Residence of M.A.H.
02:00
Alexzei
He was wearing his joggers and a delivery boy t-shirt. He had a pizza box in his hands. But it was empty. A fine disguise!
Back at the Octace, there was a large room with all kinds of clothes and equipment needed to disguise as a common man. From ironed suits and shirts to local ripped jeans. He had selected this outfit as it was the only one that wouldn't raise suspicion in the dead of the night.
He walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell. There was no response. He pressed it again, twice together. This time the light of the room on the first floor flicked on.
Attaboy! He could see the shadow of a man at the window. The light then switched off and a minute later, the door unlocked.
"Pizza delivery boy sir," Alexzei said as the man opened the door.
Max Alan Harris
What? He burst out of his sleep, perplexed at the sight he was taking in. A pizza delivery boy had woken him from his slumber in the dead of the night to deliver a pizza that was never ordered.
"I haven't ordered anything. Go back and sleep," the man said.
"You are right sir, you haven't ordered anything. This is complimentary from the Order at Orlov's."
His stomach churned and his throat dried. His face turned deathly pale, and sweat beads formed on his skin as fear rapidly drained his heart. He had understood who his visitor was and why he was here.
His breath became faster as he panicked on the spot. The treat of treason's here. He faltered in his steps as he moved backward, sure of his impending death.
Alexzei
He flung the empty box aside and moved ahead. His eyes met those of his target with a daunting, deadly stare. You cannot escape boy. Your fate stands in front of you, and you must embrace your doom! He took out one pistol from each of the holsters at the side of is waist. The belt with two holsters was given to him by the one he served. He attached both the pistols picking up the death machine in his right hand.
"You will see your death move inch by inch towards you. After that, these eyes will see nothing, Nathaniel."
Horror sprawled across the man's face. He had just called him by his real name. His true name.
"Fear your own name do you? Even more than his' whom you aim?"
His prey froze. And he made the shot at that very moment.
Two bullets left the weapon. Each one landed in one of the eyes of Nathaniel Rider, known to Mr. Conrad as Max Harris.
The body fell down. Heavy, sweat-covered, blind. Dead eyes! He stared at the empty black sockets that saw nothing.
Alexzei put the guns back into the holster and picked up the body. Conrad Orlov had specifically instructed him to bring the corpse back. And he did not intend to disobey him.
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