Mercy [Buzzfeed Unsolved]

5. And the Cat Hides Well from the Mouse Still

"You said it went smoothly, Raziel."

"It did go smoothly," he asserted calmly, crossing his arms. "I just didn't know that he came along."

"I thought he stayed behind."

"I did too! Abbadon saw him as well."

"He was there," she interfered, speaking from the shadows. Her figure was slouched against the cold wall. "I did not get as much exposure as Raziel did though."

"I did not know his motive. He was close with his subject again. I did not have a chance to speak with him alone."

"I can never tell if you are very good at acting or are constantly on the verge of breaking your facade," she sneered. Raziel sternly glared back at her.

"Shut your mouths!" the first voice barked. "At least the two of you are more reliable than him. Beoji is going to be here in a few moments and yet he has still not shown his face."

"Cassiel said he was still checking the monitors," Abbadon said smoothly.

"Whatever," Raziel scoffed, "We all know Beoji picks favorites."

"He is the oldest. Of course he is going to be the favorite."

"Yeah. That's the only reason why we're here in the first place," he spits. Abbadon narrows her eyes at him. The host of the first voice ignores the entire interaction, opting to stare at the closed door instead. "And how about you, Raphael? Were you successful?"

"Of course," the first voice replies, "I've been trained longer than you to stick to my job."

"Don't mock me. You couldn't do my job if you tried. Plus you were saved only right before me."

"I was younger in age. And stop your petty bickering, both of you; Beoji will not be pleased."

"And you, Abbadon?"

"Successful. Of course."

"I saw her handiwork. She is the perfect soldier," Raphael commented lightly. Raziel glared at the two of them.

The tension only barely subsided when echoing footsteps sounded on the other side of the heavy door. With incredible fluidity and routine, the three lined up horizontally, standing stock still and stoic like cadets as they awaited the newcomer's arrival. None of them dared to even bat an eyelash.

Whoever the newcomer was remained dramatic as if on purpose. Perhaps it was on purpose, but none of the three ever questioned the thought. Each footstep was slow, and they could practically hear the polished black shoes smartly press against the floor and squeak. The heavy door opened sluggishly and dragged out the newcomer's entrance. Still, the three held their stances as if they were marble statues.

The man that marched in had an awesome aura around him. It was so intensely intimidating and dangerous that it almost suffocated the three standing in front of him. The man pulled off his expensive sunglasses from his face, tucking them in a pocket on his expensive long black coat. His eyes were already scanning everyone else in the room - cool, calm, and calculating.

"Where is Cassiel?" he mused. His voice was smooth and lightly amused. One of his hands had come up to stroke his five-o'clock shadow with a pointer finger and thumb.

"Checking the systems, Abeoji," Raphael reported professionally. "Under his own volition."

"I see. Well, no matter," Beoji sneered, "He has good reason to." He strutted around the group, opting to gradually take off his outerwear and place them on an adjacent coat hanger. The group still didn't move a muscle. "And the operation?"