⌈As long as I'm not getting paid... It's over...⌋
It would be much easier if he just went to a doctor. The bullet burrowed a bit deeper than necessary. This should be expected as he moved unrestricted and even carried the girl without much of a consequence to himself. He had already injected himself with anesthetic to dull the pain before he began the process of taking out the foreign object in his body. This venture of his proved to be successful as he gazed at the perpetrator of his wound. It was not a standard issued caliber of the military. This was highly advanced with a slick finishing deemed untraceable. He would be examining it later.
Now that the bullet was out, he had started with mending his flesh to allow proper healing. Another difficult thing to do, but he does not trust Doctors and rather do it himself. Plus, he seemed to heal fast enough which leaves no scar. Once, it was sutured and cleaned. He placed an ointment on it which promotes regeneration and then wrapped it up with bandages. When he was satisfied how it looked, he stood from his position which warranted a jolt of slight pain to his body. It would appear the anesthetic was starting to wear off. How troublesome... When was the last time, he got hurt like this? He couldn't even remember since it was such a long time ago. Taking a deep breath, he took hold of the bullet he got from the basin.
"You'll help me know more about your owner." He stated as the image of the shooter flashed through his mind. It was a man without doubt and probably slightly taller than him. The guy was not bad on the eyes as well. More than that, his senses assessed that the man as dangerous instantly which would be a first. He was firm on that than the android chick who clearly supersedes human boundaries. It was probably because that man was like walking corpse, there was no intent at all. Could that guy be an android too? In any case, that girl, Stella has her hands full. As his thoughts drifted towards his mark-turned-guest, a knock was heard.
“Hey Violet—I mean, Uno. I accidentally made too much food, so there’s some there if you want it.”
His eyes drifted to his door, but he didn't answer. He did notice that she gave him an alias. Unconsciously, he run his fingers through his hair. It probably pertained to his hair color. Well, he did like color. Every thing in this world was a little to bland for his tastes. Anyway, he didn't mind the labels but she altered it by calling him by his known name. She probably heard it from his AI system. He considered that fact fair as he does know her name through a paid request. Thinking about it, he got himself into something deep and the worse of that, he didn't get paid. Yes, that was the worst thing. It could not even compare to the time he was being killed, yup, it doesn't at all.
Then, he heard a rumble from his stomach. He was hungry as he released a sigh. Before he thinks profoundly about certain matters, he would need to get his much needed energy first. So, he exited his room with just his pants on revealing his upper body and bandaged torso. He went towards the kitchen and then leaned on the post of the open entryway with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes gazed at her as if assessing her for something. "So, what did you make sweetheart?" He said with his ever usual cocky attitude accompanied by his signature playful smile. It did appear that they were playing house and he did have talent to point out the most ridiculous notion.
He then walked towards him and looked at the food she was eating. "Omelette and rice, huh..." He nodded in appraisal while looking at the other plate prepared. "Itadakimasu." He noted airily as he sat just opposite of hers and took the first bite.
"Not bad." He noted as he began to eat his share. It had been a while since he had tasted food made by another or even dine with someone else. He usually eats by himself. Just like that, silence reigned between them. It was only broken when he spoke again taking a break from his meal. "You can sleep here for tonight." He stated and he continued on. "At first sign of daylight, I'll take you back home and that's that." This was the clear-cut view of the situation between them.
They were strangers with no allegiance to each other. They were only brought together by circumstances. He was doing a job. She was the target. Now, it was cancelled. So, she was worthless to him. She was here because he wanted to pay his debt to her. Other than that, there were no other reasons. Plus, he would not stick his neck for her especially now that he knows that he was going to butt heads with the Government. He was already wanted and now got too much heat for his liking. But, it was a different story if money was involved. In any case, she will be on her own tomorrow. She will not be his responsibility anymore.
⌈Once you know, you have to act.⌋
All the things presented in front of him were grandiose in idea and ambition. However, time and the fickle changes of humanity were the most inevitable opponent of this endeavor. Regardless, he had committed the important details to his memory. From that as Darcia has stated, Earth is dying. Unlike it which displayed a sense of melancholy, he did not. It is true that he could still feel the most basic emotions, but they were fleeting and not for him to grasp. Thus, it was simply an information entered into his thoughts. That is all. In response to that impending doom, the EDEN project was initialized. And, this is where the target, Stella R. Iaret was linked to.
The target's parents were both genetically altered humans. He also knew well their current status. They were incapacitated because it had been his mission to do so. It seems he would have to devise a strategy which will acclimate to two conditions, gravity and barrier. He only stopped his trail of thought when Dr. Engels stated his desire of capturing the Rose alive. However, it was against the given directive. Still, he could not help but inform the Head Scientist. "I apologize for that, Dr. Engels." He gave an curt apologetic bow. Yes, he is able to express a bit of empathy and a means of comfort. Though, it was of the most simplistic effort. "Once the target is executed. The cadaver will be turned over to the Science Division as ordered."
His attention was once more perked only briefly by another section of the EDEN Project being sealed away. However, he would not push any further on that subject. This was enough for now. On a different account, he does have a question. "Is there a possibility of another Flower?" He was not certain if this information is under restriction or not. Nevertheless, the answer would give him a certain outlook.