âA gun and A grenade, A Chaotic Mission, indeed.â
Disappointment. Yes, it does leave a bad taste to his senses. Never once did he fail to complete the mission given to him. Regardless, he was not able to experience the full range of feelings of defeat. As such, it was simply brushed off much like dust in the wind. After all, he was not done yet. He will see this command to him be done splendidly. Still, he would give due credit to the anomaly he had come across with earlier. The stranger was combat efficient and can hold to his own even to the point of destroying his lock-down protocols. He had already done a background check and had a list of possible identities. To narrow it down, he used an image to find a facial match. He had managed to source it out from the security cameras installed in the area. It was not a clear image, but it was good enough to give it a run.
It had yield a result which he had found the need to be noted. There was not much of information in regards of personal details. However, it had given him an identification through the recorded crimes linked to the stranger now known to him as Uno. It could also be described as impressive judging by the notorious deeds committed by this felon. He could conclude that this man was probably ordered by someone else. If that was the case, he would need to dig a bit more deep. In the end, there is nothing more effective than eradicating the source than cutting down the replaceable limbs. His thoughts ended at that point as he had finally arrived at the prescribed location. After situating his car properly, he exited along with the wolfhound he had taken from the scene. A leash in his hand.
To anyone who is familiar with Crux, this would be a rather peculiar scene. To others, it was considered normal despite the rarity of animals nowadays. Nevertheless, what he found rather profound instead was the canine's lack in resistance to his lead or company. Naturally, the animal, known for its loyalty, would have fight him or even expressed a desire to search for its owner. It was completely absent. As such, he had decided that this wolfhound was either uncaring or clever. What the case may be, he was now the current keeper of it and has already a use for the dog in mind. With that, he entered one of the Trivium buildings. This one was specifically assigned for Scientific Research and Technology Advancement.
The guards attempted to halt his entrance moreover with his canine package. This was not a problem as he showed his badge in which they immediately apologized and even gave him a salute as a sign of respect. As for him, he simply gave them a sufficient nod implying that it was fine. Deeper he went as he inclined himself to find it. Then after a few minutes, he had reached his objective. There before him was the pinnacle of Android Technology, known as Project Zero. He had been informed about it but the knowledge he has was limited to a need-to-know basis. However, he had never had the opportunity to personally see or speak to it. Thus, this will be the first time.
"Good evening. I am Crux. I am here to pick you up." He introduced himself in his ever usual business etiquette and spoke of his purpose. As for the wolfhound, it simply stood there by his side with its silent observation. It will not be above him to say that Project Zero was a visage of a beautiful human female. It was created with finesse and sophistication unlike any other he had seen. A melding of machine and humanity, it was a rather conflicting notion since from the very beginning. Nevertheless, Dr. Solomon Engels had truly proven his brilliance. The authenticity of its design was remarkable and worthy of emulation. Still, this would be a decision left for his superiors and whatever it might be, he will stand by it. "If you are ready, let us leave. We will discuss the details at my vehicle." After stating that, the canine by his side finally moved. Its action was rather surprising in a sense as it went towards Project Zero.
âThis is why I prefer dead people.â
At least the girl has guts. He would give her that much. Most people would have been in hysteria right about now. Her? It was far from that. Actually, it would be more fitting to say she was annoyed as hell. This only gave him the insight that she was either used to such stuff or had a previous experience. Anyway, he did not have much time to ponder as she had openly declare that she was not coming with him, she was going to find her dog, she was going home, and he was to back off. Yeah, it would be the best place to be right now. Of course, he was being sarcastic about it. "No can do. You're my meal ticket." He stated without reservation. That was something he was not going to hide. This was after all his chosen profession.
"Plus, it seems I'm not the only one who's after you." He stated with a matter-of-fact tone. That bullet was headed straight for her, which means, she was the target. As for him, he was excess baggage. "That shooter will come back for you. I won't be surprised if that person is at your home now or even interrogating your mom and dad with a nice cup of tea." Though the methods were cowardly in his opinion, it was highly skilled, organized, and planned. He was dealing with another professional. So, he could assume that the shooter has a very well-verse knowledge about her, the target. Because, he was on the same boat. "Someone has already put a bounty on your pretty little head." Upon saying that, he pushed her towards a nearby wall and imprisoned her with both of his arms blocking her exit from both sides. "Either way you interpret it. I won't let you go."
Without warning, he kissed her. This of course was not filled with romantic intentions or was it covered with innocent adoration. Even more so, it was not the start of a love story. That gesture of his was a method to make her take a tablet which readily melts within seconds. He ended the kiss and the effects should be manifesting now. "Good night." The drug will cause minor numbness of the senses at first and then induce instant sleep. It only lasts for a few hours which depends on the recovery of the body. Well, he could have just killed her, but he had a feeling, it would be good for her to stay alive. As for him, he wanted to hurry and dump her to his current employer and get it done with. Because his senses are telling him, he had stepped into a middle of douche bag hole much greater than himself.