"... so. She's currently in your possession?"
"That's right, sir," the Executioner speaks into his phone. Staring at it with a calm look on his face as he walks into his office with Griffin. "Steele is handling her as we speak. We will have her on your doorstep soon."
Before the lights turned out, he was simply heading to the office set aside for him. Atop the fourth floor, the highest room in the building. Currently on the phone as Griffin walks with him, the two of them simply walking up the stairs and into the office.
"Right... right. I must say, your... lateness... in the arrangement is astounding. What has this Ashford been doing all these years?"
"Well... we searched all of Times Square," the Executioner begins to explain as he opens the office door, walking into the office. "She was simply nowhere to be seen. The old man simply led us in the wrong direction, sending us on a wild goose chase. After this, she ended up in great security... in the hands of law enforcement. Too many witnesses if we tried to abduct her."
A calm breath as he stares out the window, beholding the Indianapolis city line. A look of slight... disdain at this wretched sight, sighing.
"Right... and for the rest of these nine years?"
"... wiped off the face of this planet," the Executioner answers. Eyes looking down to see... Steele and the other mercenaries looking through the boxes. A confused eyebrow raise at this sight, before he continues to speak into the phone. "Gone. No trace of her. A complete mystery, oddly enough. None of the investigators hired could find a good trail on her... she's elusive."
"Elusive? Her? ... interesting. Well... the reward for her will be decreased, given the fact she's grown, but... you and your men will be well compensated."
"Right..." the Executioner speaks, sitting down in his chair and taking his attention away from the window. Making himself comfortable as he prepares to get some additional work done, opening the laptop left on the table. "We'll talk tomorrow. For now, it's... late. Our other job is currently undergoing right now, sir. We can arrange a flight in the morning, if you wish."
"Very well. Until then... have a good night."
"... you too, sir," the Executioner speaks into the phone, hanging up and pocketing it. Deeply sighing as he begins to log into the laptop, typing away and preparing the documents.
"... hm." Griffin lets out a slight yawn, looking over to the couch off to the side. "Sir, may I ask you something?"
"... go ahead, Griffin," the Executioner answers, opening a text document.
Griffin nods as he sits down on the couch, arms crossed and leaning back into the couch cushions. "It's been bothering me this entire time. The fact that she called herself... 'Kuroiwa'."
"Oh. This again?" the Executioner asks, tilting his head. "She's a nobody, Griffin. Not worth our time and energy. We're grown men dealing with a pathetic little girl that was driving around with a gun and a robot."
"Right, but the thing is... the way she said it, the way she shouted it at us," Griffin begins to respond, covering his mouth and yawning again. "She claimed she was Kuroiwa... or was delivering the android to- Kuroiwa. There must be some truth to that..."
"... well, what do you think?" the Executioner asks, eyes glued to his laptop screen, beginning to type. "As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts, Griffin."
Griffin rests his hands over his chest for a moment, crossing his arms and lying down on the couch. "Well... just a hunch, but... she's one of Charon's mercenaries. A pet project of his. None of us in Charon's employ has ever identified this girl, and... curiously, she's just taking one of his jobs. Maybe it would be worth retrieving the logs of this mission...?"
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Revenge Fantasy
Mystery / ThrillerKuroiwa. A known figure throughout the mercenary black market, more recently renowned as something "inevitable". As an employer, any job that he puts up is regarded as the highest demand, money not an object. As a mercenary, she carries out her own...
