The November Order

💎 XVII : Book Of Days

Zik got down from the truck and walked through the streets of the small traveling cluster. In one word, he looked like hell. It had been four days since he killed the pastor and the new maniacal side of him was quiet for the first time since then. He ran his hands over his bushy hair, he still didn't have the luxury of cutting it till he got to the base, the extraction team had immediately issued him another assignment as he healed the cuts and bruises he had sustained while escaping. He was going to have to wait before he could talk to the major in person.

He walked out of the busy area into the forest with his supplies stacked in his bag. He needed somewhere to set up his equipment before he started his foot journey to his new assignment post. He was to kill the entire village, it wasn't something new to him but there was the little nagging feeling he had asking him why he was doing it this time.

Zik killed the feeling and composed himself. He walked into a clearing and sighed, he'd set up here then take a one day trip to the village before exiting out again.

"No survivors," he muttered as he pulled out the components of his rifle and assembled them. He'd leave the rest of his firepower unassembled till he got there.

He heard the crumple of leaves and he threw the weapon and his bag behind a bush. He placed his hands on his pistol then scaled the nearest tree when the people continued approaching.

"I'm sure he went through this path," a child said as the two other adults glared at him.

"You wasted our time for nothing, we would have gotten him and took his belongings if you had kept your eyes on him. He watched them approach his tree and he grinned.

He placed his muffler on his pistol and aimed for the child, he didn't need a runner. The boy fell to the ground with a thud just as Zik jumped down from the tree on one the men as the other rushed to the boy's side. He stomped on his jaw then shot the second man in throat as he was about turning and shooting.

He fell to the ground clutching the hole in his throat. Zik grinned at the sight and walked off the man with the broken jaw. He tried asking some questions but the man remained silent. There was no use for him so Zik ended him.

He searched their bodies and found makeshift weaponry. He chuckled at the sight, "what a sad bunch of bandits," he went to the bush he'd hidden his supplies and pulled them out, he'd wasted too much time here already.

Three days later he was back again at the clearing and the body's were still there he sighed and continued his trek out of the area, the only thing in his bag this time around was his decoupled rifle. Zik made his way to the small community dressed in new clothes and a ticket in his hands to the city. He was all ready for his new assignment.

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Zik had no idea if he was to be proud of his name being ranked in the top agents of Blacksand but he settled on knowing he was useful. It was over a year since the pastor mission, at least the very first pastor mission. Zik sighed and walked towards the major's office, it would be the first time they saw each other in months. They were both business me. He smiled at the new secretary as she blushed, he wondered why she did, he could turn on her at any moment if he was ordered to do so, he was a weapon not a human.

He walked into the office and the old man smiled at him, "have a seat my boy," the major stood up from his chair and walked over to the sofa, "I wonder if your alcohol taste buds have died," Aneyekwu chuckled as he poured a glass of wine for them.

Zik stared at the glass with a small smile, "why do I see a different kind of drink everytime I come into the office?"

The major laughed merrily, "my boy it's my spice of life," he picked up his glass and took a long drink.