Shoot | ɴᴀɴᴀᴛꜱᴜ ɴᴏ ᴛᴀɪᴢᴀɪ

[7]

"I remember you were close friends with him," King started, "You'd go on missions with him, you guys were quite a dynamic duo, but there were problems," he paused, turning the wheel. Meliodas waited for him to continue, he wanted to know why he didn't remember.

"He joined us when he was affiliated with ARC. He was a double agent, and he almost caused us to get exterminated. It was sad, really. He was as good with firearms as you," King sighed, looking back at Meliodas through the rearview mirror. He still looked confused.

"How come I remember nothing?" Meliodas looked up to meet with King's unsettling cold brown eyes. "You hit your head seconds after you shot him," King shrugged, "you fell from a building after you did, it's a miracle you're still alive. You don't remember that time you woke up in the hospital?"

Meliodas furrowed his brows, "but I've woken up in hospitals multiple times before, so I guess I don't remember. Amnesia?" King nodded at his guess, "you're an important asset to the organization but you're reckless, but yes, that's why you remember nothing."

The blond nodded, "how did I fall?" King chuckled, "rumors say you slipped."

Meliodas gave him an annoyed look, King waved him off, "no one knows how, they just saw you falling from a building and down to the deep fountain. A real miracle, though you hit your head still."

"But anyway, aside from your old friend and your terrible memory, why'd you have a hard time shooting her?" Meliodas' breathing suddenly faltered at the question, remembering Elizabeth's stare. It was cold, knowing, and overall unsettling. He knew if he looked longer, he could have caught her smirk.

"She looked right into the scope, I was surprised and missed," Meliodas answered quickly, not wanting to continue the topic. King shook his head in disappointment, "did you read the file I sent you through your phone the night before?"

"No, got lazy and fell asleep, why?"

King groaned, "seriously, all the effort I do for this organization and our first-class marksman doesn't even read it," he cried, but Meliodas didn't respond, he just gave him a blank look to continue. King sighed at his reaction, "she's not a top-class threat for nothing."

"I won't say much because you offend me with your lack of attentiveness with your files," King huffed, "If you specialize in firearms and stealth missions, she specializes in hand to hand combat and she has an odd talent for being able to fight with just a knife. She has a traditional family, so they trained her to be a swordsman, but she prefers knives."

Meliodas snorted, crossing his arms unimpressed, "her knives against my bullets? I think we know who wins that battle. Who the hell brings a knife to a gunfight?"

"You never know. She's still able to climb the ranks with her age, she's not someone you should take lightly of," King eyed Meliodas before looking straight ahead, "I'll drop you off at your house. I can make up an excuse to tell Dreyfus before he executes your ass."

"Thanks, I guess?"

"Wow, you're not even sure if you're thankful."

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