AS 01: Agent Uno | Cathleen Valecerina

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"EYES. SOFTWARE. NOW." I asked Patz about the software we tested during the beach incident.

With their wicked boss' signal, the battalion of men in front of me started attacking me one by one. With the speed they got and the software I am using, I am confident I could finish this fight alone.

"Uno, wait for me! I will be off to your spot to help!" Graciel informed me worriedly, but I disagreed with her idea by sending her another discrete message, [Trust my instincts. I can do this. Help Wings.]

"Oh, shut it! Why will I help a traitor!" she stormed in anger which frustrated me a bit.

[Just. Trust. Me.] I sent her again, knowing she understood what I meant with that messaging style. I smirked when I heard her groan in defeat, which meant she was already in the same boat.

While fighting against Clerivious men who had already attacked me in pairs or trios, I messaged Patz discretely, saying, [Coordinate with Wings. Tamper.]

"Order received." She confirmed, and that made me smirk more because I finally cleared the path for a way to solve our situation. I need Clerivious to focus entirely on me for my plan to work.

"Are you enjoying the show, my son?" I heard him ask Zea.

Glancing at them, my movements stopped when I saw that his gun was now replaced with a dagger. The dagger looked familiar, and I confirmed it was my father's when I glanced back at them. My movements suddenly got interrupted by the realizations I got, making me stumble and earn a few punches and light slices from Clerivious' men.

"Fuck!" I cursed loudly when I saw my suit slowly turning red, a mix of my enemies and my own blood.

As time passes, more and more men keep on attacking me. Even if I had the software working well or a discrete weapon helping me, I still needed more. I need more than this to preserve much energy for Clerivious Minreal after bringing all his men down. The fight has also become more bloody. Yet, instead of worrying about my safety, my mind keeps bugging me about what Zealous thinks while watching me kill them all.

"Uno! Focus! Snap ou-," I heard him shout, which made me look at the platform again. I saw how he successfully bit off the cloth covering his mouth a while ago. However, he couldn't finish what he was about to say because his father immediately replaced it with a few layers of duct tape.

"You maggot!" his father angrily growled before giving a slice on his cheek.

"Clerivious!" I shouted and tried to get closer to him, but I failed.

He laughed at my failed persistence, but I didn't give him damn proper attention because my eyes were just drawn towards Zea's eyes. He's trying his best to speak, but even if he really can't as of the moment, his eyes tell me every emotion he wants me to feel. Charging recklessly isn't what I need right now, and I have to be wittier if I want to save both of them.

Jumping to a split and giving the two men about to cut me a kick on their balls gave me a few seconds of recovery. I wiped off the blood from the cut I gained on my brows before taunting them to fight more. Preparing my daggers once again, I focused on the men served in front of me and started putting them down like the absolute madman I was known to be.

"I am called Uno for a reason, you bastards!" I shouted in frustration as I kept punching, slicing, kicking, and turning every man who dared to get close to me.

Skillfully playing with my daggers through the chains, they flew, twisted, and turned into thin air, making the entire warehouse become a pool of bloody dead men. Losing all the control I had to limit what Zea could witness helped me bring down as many men as possible with the lowest energy I could consume.