ENIGMA: SERPENTS

Special Chapter

SPECIAL CHAPTER

The door swung open with a familiar creak, and Kierran stepped into the sprawling mansion, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from his shoulders. "I'm fucking home, fam," he declared, his voice echoing through the grand foyer. The walls were lined with portraits of stoic ancestors, their painted eyes watching him with a mix of pride and judgment. He shrugged off the feeling, striding confidently toward the living room.

"Shut the fuck up, Kier," came the dry retort from the corner of the room. Kenzo, the second child of the Anastacio family, sat slouched on the couch, his attention glued to a documentary on the screen. The flickering light cast shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the snobbery that often defined him.

Kierran plopped down beside him, the couch sinking under his weight. "Where are they?" he asked, glancing around for any sign of life.

"At Dela Luna," Kenzo replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Mom's family?" Kierran prodded, already knowing the answer.

"Obviously, moron," Kenzo shot back, irritation lacing his tone.

With a dramatic sigh, Kierran stretched his legs onto the coffee table, the casualness of his posture contrasting sharply with the tension in the air. "School starts tomorrow. Have you arranged your things?"

Kenzo finally turned off the TV, annoyance spilling over. "Yes. Also, bro, shut the fuck up for once. Ang daldal mo." 

"Just remember, you have a meeting with Father at 9:00 P.M. Don't go slutty tonight," Kierran teased, nudging Kenzo playfully. This dimwit really talks back now. I'm so proud. He's not afraid to die anymore.

Kenzo merely rolled his eyes, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Like I'd take advice from you."

Kierran went upstairs, went inside his room and sat down on his chair facing his laptop. Minutes later, he decided to call his butler again.

"Fuck you, I called you five times in a row already. What made you think that I would wait for you?" Kierran barked into his phone, frustration bubbling over as the butler, Zimran, finally answered.

"You waited, Master," Zimran replied, his voice steady and calm. "I was with Boss. He asked me to assist you and your brothers tomorrow."

"Yeah, well, I need you here. Come here! Pronto!" Kierran snapped, ending the call with a sense of urgency that hung in the air like a storm cloud.

He poured himself a generous glass of Hennessey, downing it in one go, the alcohol burning a path down his throat. The weight of the mission loomed over him, a dark shadow he couldn't shake. Just out of the hospital, he felt the exhaustion creeping in, threatening to pull him under.  Fuck, I'm going to die from exhaustion.

He can't ask for help from his brothers because they are also dealing with their own businesses.

An hour later, Zimran arrived, his presence a calming force amidst the brewing storm. He knocked lightly on the door, fully aware of Kierran's volatile mood. "Master," he said, closing the door behind him and stepping forward.

"Go to Kenzo and get the information I've requested. Arrange them and give it to me after. Are we clear?" Kierran commanded, his focus shifting back to the glowing screen of his laptop.

Zimran bowed, the corners of his mouth twitching in acknowledgment before he exited the room.

Alright, baby. Show me what you got.  Fingers flying over the keyboard as he hacked into the target's base. The adrenaline coursed through him, sharp and invigorating, as he cracked codes and unearthed secrets. With each keystroke, he felt the thrill of the chase, the promise of chaos just a heartbeat away.

Name: Aiku Ogawara
Title: T.O.P agent
Code name: Wilson

Country: Italy
City: Naples, FL
Address: Park Shore, 34103

"Hello, lonely guy. I need bombs and LMDA 7.62 NATO. I need it ASAP," he said cheerfully into the phone, reveling in the absurdity of it all.

"It will arrive in ten minutes. And I'm not lonely. I'm actually having sex right now, tangina mo," came the response, laced with annoyance.

"Thanks, man!" Kierran replied, a whistle escaping his lips as he leaned back in his chair, momentarily lost in the thrill of the impending chaos.

His moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by a flying sandal that smacked him squarely in the face. "Putangina, kailangan batuhin ako?" he exclaimed, glaring at his cousin Adam, who stood in the doorway, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Get ready. The equipment you requested is already in the car," Adam said, tossing a duffel bag at Kierran.

Kierran caught it with a grunt, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a dark stain on Adam's shirt. "You're fucking bleeding!" he exclaimed, concern breaking through his bravado as he tried to step closer.

Adam pushed him away, his expression hardening. "Get fucking ready. It's just a scratch. I'm fine."

"What did Father do to you this time?" Kierran pressed, but Adam ignored the question, his jaw set in determination.

"Let's go," Adam said, turning on his heel and striding out of the room.

Kierran hesitated for a moment, frustration boiling within him. Their father was a tyrant, and the thought of him laying hands on Adam ignited a familiar anger. But there was no time for that now; they had a mission to prepare for.

He quickly changed into tactical gear, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer. The weight of the impending chaos settled in his gut, but he pushed it aside. Focus. He had a job to do, and failure was not an option.

As he grabbed his gear and headed out to the car, he couldn't shake the feeling that this mission was going to be different. The stakes were higher, and the shadows of their father's influence loomed larger than ever. But he was ready. He had to be. The Anastacio name demanded nothing less than excellence, and Kierran was determined to prove that he was more than just the chaotic child of the family. He was ready to carve his own path, even if it meant stepping into the darkness that surrounded them.

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Killain Zantetsu Anastacio —Anatacio's Father and boss. He's also Adam's father figure.

MISSION: ENIGMA

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