unOrdinary: The Loyal Kingsman

Chapter 11: Seeking Truth

(Aoi's POV)

"Thanks to you kids, you manage to stop the Con-Artist." The security named Payton give us a small smile, "To be honest, I always knew that guy was a snake."

I sigh, "Those three did most of the work. I just beat up the two."

Remi smile at me, "But you stop them. That's what counts."

"You know what else?" I smirk.

Remi look at me for a sec before her eyes widen, "Oh no! Don't you even dare-"

"I didn't shock someone."

"Damn it Aoi!" Remi glared, "You're lucky these cuffs are holding me back!"

"And security, and the government." I reminded and laugh.

My eyes direct to Payton and see him in a serious expression.

Payton look at me and gestured me to come over.

"Hey, I'll be right back." I look at the three and smile.

The last thing I saw was Remi giving me a worried look.

I sigh and turn as the doors close to see Payton and another security guard looking at me. I groan. I know what they want.

"Where are they...?" I lowered my voice.

Payton pointed the door and reach for my hands to uncuff my hands.

"They're all yours" Payton look, "Kingsman."

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(Insert *Suspense Music - Seeking The Truth - Remaster*)

My first target was the Con-Artist. He has the most information, why are their chips implanted in the teddy bears. Most importantly, why High-Tiers.

I enter the room, I see the Con-Artist in his interrogation cell, for a mall like this, these guys came prepared.

I enter the cell and smirk at the Con-Artist, "Why hello their."

The Con-Artist look at me and his eyes widen in fear, "Who... Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the one who's going to ask the questions." I narrow my eyes.

"I... I won't tell you anything!" The Con-Artist looks away.

I sigh, "I was afraid you might say that." I walk out of the cell for a few seconds and brought in my own black, one strapped, bag. I lay it in front of him and took something out. An needle with an orange substance.

"W-What is that?"

"Since you are useful to your boss, it would be a shame that if your ability is... No more of use." I smirk at him evilly.

"W-What do you mean?"

"This substance is called 'Machtlos' what it does you ask? I inject it to someone and boom, they're powerless." I smile at him.

"W-What?! N-No! You can't! Because-"

"Because your boss needs you?" I ask. "It's simple." I lay the syringe on his shoulder, prepping up the shot. The Con-Artist panicked and try to scoot away. I hold him down, "Just talk..."

"Y-You wouldn't! You wouldn't have the balls to-"

I stick the needle in his shoulder, "Talk."

"Okay! Okay! We were sent by EMBER under the leadership of Steuern!" His eyes look desperately, "We're suppose to track down High-Tier and eliminate them or capture them!"