1 year 11 months ago. Earth
Kinderheim looked at all the students in his class. All students were here. Well, not all. The Ibrahimovich twins werenât there. Kinderheim asked Sally and Mark, who always came to school with the twins, where they were. âVictor mother says they wonât come for some days. They sick,â said Sally and went back to scribbling on the desk.
Sick, huh?It took him Kinderheim an hour to reach the place where the Ibrahimovich twins lived. He didnât care much about the twins. It was only that in this part of town, children getting âsickâ never meant that the child was sick. It was a shabby run down building, probably a hundred years old. Kinderheim walked inside. Quite a few people were standing along the wall, staring at Kinderheim.
Well, many stared at him, and many died too. It was his weird dressing style, he told himself. After all, who wears a red trench coat, red cowboy hat and yellow sunglasses in this day and age? Only Kinderheim, he thought smiling. He looked at them and nodded, but they just looked away. Now, now, his dressing style wasnât that bad, was it?
Kinderheim also noticed fear in their eyes. He was a torturer and if he didnât know when to stop, then he wouldnât be good at his job. A personâ eyes conveyed a lot, and they were clearly scared. He didnât bother anyone and went straight ahead. They were poor and he was new. Of course theyâd be scared. What if he was a thug?
Two flights of stairs, and stares, later he was there, at the Ibrahimovich residence. More like the Ibrahimovich cardboard box, he thought to himself. He knocked the door and the door creaked.
Itâs open. Hmm⊠He walked inside and saw a gruesome sight, a dead woman, possibly the twinsâ mother, and a dead dog. It was pretty brutal, blood splattered all the over the place.
Great⊠I just hoped finding them will be fu-His phone rang, breaking his train of thought. It was Roxanne, the woman he worked for. âWhat?â he queried.
âWhere are you? I have a client for us,â she said, her happiness clearly heard.
âTwo of my students didnât attend class. Iâm making sure they are fin-â Again interrupted.
âItâs the Ibrahimovich twins, isnât it?â her voice was sadder this time. âSo he did it. I canât believe heâd have the ballsâŠâ
âCare to explain?â
Roxanne gave a long sigh and spoke, âThe twins are probably dead. Or have been sold off to the Slavers.â
âYou mea-â
âYes, Iâm talking about them only. There is no point. They have already left. But they will return next week to complete the deal with our Boss. You can have your revenge then.â
This time it was Kinderheim who sighed. He didnât say anything for a while and neither did her. He wasnât sad about the twins, oh no, he was sad that he might not be able to torture any of the slavers. Theyâll be holed up together and capturing one of them would just be a colossal waste of time and energy. Thatâs why he hated large group. Too much hassle.
âNow, now. Donât get so sad. In these parts such things are common,â said Roxanne.
âYou know Iâm not sad about that. Anyways Iâll be over there,â said Kinderheim and switched his cell off.
I guess this client is going to have much worse day.12 days ago. Day 2 on Omega.
âYes sir, I understand,â said the shop owner, âYou want anything else?â
Kinderheim looked around. The only thing they had here were armor. No normal dresses, at all. âArmor is what people buy here,â was his reasoning. Kinderheim started to hate Omega already. But there were a lot of fun things to do here, so he didnât leave. He could always go to where the Vorcha lived and screw around with them. The Red Coat Monster, the little Vorcha kids had named him. He smiled at that name, for it was better than the name Jason had given him, Kinderheim.
As he took the armor from the shop owner and as he was about to leave he saw the Krogan entering, the same Krogan who had helped Kinderheim join with Turian female, Roz the awesome. Instantly, his Phalanx was out and aimed at the Kroganâs eyes. The Krogan saw him and he got his shotgun was out. The shop owner got his assault rifle and shouted, âNO FIGHTING!â
The shop owner walked towards the Krogan and shouted something in a language Kinderheim didnât understand. He hated that everyone seemed to talk in languages he didnât understand. Kinderheim smiled at the Krogan, âLetâs take it outside,â and started walking towards the exit, and towards the Krogan but then he saw the Turian male who had stopped him from killing the Batarian two earlier and spoke again, âHey there.â
The Turian looked at Krogan, then at Kinderheim and did a facepalm. âIt seems you know my Krogan friend here, Furvanor Kask. Furvanor, would you please not kill him?â The Krogan lowered his shotgun, grunted, spoke, âThatâs twice your ass got saved. Lucky bastard,â and left.
The Turian looked at the Krogan and spoke, âIâll bring your things. And Thanks.â He walked towards the shop owner, who had lowered his rifle, and asked for the Kroganâs stuff. The shop owner left them to go get whatever Kask wanted. The Turian spoke with a small smile, âThe nameâs Septimus Caezar,â he said while giving the credits to the man, who had returned with a massive armor. âThe shop owner is Parnet.â
âIâm Kinderheim, if I havenât told you that,â he greeted them both. Two Krogans came inside and picked up the armor that Furvanor wanted, War Lord Armor. The Turian noticed the Heavy Janissary armor Kinderheim held and laughed, âYou arenât seriously going to buy that?â
âWhy what is the problem?â
âNothing. It doesnât suit your combat style, and it costs about eight million credits,â said the Turian laughing. Kinderheim was in shock for a few moments. Eight million credits?! He only had five⊠thousand credits.
As the Turian walked out of the store and spoke again, âFollow me. And donât take the suit along with you.â
Kinderheim looked at himself in the mirror. The armor the Turian had given looked good, though not as good as the trench coat. Septimus laughed again, âI see you are not happy, but your boss did ask you to change, didnât she?â
Kinderheim looked at the Turian. The Turian realized what he had said and smiled again, âThe Batarian works for us.â âOh! Okay,â he said and looked back at the mirror. The armor would do. Roz wanted something that wasnât a red trench coat and this was comfortable enough. âDo I have to pay for it?â asked the Turian.
âNot at all. That armor isnât all that good. But itâs light and has red so I gave it you. But⊠If you want to pay back, you could do some work for us. You know, the kind of your work you did on Earth,â said the Turian and walked towards the large hangar. Kinderheim followed.
âSo you too did a background check on me?â
The Turian spoke with one of the pilots and then with Kinderheim, âDidnât need to. We know you were the one who bombed the Eclipse drug racket head quarters on Earth.â He was referring to the school.
So the boss that guy meant was from the EclipseâŠâSure,â Kinderheim said with a smile, âAnything that is fun shall be done.â
âIâd much rather know I can eat tomorrow, new blood,â said Roz. Kinderheim sighed. He hated it when Roz talked about the future. Who cared about the future? The present is here, why not enjoy that instead of, you know, brooding about the future? If she wanted money for food, he could ask Septim-
Oh wait. Kinderheim realized the Turian couldnât help him after what happened yesterday. Maybe Kinderheim should think of the future?
Slowly but surely the rest of his teammates joined him and Roz. First was Perspephone, or was it Persephone? Kinderheim didnât know so he didnât ask; or talked to her. She seemed happy all the time and Kinderheim wondered what was so fun.
Probably sex⊠thought Kinderheim and turned his attention to the glass of Batarian ale Forvan had just given him. Free drinks courtesy of the Turian, Septimus, he guessed.
Just as he started to drink, Mayce arrived. He was half-robot, half-⊠No, he was more like 90 percent robot, a little human-ish. Kinderheim was fascinated by Mayce. Mayce was someone Kinderheim would love to torture. He was human-ish so he would feel pain, but he was also a robot, allowing Kinderheim to torture him without worrying too much. Perfecto, Kinderheim thought and smiled. But alas, Roz wouldnât allow.
Chim the Krogan was next. Chim seemed a fun guy, but he was Krogan, which were the species Kinderheim hated a lot. They got to live thousands of years, and he only 70? Not fair! Kinderheim had whined many times. Another Krogan approached Chim, and they left.
Kinderheim sighed. After what had happened yesterday, his life was going to be less fun, it seemed. The Turian had taken pretty much all his money and everything else except his armor and his Phalanx. âI cannot allow you here at this moment. Need to look badass in front of the boss. Let things cool down and Iâll let you torture people for us again, say after one week?â the Turian had said at the time. He sighed and looked at Mayce.
Let things get fun again⊠For his sake.