Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 38 - Jesus's Garden

Reaper's POV

Geno scanned over his paperwork while drinking water, as he couldn't drink coffee. I watched intently as he flipped through every single piece of information. I heard footsteps from the stairs. It was obviously Fresh.

Fresh: Hey Geno.

Geno: What?

Fresh: Do you think 'Secret Life of Pets' was based on a true story?

Geno: No but I think the mental illness you have is getting worse.

'Damn'

Fresh looked at Geno with a slight sad expression then walked back up the stairs.

Geno: Hey boy! Don't you have school today?!

Fresh: ....No! My school break starts today.

Geno: Bullshit! I memorized your schedule for the entire year, you liar! Get your lazy ass to school!

Fresh let out a childish yell. I chuckled as Geno shook his head in disappointment.

Geno: Why are you laughing?

Me: Honestly, I think you've aced the mom job. It's good that you already have practice before our child is born.

Geno: I should. Fresh was a handful when he was a child. Anyway, I have to stop by court to drop off these papers.

He started gathering his papers into a neat stack.

Me: I wouldn't leave the house if I were you.

Geno: What? Why not?

Me: Haven't you been watching the news? There has been a group of people protesting around the city. Specifically protesting about our entire race.

Geno: Well, why would they do that? We didn't do anything wrong.

I shrugged my shoulders.

Geno: I have to drop these papers off. The judge wants them.

Me: I'll go with you.

Geno: They'll be suspicious of you.

Me: I'll go with you... but stay hidden.

I gave him a cheeky grin. He half smiled for a second before it faded. He went into his room to change his clothing. Probably into something that hides his stomach. He came back with a loose blouse, slacks, and shoes that had small heels. He was carrying his usual briefcase.

Geno: Let's get going.

(Time Skip)

I stared through the highest window down at the people inside the building. Geno was talking with the judge. I rested myself on a stone ledge with my scythe sitting on my lap. The city seemed so small from up here. In the distance, I could see a group of people walking down the streets, holding signs. If this were a movie, the screen would zoom in to show the writing on them. I teleported to the next building over to get a better look. The signs read.

'Leave this country, go back home, monsters are the devil, Satan created you, etc.'

Suddenly, I got a phone call. I looked at the number and answered.

Me: Sup Seán.

Seán: Hello boss. You might want to come by the office. We have a problem.