Star Soldier Zackarack SIDE TRACK: [GRIMM MEMORIA]

Chapter 2: Fly By Night

The Assassin known as Charon lives by a simple way of life. Not a glamorous one, but a way of life nonetheless. Nearly every day, he would wait around atop of the city's rooftops taking care of "Smaller" jobs that usually involved preventing any sort of robbery or mugging. The basic stuff, really.

But as for what he's waiting for, that seems to be the BIG jobs that give out equally big payouts. As he goes free-roam in the city, he'll suddenly be interrupted by his mentor. The woman who trained both him and the brother inside of his own blood who refers to herself as "Artemis" would fly down from the skies above before usually chatting with the boys, feeding them information about their next assignment.

Sometimes, she'll come with them. Sometimes, she'll partake in long-ranged support. But no matter what she does, she seems to be the more physically imposing assassin compared to her mentors. There was NO sign of mutation on her, nor any sort of genetic tampering to grant her the ability to shoot fire from her fingertips or be able to enter the Astral Plane. She's just that damned good at what she does.

She only wishes that she could use it in other ways. But when in the Hades Corporation's grasp, you're not squirming your way out of the system.

After the job, the boys would go head out and send out a report to the Big Boys before waiting around. Either training or sightseeing. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

And now, it's time for the wash.

Charon would find himself leaning against a wall in the same alley that he has murdered Winslow, the money laundering businessman. Although really, it was TARTARUS who killed him. The mummy wanted to throw him behind bars rather than kill the man outright.

The neon lights of the Leisure District would still flash around towards the alley, and the people who roam the streets would slowly change their demographic from the usual families looking for a night of fun to a bunch of drunk frat boys and girls looking for a quick solution to the common cold known as boredom.

But no one would notice the man wrapped in gauze. Possibly because he's being glossed over by a bunch of intoxicated punks or his kind is just a natural part of the Olympus Underbelly. Either theory could be true.

And as the mummy leans against the dented, poorly bricked wall that marks the entryway to Ambrosia-head Junction, he would shift his blood-red eyes left and right towards the Helios-filled streets. Possibly looking for an associate from the Higher-Ups to debrief with.

He pressed the button on the bandolier holding his many knives, usually being a neat way to call-in the cavalry VIA GPS signals.

Thankfully, assistance would come soon. Right in the form of what appears to be a black limousine-styled Helios with tinted windows. A rare sight that any commoner would find, but something that Charon would grow to be very accustomed to witnessing.

The vehicle would find itself slowing down to a sudden stop as the gravitational engines keeping it afloat cease to function, placing the floating black box on the concrete below along with emitting a rapid clicking sound. Indicating that the doors are now unlocked.

Noticing this, the mummy would briefly sigh before walking towards the back of the vehicle, still looking to his sides for any sort of onlookers or eavesdroppers. But if anyone wasn't batting an eye when his bandaged personage was lounging around in front of an alley, then who'd pay attention now?

People would just dismiss any sort of Hades Corporation presence. If it doesn't concern them, then why the hell bother?

As the mummy opened the door into the back of the vehicle, he'd slump his way atop of the leather seats inside. Slamming the door right behind him in one simple, singular motion. And while inside the limo, things appeared to be less... Conventional than always.