building again, Moss was trying to have a conversation with Blanche while Rat just stood beside the door with his palms buried on his face.It wasn’t like she never told him not to be here ever again, she just told him that his job was done after they got Hent. But Rat doesn’t like that idea, he never talked to Blanche after they got Hent though, it’s always a filler word, sometimes in Moss conversation or in command.Blanche let the poor guy stay. He’s the one who showed them the abandoned place so its just reasonable to let him stay.But one fact surface from all, Blanche thought she could pull Mr. Tassel to let go of the organization and rebel against them, she
Even if Alas looked like a self-centered narcissist, he still has a sense of pity, just a bit though, a tiny bit. For his brother who’s always had the center of attention, for his brother who gets all the love in the world.Alas grew up knowing that he’s not the favorite child, but when their mother died, things take a turn and in just a blink of an eye he was on the room listening to his father as he declared him the next heir of the family’s business.“I won’t let you, Alas,” Ace replied with a stern voice.“Well then.” He walked back to Ace’s bedroom and take a look over the window.“What if I told you that she wants to kill you?”Ace followed him, but his face didn’t move an inch, making Alas conclude that he knew that all along. “How can you do that?” That moment,
“Never do that again, Blanche.”Blanche nodded, giving in to Hent that she’s wrong on thinking that she could handle all the problems that came in her way alone, sometimes, problems required friends so that you can solve them, just like what Hent said; two can tango.It was in the middle of the night, the moon creepily sought them as Hent and Blanche prepare for the next plan. It’s clear that the vital thing for the organization was not Blanche anymore, it’s Hent, but they learned better, they knew their rotten personality and bad things they did to them, so in order to not have Hent, Blanche arranged that Hent should be taken out of the abandoned building and she’ll be in hiding in the apartment, specifically in the room of Blanche that’s parallel to Ace.She knew how to go there by copying what Astolfo did, peak on the window first, Hent would be shu
It was nearing midnight in Santa Cruz and the road went gravel from dirt. On the corner of a huge stone resting on a tall broad tree, she bowed down not because of leisure, but because of the mission they gave to her, she wore a black matte leather jumpsuit with geometric latex lines covering her whole body, her long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her hands held the palmer cap-chur long-range projector .50 caliber rifle. The highway that catered the fast-driving cars was almost empty, save for two cars tailing each other and was speeding fast trees after trees. She swallowed the lump in her throat and waited for the voice from her earpiece to say the signal. “They’re approaching," a sweet but monotonous voice declared at the same time the noise of a speeding car hit her ears, she gripped the rifle tightly: Focusing on the fast-approaching car on the west side of the road; two different types of cars were in view, one was a Cadillac
“Why didn’t you kill him?” The voice echoed as she ransacked her mind for a definitive answer. It was like a broken cassette tape, she covered her ears with her hands and tried to enveloped her knees together close to her chest. When she raised her head she saw a tall French man passing down the dark-colored business seats of the plane. "Noir, Noir, how did it go?” she asked, worry was written all over her beautiful pale face as she planted her feet on the floor and ran for Noir. Because she knew that whatever he would say can break the puzzle she was trying to complete. One thing was obvious: her mission failed, that's why she was riding on the organization's private plane not having any information on where it would land. Because she didn't pull the trigger on her last mission, the organization got mad and she was close to thinking that they will drop her off the plane in a suburban land and let her die.
The mission was to love him. As to how she'll gonna do that, she doesn't have any idea. Maybe if she learns about him on a close-range basis, she'll understand him and love him in the process. Maybe if she'll just hold her horses from coming out, she'll see him in a different light. Maybe. Just maybe. After helping the man twice, she hailed a cab and put her sunglasses on her bag as a yellow cab stopped in front of her. "Where to ma'am?" She told him the address Noir gave; the address from an apartment building, maybe the organization sympathize with her a little and rent a home after they slammed in her face that they want her out. For the whole car ride, her thoughts were flying out from the open window, not minding the beautiful view that another country was giving, she already had enough of traveling, considering that her last mission treated traveling from a
She has to settle things straight ASAP. She knew it was part of her mission to get close to him but unfortunately, the puzzle had been done wrong. At this moment, Cleo almost wanted that he just know all the assassination plan about him and he would fight for his life in a dark room than doing such childish things in his own house. Was his mother that trustworthy for him to be this credulous without her even trying? She wasn't here to be a maid, she's here to kill him, but whatever how he liked things to go, he must've noticed the way Cleo moves and how it can be easily compared to a robot-maid that he wants. He even has his search history filled about how to control a robot before: the cover of a lady robot with a maid apron had given it all away on his iPad on the center table. A robot was supposed to be the smartest of all things, a robot was programmed to obey its master, and another thing he purposedly augment