𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 ▒ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚x𝐅!𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 MHA BNHA

カオス-𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚- 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏カオス

丨-Chapter Thirty Seven ▬ Estela's Sanctuary-丨

-ꜱᴇɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢꜱ ᴏɴ ɪ-ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ-

ʚ▬▬ι═ ═══ﺤ I-Island - Gate 66, Cargo port ─ 3:08 PM │

┆--3RD Person POV--┆

*YANK!*  From the elbow up an enlarged greyish-purple fist ripped the steel door off with a brutal jerk, which caused the steel bars to fly off and the door to fall to the damp concrete ground. The thick steel bounced only once on the floor with a wretched screech, leaving an indentation from the large fist.

"Watch the volume, Buck" Wolfram warned behind his scrap metal mask, a sneer evident in his words alone. His head not even facing who he spoke to. 

Daigo raised his hands in a placating gesture and responded to his nickname with a sulk. "Pardon me, boss, got a little excited." He regained his composure with a huff. His left hand's bloated muscles gradually shrank as its plum hue washed away.

A duo of mercenaries entered the shipping container with crooked grins, some casting silent glances around the grim docking port as it dripped from above, the faint sound of the sea washing up against the metal echoed in the distance. 

Wolfram bit back a confident grin, his other hand reaching for a wooden crate hauled from its vessel.

He peered around the docking port with a slow half-lidded gaze. He turns to face his crew, his slicked-back yet spiky red hair is illuminated under the few dim lights within the docking area. His yellow eyes move between each of the individuals who accompanied him, and he smirks as he un-pockets a burner phone.

"Does anybody need a refresher on the plan...? Or are we all competent enough to remember simple things?" His words rolled off his tongue as if it were a dare. His other hand was placed flat against the crate with spread-out fingers, the corner screws spontaneously popping out as his hand slid the top off. "What about you rookie?"

"Sure." You replied bluntly. The men at your sides flinched immediately. Both exchanged masked glances with sweatdrops. Their anxious glimpses at you only provided a tiring exhale as your eyebrows slowly fell back down into a bored frown.

Wolfram's laugh came out like a huff in his chest. His golden eyes, which bore into yours, were deadly. Yet his calmly exploitive snake of a grin said otherwise. "Simmer down fellas. It is the rookie's first day─"

"And last," You mumbled.

"─, It's to be expected, and it's always smart to confirm any lingering suspicion or doubts. Regardless, such an operation like this would be nothing compared to the stunts you've already pulled. Isn't that right?" He insisted with a low fostering grin, a drastic change to how he spoke to the others.

"Riiight..." You squinted; the duped belittling was silently unappreciated. It seemed as if he was talking to an idiot. The only reason you asked was because, in hindsight, your job was to listen to everyone else. How fantastically motivating.