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
".... Sorry the number you have dialed is either unattended or out of coverage area, please try your—" Cleo smacked her phone down on her lap in frustration. She tried calling Noir the moment she went back to her room after recalling what happened yesterday because of how sick of a bastard was the one asleep across her room. Cleo tried to lie again on the bed, but with her bones aching from the soreness of yesterday plus the incidents that she assumed will happen today, it just added stress to the already stressul situation, she was left to made her way out of her bedroom. She shut the door closed and glanced at the tall-barred broken window they tried to put back together with tape, but it obviously didn't work out so he just called someone to fix it, which would be in the apartment any moment from now. Cleo glued her eyes on the sun rising at the East and remember the last time she saw the sun risen. Even if she's an early ri
Before they went to his workplace, Cleo found herself at the door of her room having a staring contest on the contract posted in front of her door with added signature from both of them at the end of the paper as if boasting that she was binded by a contract with him. She didn't thought signature could become a huge deal in this situation. This signature certainly looked like one from Alas Crowne, a quick dash of his name in cursive with a flair of what seemed like a crown on the end. She have seen lots of it in Spain though he now gave an alias of his name; 'Ace Crowne', it's easy to fathom that it was his alias, she watched from afar on every paper he signed and it must've been thirteen metres apart but she could undoubtedly say that the way he signed the contract was the same as when he was in Spain. Cleo turned around as soon as the door opened behind her. There he was, struggling to pull a big board with fancy glitters and
After she served coffee with milk for Ace and tea for Ace's fiancé: Penelope. Cleo found herself retreating on her room to give them 'a space' as what Penelope said, she sat on the corner of the bed and reached for her phone, trying to call Noir again after many failed attempts, however, this time, relief washed over her when the other end rang. Yet it was not Noir who answered. "Hello my friend, it's nice to hear from you." It was a sweet robotic voice that Cleo knows too well. "Hent? Why did you answer my call?" She asked, it was Hent, the AI robot of the organization who spoke back. "Everyone is busy." She was an advanced robot made only for the organization by some great scientists the organization hired. She was made the same time Cleo entered the organization, scrutinizing that their both new on the organization, Cleo made her first friend at the same time her first enemy. But ever