Killers and Predators (Sir Crocodile x reader) [UPDATED]

Now What? (Ch. 8)

Your POV

I stared at the Banana Gator, processing the plan. With how much it's been throughtout, I wonder just how long this has been worked on. Sir Crocodile put out out his cigar, obviously content with his plan.

Mr. 2 was the first to react, "Something like that really exists in this country? And we're going to steal the entire country along with it?" He smiled, "This is giving me such chills!"

Mr. 1 looked over, arms crossed tightly against his chest, "In short, these assignments of ours are the final pieces of this enormous plan?"

"That's right," Sir Crocodile answered, "Every job you've performed since Baroque Works was founded has been a part of this operation. And those letters are your final orders."

Each member reached over to grab their respective letters. Each face remained nonchalant, as if their letters didn't contain the calculated guidelines of destroying this kingdom. 'It's honestly a bit chilling.'

"At last the time has come for the Alabasta Kingdom to disappear. Once each of you has fulfilled your mission," Sir Crocodile smiled, "This kingdom of Alabasta will wreck itself..."

Without a word, they all lean into the candle and burn their letters. The flames creeped up the paper, licking at the member's hands.

"And, with nowhere to go," the smile slowly twisted into a grin, "The rebel and royal armies will tragically fall into Baroque Works' hands."

As the final remnants of the letter turned to ashes, the members returned to their seats.

"In a single night, this land will truly become our utopia. Operation Utopia is Baroque Works' last and greatest operation." Sir Crocodile grinned, "Failure is not an option. We begin at noon tomorrow."

"Understood!"

Sir Crocodile nodded, "I wish you luck."

'Finally this meeting is over.'

Suddenly, the silence broke as the soft clicking of shoes grew closer. We all turned to the stairs, where a man in a long, blue stripped coat walked down. I place a hand on my blade, looking over the man. He looked tired, and injured, obvious from the bandages across his face and forehead. I stared at his hair in the shape of a three and relaxed. 'It's Mr.3. I thought everyone in the meeting was already here. The folder said he wouldn't be coming.' I moved my hand back to the blade. 'Maybe keep this hand.'

Mr. 3 turned to Sir Crocodile, "I must ask that you hold off with this Operation Utopia of yours."

Sir Crocodile cocked a brow.

"Mr. 3," Nico Robin said, turning to him, "How did you get into this secret underground room?"

"Mr. 3!" Mr.2 exclaimed, turning to stand on his chair, "Where the heck did you come crawling out of?!" He leaped to the ground, ready to attack (if you could call his funny position that), "I'll get rid of you, just like I was ordered to!"

I began to unsheathe the blade when Sir Crocodile raised a hand to me. I looked to his face and received a nod. I sighed and put the blade back in, keeping a hand on it.

Sir Crocodile grabbed his cup of what looked like tea and took a sip. Leaning back in his seat, he finally addressed the man, "Wait, Mr. 2."

Mr. 2 tensed up before returning to his seat.

"Crawling out of? How rude." Mr. 3 said, looking looked down, "I merely stuck by your side since the Spiders Café as I took a ride on Bunchi's car."