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His pen flowed freely on a stark white paper, a furnished lamp giving his room a dark orange hue. Leaning back to his oak chair, the name Charles Marson, stenciled into its dark brown arms he took a sip of coffee. The light vanilla taste enlightening his tongue and he let a short satisfied sigh exiting his lips. A soft yet loud thump followed by a short cry caused him to pause mid-sip. Eying the door, he placed his cup down softly.
Another thump and cry followed soon after, causing his hand too subconsciously run through his short brown hair. The air began to feel cold and a feeling of great dread washed through him. He stared at the door, every second feeling like minutes, before he heard a something cutting through the air. Another cry came, this time drawn out and slowly fading away.
He practically jumped out of his chair, hastily locking his door. Sweat running down his pores; he made his way to a phone frantically dialing the numbers.
A metallic hiss caused to pause, his head turning to the door. After what seemed like an hour, it began to slowly open. At first all he could see was a black silencer-short and stubby-followed by the side of a carbine. But as the door opened further, the weapons user appeared from the darkness.
It was a woman, there seemed to have blood on her face but her light red skin made it difficult to tell. She had a wide smile on her face, with bright teeth that almost overpowered her black shoulder-length hair.
“Good day” She said, her voice was pleasing on the ears, yet felt cold. Slowly nodding, Charles slowly moved his hands from his phone, keeping them up.
The woman chuckled, grabbing a chair from the corner, through keeping her weapon pointed at him. She dragged it to the center of the five by five rooms and sat down, crossing her legs.
“Do you mind being a dear and handing me that coffee?” She asked her smile widening. Hesitant, Charles slowly reached for the cup that still sat on his nightstand.
“Quickly now”
Swallowing, he handed the cap to her. Grabbing it a gloved hand, she nodded “Thank you” and then took a sip. She let out a surprised hum, apparently enjoying it.
“Are…are you….” Charles began to mumble before the phone rang, causing him to jump. The woman stared at the phone with an annoyed looking. Before looking at Charles with a warm smile her blues eye almost innocent.
“Answer the phone, tell them that you can’t come tomorrow-that your cancer has relapsed and that the doctor recommends you stay home until further notice”
Raising an eyebrow at her, Charles stared at her. The ring of the phone vibrated through the room, as her smile slowly faded.
“I wasn’t asking”
His soared to the phone, answering it just before the ringing died down. He took a deep breath, not taking his eyes off his assassin.
“Hello? Karen….oh….I uh….can’t” He looked towards her for either guidance or out of fear She simply nodded, smiling all the while and taking sips from her coffee.
“Yeah uh…the doctor that cancer….it came back….no I’ll be fine just have to stay a home a few days…..love you” He put the phone back into its receiver with a click, a nervous laughter escaping.
“Good job” The woman smiled, a smug aura emitting off her.
“You’re not….you’re not going to kill me…..right?” Charles said in an almost unintelligible mummer. The women took a long sip, going “ah” as she let the flavor set in. She then reached into her pocket with one hand, giving Charles a thing grey slip, before going back to drinking her coffee.
“By Imperial Decree Charles Marson, Director of Security for the Republic Research Bureau is to be….to be….”
“Killed” She finished, examine her cup. “This coffee isn’t half bad. What brand is it?” She asked, chuckling as Charles shifted his weight, took a moment to eye the clock.
11:30 PM
“It’s….it’s my mother’s secret receipt. She has a farm on….on Alldra” He finally responded. The women nodded, throwing the cup behind her.
“Hmm….perhaps I’ll visit her after our little chat. Share receipts, talk about our husbands-Women talk” She mused, staring back at Charles.
“Of course I’m not here for that.” She licked her black lips, reaching into her pocket again, this time procuring a sleek, streamlined datapad. She handed it to Charles, who reluctantly too it.
“Type the codes, security procedures, everything into that-and I will let you live”
Charles shot the women a look, a mixture of shock and confusion in his expression.
“What? It won’t the first nor the last time I circumvent orders. I like you Charles, you have a…. strength to you.” Her smile began less sinister and more….caring. It seemed as if she was now concerned.
Saying nothing, Charles began typing away, causing the women to nod and mouth thank you. He seemed less nervous, confident now. It took him only moments to finish.
“Here’s everything. I….I know a person that can get me off world, change my face and my name I…how do you plan on explaining my disappearance. I mean a body double is”
The women shushed him; a finger placed her mouth before returning to her weapon. She smiled last time.
“Simple”. Three thumps cracked through the air as Charles jerked, blood beginning to cover his white shirt. He was dead in an instant. Letting out a chuckle, the women stood up, pacing over to the man, letting two more shots sail into his chest. Checking his pulse, she then reached her pocket one last time and brought a metallic object, similar to epipen.
Placing it on his neck, she pressed button. A red line began to fill a white space in the middle of the tube, before filling up and turning into a bright green. She put away, looking around something.
She smiled as spotted an unlit candle. Apparently the late Charles was a romantic. Lighting it, she let it burn for a moment, admiring the flame before pushing the candle of its table. As the room began to burn around her, she paced out, humming a jaunty tune.
His pen flowed freely on a stark white paper, a furnished lamp giving his room a dark orange hue. Leaning back to his oak chair, the name Charles Marson, stenciled into its dark brown arms he took a sip of coffee. The light vanilla taste enlightening his tongue and he let a short satisfied sigh exiting his lips. A soft yet loud thump followed by a short cry caused him to pause mid-sip. Eying the door, he placed his cup down softly.
Another thump and cry followed soon after, causing his hand too subconsciously run through his short brown hair. The air began to feel cold and a feeling of great dread washed through him. He stared at the door, every second feeling like minutes, before he heard a something cutting through the air. Another cry came, this time drawn out and slowly fading away.
He practically jumped out of his chair, hastily locking his door. Sweat running down his pores; he made his way to a phone frantically dialing the numbers.
A metallic hiss caused to pause, his head turning to the door. After what seemed like an hour, it began to slowly open. At first all he could see was a black silencer-short and stubby-followed by the side of a carbine. But as the door opened further, the weapons user appeared from the darkness.
It was a woman, there seemed to have blood on her face but her light red skin made it difficult to tell. She had a wide smile on her face, with bright teeth that almost overpowered her black shoulder-length hair.
“Good day” She said, her voice was pleasing on the ears, yet felt cold. Slowly nodding, Charles slowly moved his hands from his phone, keeping them up.
The woman chuckled, grabbing a chair from the corner, through keeping her weapon pointed at him. She dragged it to the center of the five by five rooms and sat down, crossing her legs.
“Do you mind being a dear and handing me that coffee?” She asked her smile widening. Hesitant, Charles slowly reached for the cup that still sat on his nightstand.
“Quickly now”
Swallowing, he handed the cap to her. Grabbing it a gloved hand, she nodded “Thank you” and then took a sip. She let out a surprised hum, apparently enjoying it.
“Are…are you….” Charles began to mumble before the phone rang, causing him to jump. The woman stared at the phone with an annoyed looking. Before looking at Charles with a warm smile her blues eye almost innocent.
“Answer the phone, tell them that you can’t come tomorrow-that your cancer has relapsed and that the doctor recommends you stay home until further notice”
Raising an eyebrow at her, Charles stared at her. The ring of the phone vibrated through the room, as her smile slowly faded.
“I wasn’t asking”
His soared to the phone, answering it just before the ringing died down. He took a deep breath, not taking his eyes off his assassin.
“Hello? Karen….oh….I uh….can’t” He looked towards her for either guidance or out of fear She simply nodded, smiling all the while and taking sips from her coffee.
“Yeah uh…the doctor that cancer….it came back….no I’ll be fine just have to stay a home a few days…..love you” He put the phone back into its receiver with a click, a nervous laughter escaping.
“Good job” The woman smiled, a smug aura emitting off her.
“You’re not….you’re not going to kill me…..right?” Charles said in an almost unintelligible mummer. The women took a long sip, going “ah” as she let the flavor set in. She then reached into her pocket with one hand, giving Charles a thing grey slip, before going back to drinking her coffee.
“By Imperial Decree Charles Marson, Director of Security for the Republic Research Bureau is to be….to be….”
“Killed” She finished, examine her cup. “This coffee isn’t half bad. What brand is it?” She asked, chuckling as Charles shifted his weight, took a moment to eye the clock.
11:30 PM
“It’s….it’s my mother’s secret receipt. She has a farm on….on Alldra” He finally responded. The women nodded, throwing the cup behind her.
“Hmm….perhaps I’ll visit her after our little chat. Share receipts, talk about our husbands-Women talk” She mused, staring back at Charles.
“Of course I’m not here for that.” She licked her black lips, reaching into her pocket again, this time procuring a sleek, streamlined datapad. She handed it to Charles, who reluctantly too it.
“Type the codes, security procedures, everything into that-and I will let you live”
Charles shot the women a look, a mixture of shock and confusion in his expression.
“What? It won’t the first nor the last time I circumvent orders. I like you Charles, you have a…. strength to you.” Her smile began less sinister and more….caring. It seemed as if she was now concerned.
Saying nothing, Charles began typing away, causing the women to nod and mouth thank you. He seemed less nervous, confident now. It took him only moments to finish.
“Here’s everything. I….I know a person that can get me off world, change my face and my name I…how do you plan on explaining my disappearance. I mean a body double is”
The women shushed him; a finger placed her mouth before returning to her weapon. She smiled last time.
“Simple”. Three thumps cracked through the air as Charles jerked, blood beginning to cover his white shirt. He was dead in an instant. Letting out a chuckle, the women stood up, pacing over to the man, letting two more shots sail into his chest. Checking his pulse, she then reached her pocket one last time and brought a metallic object, similar to epipen.
Placing it on his neck, she pressed button. A red line began to fill a white space in the middle of the tube, before filling up and turning into a bright green. She put away, looking around something.
She smiled as spotted an unlit candle. Apparently the late Charles was a romantic. Lighting it, she let it burn for a moment, admiring the flame before pushing the candle of its table. As the room began to burn around her, she paced out, humming a jaunty tune.