This Is My Mission

And of course I didn't actually leave. Mister is still in the church.

I wait for Yellowhead's team to leave the place. They didn't linger around any longer because they're worried about their boss.

Now then, I'll have to bring mister somewhere else.

“!”

Oh. Where is his bod—

*Swish*

I duck my head subconsciously to avoid an incoming attack. To dodge an incoming punch, I quickly roll forward, creating a safe distance from my attacker.

“..M-mister.. I-I-It's me.. Please don't attack.. sniff..” I wipe my eyes with my palm while shivering.

“Tch.. Stop crying. Can you stop being a fucking coward?! You'll never be able to avenge your sister this way!” he shouts then he falls down to his knees.

I rush to help him get up, “W-what happened..? Why are you so... um.. I was worried you might die..”

“Hmmp. Let's go to your hideout first..”

“..O-okay..”

The hideout he's talking about is the place I kidnapped Douche to. It's just a place I randomly found while playing around in Googlemap.

It's an abandoned gasoline station 4 kilometers away from the city. It's not in a residential area so it's a decent hideout if you ask me.

Anyway, this dude was planning to steal a car but I stopped him— barely, by crying. I suggested we take a public transport considering I have money with me anyway.

While eating in this dimly lit place, he begin speaking, “....because of the deal I made with you, I can't kill him yet.”

He is glaring at me.

I flinch and nervously say, “W.. well.. we need evidence.. a-and—”

“I DON'T CARE!” he suddenly screamed.

I flinch and bite my lips.

“I... I'm sorry..” he looks conflicted. “I agreed not to kill that bastard yet. But, I'm getting impatient.”

“Isn't that why.. um.. you're bullying him everyday...? B-But I think, you should lie low for now—”

“YES! I thought by harassing him everyday, I will be able to satisfy these vengeful urges.. But no! The longer I see him alive, the angrier I become. WHEN DO YOU PLAN TO LET ME KILL HIM?!”

I shudder at his sudden scream, “P-Please calm down... w-w-we can't kill—”

“...and.. WHY?!” he grabs my collar, lifting me up in the air. “Why? You know, I'm getting suspicious... Who are you anyway..? All of sudden, my silent life behind the bars was torn apart when that girl visited me, telling me a certain boy found my dau.... grrrr... daughter's murderer... That bastard... grrrtr—”

“M-mister... m-my— I can't breathe..” I tap his hand.

“?!” He puts me down roughly, “Tsk. You piss me off!”

“!!”

“The first time I saw you, I was already doubtful. ‘How can this weak and feminine looking brat, help me in my search for justice?’ But you did help me breakout of jail, so I set aside my doubts for the meantime.” He sits back on the ragged sofa, “And then... you told me your story.. Of how Ian turned your sister into a slave and killed her afterwards— thrown away like some... some ragged doll.”

I bow down my head, shaking, maybe angered, or whatever.

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“I understand your rage... I feel the same way. But you can't be like this... You can't be a weakling. You shudder at the slightest change of my voice... It makes me doubt, can you really kill Ian?”

“I...,” I pause. “I probably can't...”

“Tch. THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANNA HEAR FROM Y—”

“BUT ISN'T THAT WHY I HAVE YOU!” I stand up.

“That's not going to—”

“We made a deal, mister Abel! I will provide you the resources you need... In exchange, you will be the one to do the killing... I can't... I am a coward... sniff... I can't even kill a fly.. But, I seek justice for my sister.. That's why I made a deal with you... I have the power to kill Ian.. But I don't have the guts!” I speak with coarse and shaky voice clearly because I'm holding back myself from crying out loud.

“I... alright... Stop— stop crying. I understand.” he seems sympathetic. “No. I am so sorry. I am just.. just really angry.”

“hic.. No...” I say while hiccuping.

“I was being immature. The one I should be angry about is that bastard...” After looking rather guilty, he punches his palm to show his renewed determination, “Fuck it! Provide me the resources, and I'll kill that bastard Ian for my daughter...... and your sister.”

“Um..”

“So stop crying... Besides, didn't you also mention there's someone behind him? A big fish... that you have to catch? Which is why you need my help.”

“Yes... He... He's known as Viper... He's the big boss here... He's probably bigger than you..”

“That... That must be that bastard..”

Wait. Why does he look scared..?

“?” I tilt my head in curiosity.

“He... He was there. When I visited Ian, he was waiting for me. Such a menacing dude. I couldn't stand a chance. I was like a child against him.”

“Well.. um.. you were... drugged...” I try to comfort him with wry smile.

“Hahaha.. No. No,” he is reluctant to admit it. “Viper knocked me down easily and I woke up in a dark warehouse. That son of a bitch— Ian poured cold water on me with a smug smile... I swear, I'll fucking kill him!” he feels so much rage that he's ragged body is shivering.

“Sigh.. He enjoyed me as a his punching bag.. Because of his stupidity, I managed to break free and kick his fucking face. I was about to kill him when I was suddenly dizzy. I realized something was wrong so I ran away immediately. When I texted you, I was being chased. Good thing they didn't take my phone away from me...”

I didn't say anything but expresses my sympathy.

“Tch.. don't look at me that way! Just tell me what's the deal with this Viper guy?”

“Ehem.. Well, as far as I know, he has nothing to do with the death of our love ones... But he's the supreme head of the underworld in our region...”

“Why the hell will you go against that kind of person? If he has nothing to do with our search for justice, then why put yourself at risk...? You... you should be focusing on your study.. Enjoying life, as a teenage g— boy,” he looks like he is about to cry. That's probably what he wants for his daughter.

“I have nothing against him.. But I must get rid of him...”

“.............” Abel didn't say anything. He is just waiting for my next words curiously.

“Although, my parents are somehow rich, my main source of power comes from the same syndicate as... as Ian.”

“?! You—” he is taken aback. Then he gets angry.

“Don't misunderstand! I am on a different department... I'm a taskforce member of Tribu de Démons de Rubis. Our responsibility is in internal affairs... I don't have much physical and combat ability so I'm on the intelligence department...” Seeing that mister has calmed down, I continue, “We found traces of Ian's betrayal. Our last shipment failed and we believe it's in the hands of Ian. But...”

“But what?”

“Ian and Viper are on good terms... The goods must be in Viper's hands as we speak... But we have no evidence... That's one of my task: Investigate and kick Viper off his throne... If Twilight Rose found out Viper is making unofficial deals with another syndicate, she won't tolerate that... But I need to present Twilight Rose an evidence, and let her dismiss or kill Viper off herself... Doing this will somehow make her approve of us allowing our organization to have more power and influence in this country... We can use Viper for that...”

“So it's a power struggle? Tch.. I agreed to help you with whatever, but I didn't expect it's about this..”

“We promise to give you a position in our syndicate... If you don't want that, you can live a new life in France... Regardless of your choice, we will reward you a million Us dollars and help you get a new identity...”

“So right now, Tribu de— whatever, is lacking in power, thus you need my help?”

“Yes... I have not much power in the Philippines. Anyway, first we will get our revenge on Ian Doccia.... A mission that was also given to me. I've been sent to execute Ian... Afterwards, as you promised, with your help, we will get rid of Viper...”

“.............”

“M-mister...?” He's so silent for some reason.

“I just realized you were like a different person when you were talking earlier. Right. You were like this as well when we first met. I was just too emotional to notice,” he is being suspicious of me. But that's fine.

“T-that was just me... err.. being a professional, mister.. And I understand your rage back then... I showed you a.. a disgusting video after all.”

He looks angry again. Rather, he always look like he's angry but when he's actually angry, he looks more fierce. Well, in that video, maybe vague, but he saw his own daughter getting rawdogged, fufufufufu.

“Tch. I want to delete that shit but...”

“We need it as evidence...” I interject.

“Whatever. You can leave now. I'll lie low for meantime. I'll just text you when something happens.”

“Err.. s-sure... there are still.. a week stock of food... but I'll give you 20k in case you need it... You may ask for more.. just um.. contact me, Mister Abel.”

“.............” he didn't say anything else.

Consequently, I leave the place and take a ride back home. It's almost 6. I need to be home now.