Chapter Thirty-Eight

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"Good game!" Chou hollered and slapped the buttocks of his teammates, making all of them yelp and glare at him sharply.

"You really 'gotta stop doing that." Gusion whined as he caressed his slapped butt, trying to make the sting go away. "Les! Can you kiss it better?"

Lesley scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"Fuck you, Chou." Claude tried to be intimidating yet laughed anyway. Dexter was showing his butt to Chou, as if daring him to slap the simian's butt. "Ey! Looks like this little dude wants a booty slap."

"If I slapped you monkey's ass, he'd be flying!" Chou laughed and tickled the simian's little head.

"Okay, that's animal abuse." Lesley pointed out.

Granger didn't really speak much, but his presence was appreciated. The gloomy boy was swiveling his gaming chair around dangerously, almost hitting Lesley in the process. "Granger, stop turning!"

Granger promptly stopped and opened his laptop. It was recently bought from their winnings in various tournaments also from streams. Yesterday, he sifted and classified his scribbles of information into a neat word document. The information laid out before him looked like a resume of some sort, except it wasn't about him.

He also stalked Wanwan's social media and such, much to his displeasure. Despite of all the info he had gathered, he still wasn't sure that this would satisfy as payment.

Payment for what? Soon, people will know.

Granger closed his laptop with an audible click and stretched out his unused limbs, groaning softly as his joints released satisfying a pop. He stood up and asked permission from the crew to go out for a second. They shared a worried look among all of them, but permitted him in the end.

Granger willed himself to wear something other than red and black–something that would not evoke any feeling of suspicion. He must look neutral and forgettable, most importantly, harmless.

Contrasting from his usual colors, he was wearing a loose white graphic shirt,  blue jeans and his worn pair of sneakers. No way in hell was he wearing his freshest J's just to go stalking. Besides, he would be concerned not to crease nor stain his precious footwear which might slow down his progress.

"Alu, can I borrow the car for a sec?" Granger approached Alucard, who was making his afternoon snack. Probably some sandwiches yet again.

"Sure–yo! You tryna look like me?" Alucard raised one bushy blonde brow at Granger's choice of clothing. Not that he looked terrible. Despite of Granger looking like he'd rather rest in a coffin and sleep than be dealing with everyone, he was a good looking dude. Hauntingly handsome, as what Guinevere would probably say.

But his color scheme today was....different.

"Nah." Granger replied while swiftly catching the car key that Alucard nonchalantly tossed to his direction. "–easy man."

Alucard settled his eyes on Granger darkly. "Get your ass home before dark."

"Sure, sure."

Granger began his short trip to yesterday's neighborhood. Once he saw the bland cream walls and picket fences, he knew that he was on location. The view looked like a picturesque quiet neighborhood, the span of lawn area making the road look endless.

He stepped out of the car and pretended to inspect the houses. Truthfully, he gave no shits about the homes in this area. Granger was sticking to today's agenda.

Trying to look convincing, he went as far as asking some homeowners about their mortgage or rent. He was unwittingly shocked that a simple bungalow would be priced at such large amount.

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