[Warning: This chapter is Chapter 6: Shot and Helpless in Alan's POV. If you haven't read Chapter 6, I strongly urge you to do it. Also, the original draft is too long so I'm splitting it into Up in Flames Pt. I and Up in Flames Pt. II.]
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(Alan's POV)
I knew that Chris liked to blow plans on the moment—we learnt a lot about each other the month before our first mission—but I didn't realize that he would have nothing prepared at all. So when he blurted out "business partners", I had to control the urge to facepalm.
That was too easy a lie to be detected. A simple call to room 325, and everything would go up in flames.
"At this hell of an hour?" The man behind the counter muttered to himself, rolling down the long line of fake messages on Chris's phone.
Fuck, he's getting suspicious.
I barely heard their conversation afterwards, too busy thinking about ways to get outta this if it got messy. Maybe we could just finish him off...But then we would be too exposed...Never kill a person in public unless you're going for the great public murder scene...
I lifted my head, looked around the lobby, subtly noting the blinking red light of security cameras. I fingered the handle of the blade inside my sleeve. I could just shoot them down if this really gets out of hand and we had to act...
That clicked something inside my thoughts, and I cursed silently for not thinking of it earlier. Avem, note security cameras. Be ready to disable them at my word.
The invisible little drone buzzed at the back of my mind, signaling it was at work. Five seconds later it reported, done.
Breathing out a silent sigh of relief, I turned my attention back to Chris's conversation.
He was holding up his phone, the guard was listening intently, and I did a double-take when hearing Tri's voice come out of the speaker.
This is getting too ridiculous...Or is that man simply an idiot?
I had to stop this conversation before the man thought of something!
"Mr. Carlo?" the guard interrupted, tapped his chin thoughtfully, "May I ask you to come down and bring them to your room?"
I fixed my gaze on him, noting the slight nervousness in his posture and the barely audible stutter in his voice. The tension in my body relaxed a little as I realized that he's afraid of this Mr. Carlo that he thinks he's talking to.
Good. I can use that to my advantage. I know how to manipulate feelings, thanks to my time before 12 as a tramp on the—
Stop it! I cut off my train of thought sharply. You really can't afford a flashback now when you're on a godfuck mission!
Flashbacks came to me so suddenly and naturally that I never knew when to expect it, or what triggered and set it off. Bad memories or some sort of déjà vu, I guess. But what I do know is that from past experience, passing out in the middle of a goddamn mission in front of enemies are—
"It's nearly appointment time, sirrah, I have better things to do then walking them to my room."
I snapped back to my senses at the sound of my manager's voice.
A mental note to thank Tri later for that interruption of my thoughts he unknowingly made.
He was smart too. "They're grown men, why in the world should I come down and get them like they're kindergarten kids?"
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Assassinated: Mellowalker New Universe
Fanfiction[Marshlan/Marshwalker/Mellowalker fanfic] --This is not a real world. Alan Walker is a young but infamous hired assassin. His name meant death to whoever the clients wanted dead. That's because he liked to act alone...that is, until he was forced to...
