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[ S D S ]

"Meliodas, reporting. You called for me, Dreyfus?" A short blond boy asked once he entered the poorly lit room, giving it an ominous air. The door immediately shut behind him by the bodyguard outside, causing him to jump in surprise, though he's heard those same shuts many times before.  

"Yes, I did. Sit down." A low and firm voice replied in an even darker part of the room. It was just the two of them, showing that what Meliodas was called for was something so important that even bodyguards weren't allowed inside. Meliodas silently took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the table where Dreyfus sat behind from. 

"I have an assignment for you," Dreyfus took a folder from his drawer and slowly slid it through the table to show Meliodas. He swiftly took it from the table and opened it, running his eyes through the information about his next target. There was only a name.

E L I Z A B E T H  L I O N E S 

Meliodas looked up from the folder with a brow raised, wanting, and needing more information. If he was going to do an excellent job, he needed more than just a name. A dark chuckle erupted from Dreyfus at the sight of Meliodas' confusion, he leaned forward, his chin resting on his palm as his elbow rested on the table. 

"Elizabeth Liones is your next target. She is a top-class threat to the SDS, she must be eliminated as soon as possible. She's related to the ARC, said to be one of their top undercover assassins. I figured someone with the talent and the title of the best marksman in our organization could do the job," a smirk grows across Dreyfus' face. 

"You patronize me," Meliodas rolls his eyes, putting the folder on the table with a sigh, "she's my classmate." 

Dreyfus cocked a brow and scoffed, "when did classmates ever stop you, Meliodas?" The marksman's eyes flickered from the floor to his hands before looking straight into Dreyfus' eyes with a cold stare, "I guess you're right. Preparations? I assume you have it all ready." 

"Yes, we do. Tomorrow, there will be a business meeting and she will attend. It's held at the Haven Hotel at 8 pm. We'll send you the information about your post to your phone later tonight." Dreyfus grabs the folder from the table and puts it back in the drawer, "Any questions?" 

"What if I miss?"

An amused chuckle escapes Dreyfus' lips, "Is that supposed to be a joke? You never miss, Meliodas. Your title speaks for itself." Meliodas hums and nods, standing up with Dreyfus, "You're not wrong there, sir."  

Meliodas slightly bows and decides to take his leave, when he had his hand on the doorknob, he gets stopped by Dreyfus' stern voice that sent chills through Meliodas' spine, "If you miss, you try again and again, won't you, Meliodas?' 

"Indeed, sir." 

[ H O M E ]

Meliodas laid on his bed seeming lifeless, facing the ceiling, "she's just another classmate," he tells himself. He turned to his side to get a better position to sleep, when he closed his eyes to do so, his phone beeped from his nightstand.  

He reached out to check, it must have been the information that SDS was supposed to send him. 

It wasn't, it was someone else.

Elizabeth Liones

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