AKUTÄ ⋆ THE DARK EYES OF HELL

Chapter 35

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Austria, The capital Vienna, 12:30 p.m. All presidents had a sitting council in the Austrian parliament, discussing problems and aid. The whole parliament was filled with soldiers, agents, and spies, where there was no entrance for enemies, unless you are too stupid to be sin to try to enter. But it turns out there's a person who doesn't have it.

— Danny, you hear me?

— Yes.

— Have you made it to parliament?

— Yeah, I'm on the roof of a building on the 15th floor, I'm sitting and waiting for the moment when I can make a fool of myself.

The voice from the radio sighs, like they are irritated.

— Danny is not a game, there is great danger there and your leg is not even healed.

Danny scoffs, leans against the wall and looks at her gun, breathing deep and sighs.

— I am a leader and assassin, I can handle the pain tch. And besides, I'm with Ramsei and Levi, I have nothing to worry about.

Levi scoffs, crossing his arms and looking at her, raising an eyebrow.

— Am I somehow your shield or what do you want to convey?

Danny rolls her eyes, looking at him.

— Relax, I'm just saying that if something happens to me, call for help.

— I hope nothing happens to you again, because I don't want it to happen again to almost a secondary death of yours.

Danny mumbles something under her breath, looking at him serious. He raised his arms in the air, pointing with jokes.

— I don't even know why I took you.

Ramsei coughs, looking at them serous and puts her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes.

— Guys, we need to focus, remember?

Danny sighs, looking at her.

— Well yeah.

Danny takes his pistol in his hand, putting himself down and looking with binoculars at parliament, while Ramsei gets on the ground with his sniper rifle and watches, waiting for any signals, Levi looking around them for any danger. Then he sighs, looking at Danny.

— How was the time with Dämon, I guess he's not like North?

Danny raised an eyebrow, looking forward to seeing him, which this question makes her a bit to think, breathing deep and shrugs.

— I don't know, it's different, it's different. He's colder, meaner, violent in some situations, he looks even cooler than North and somehow seems to hide some things. I could say he's more affected than North, I don't know his story though, so I'm not judging. But anyway, he once replied to me, "Don't compare yourself to me, you don't even know what I've endured," but I could say I saw hell with my own eyes when I was little, so I don't know what to think anymore. I mean to see your family tortured, it's hell, pure death.