Entreißen [PaperHat]

Konvention

// This is a story that contains graphic, abusive content. If you are sensitive to that sort of content I would advise you not read. Nevertheless, I will post all content warnings at the top of chapters, if you would like me to add a warning please comment, you will receive no judgment from me or anyone else.

Additionally, a great majority of the story takes place in Europe. I am an American who has never left the states. I've tried my best to get everything right, I may mess a few things up. Just please be aware of that.

Finally, translations of all text not in English will be posted in the comments besides the paragraph. Thank you, and enjoy!

After a long time of repeating the same tasks, one will grow comfortable. Rest easy knowing what the next day may entail, knowing what the week may bring. Such a thing happened in BlackHat Manor.

The fear, for Flug, became part of the routine. The staying up late, the cans of energy drinks, the coffees, the sore back, fingers, neck. The yelling from both Dementia and BlackHat became white noise.

Of course, he never produced the same thing twice. BlackHat would never allow that, he wanted to keep Flug at his most productive. He saw little benefits of making the same thing a thousand times, as opposed to making a thousand different things once.

Tomorrow, Flug and BlackHat were to leave the manor to travel to Europe to attend both the yearly auction and 'get-together' organized by Europe's most notorious felons. When BlackHat first announced they would attend both the American and European conventions, Flug was suspicious of them.

They could get away with traveling to the American convention. They didn't have to pass any borders and had been to the usual convention place enough it was a setting in the teleportation pad in the lab. However, the convention held in Germany was more of a risk.

They could not teleport outside the building to bypass traveling through Belgium or the Netherlands. So they had to travel conventionally with another villain. Flug always loved being in the plane, especially when he was permitted to sit near the front and by a window.

 However, he didn't appreciate that BlackHat didn't make friends, only flimsy alliances. If the other villain so desired, they could easily crash the plane. It might not kill- or even scratch- BlackHat, but Flug probably couldn't survive another plane crash. And, despite what Dementia might think, he doesn't want to die.

5.0.5 works fruitlessly at sweeping the lab floor. A neat pile of energy drink cans in one corner, the coffee cups on the unused table. Flug didn't stop working instead, working around 5.0.5 as he cleans.

He has nearly done with a device that would paralyze a specific person, and with only sixteen hours left to finish it up before they had to leave, he was definitely not leaving the lab anytime soon.

Besides, 5.0.5 could do whatever deep cleaning he so desired while they were away. Granted Dementia didn't follow behind him to break everything again.

Spinning around, he steps over 5.0.5's broom and grabs a rusty toolbox from the far corner of the room. He sets it down on top of the blueprints and pops the lid.

Digging inside for a moment he quickly locates a particularly small screwdriver. He picks a tiny screw from the pile on the metal table and lines up two pieces of metal and screws in the screw.