Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Nine

Scale Number: 3 (Dream)

Kalayavan turned into the parking lot of the hotel the two Sepireers were to share while they were on the job: the only times the Relevents were allowed to be outside Headquarters passed the Rest Hour. He pulled up to the Porsche, which had Halrim leaning against the hood, making it even easier to spot. Even though he didn't look up once, Kal was proud of his underling for knowing who exactly the unknown vehicle belonged to.

"And you call me flashy," the kid snarked in a dismissive laugh while pocketing his company burner cell. Eyeballing the large truck, "That thing has to burn through fuel like a pig."

While he didn't drive a sports car like the kid, Kal was just as hard to miss in his massive black truck. Not only was it too shiny for some of the places he needed to go, but it didn't exactly hide behind light poles either. But he wasn't about to defend his fondness for the massive pickup, especially not to someone under him. "Did you do as I instructed?" He asked, getting out the vehicle. The only answer he got was a nod, "Tell me what you found out then."

Halrim was unphased by Kal's bluntness, having been training under him for a couple of decades now. "They didn't have much of anything to get if I'm being completely honest, other than the bullet you already collected. I did however find his nest some two hundred yards away from the club, but there was nothing there, besides a single brick that had been removed from the side of the wall. My guess is for them to stick the barrel of their gun through, but I doubt any of the mortal police would have found it. It was replaced, the mortar and all. Not like they pay enough attention to have seen it."

When another car pulled in a couple of spaces down, he began walking toward the building with Hal on his heel. "You think the shooter is smarter than the cops?"

He snorted, "I think half the world's population is smarter than the Grandair Police department." Looking just the slightest bit serious when he added, "I don't think they're human, if that's what you mean." Neither did Kal, but he wasn't going to be the one to point the finger, not when he was trying to frame this thief for Jessie's death too. He impressed his teacher a second time when he read him like a book, "You don't think he is either." When Kal didn't respond upon coming to the automatic front door, he asked more hushed, "Why not say so to the Elders?"

"Would you be brave enough to accuse one of our own there in the Hall?" It was a good point, even if it was just to throw the kid off.

Which worked since he just shook his head in agreement as they approached the empty desk. "Not if I wanted a chance to prove it."

Kal didn't agree out loud, just nodded as he reached out and tapped the bell that sat there with a sign that read 'ring for service'. All the while both of them kept their faces turned away from the camera that was in the corner of the ceiling above the office. Always part of their training, in case there wasn't a chance to get the footage scrubbed fast enough.

The two men could hear the apparent sound of someone moving in the room behind the wall, finally revealing a man that had to be pushing late sixty. He looked like the two were waking him from a nap he might have been taking. "What? What do you want?"

"Just a room for the night, Geezer," Halrim sighed, to make sure there was no miscommunication, he added, "One for me and one for him, then you can go back to whatever maid you were doing." He was sure to raise his voice enough that there was a muffled gasp and a clang from the other room.

The man was around twenty years younger than Kalayavan, but that didn't stop him from using his index fingers to type tediously slow, chipping away at the Sepireer's patience. "Need both of your ID's then fill you can fill this out," putting a clipboard on the upper desk between him and his customers.