Chapter 111:Fast and Deadly

Moving across the rooftops, Adryan shadowed Clark and his men as they escorted the Southerners.

Another characteristic that Adryan had noticed while in the East Borough was that the phrase <As long as it's none of my business, I don't care> was taken to an extreme.

That's why the few people they ran into in the escort simply changed their path the moment they saw them, not wanting anything to do with it.

It didn't take too long and he watched as they arrived at one of the warehouses where they entered together with the Southerners.

'Well at least that makes things easier' he thought as he watched as the warehouse doors closed.

Around six men stayed at the entrance. Two stayed at the entrance while the other four divided into two groups of two and began circling the store.

Narrowing his eyes, he watched the duo who went to the left and decided that they would go first.

Smelling the air, he nodded.

'If there's one good thing that the fishy smell is so strong here, it's that the burnt meat smell will be too weak' he thought with a smile as he extended his left palm, and a Bow of Fire was formed.

Forming the fire arrow, he aimed and extended the bowstring and released the string. He quickly created another fire arrow and fired it.

The time between each arrow was very short, so when the first arrow hit the back of one, the other could not react before an arrow killed him. The blow had been clean and they died instantly.

He repeated the same with the duo that went to the right and the duo that was at the door.

They never saw what killed them.

With the coast clear, Adryan undid the Bow of Fire and climbed down from the roof, and quickly made his way to the warehouse. Reaching the wall of the warehouse, he placed his ear against the wall and concentrated.

Slowly he began to hear the footsteps of the people inside along with the sound of boxes being moved. Thanks to Sequence 7 Pyromaniac's keen senses he was able to make a mental map of where each man was.

'About 15 men, some go together and others separate....'

Breaking away from the wall, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Burnt Band, placing it on his left arm. The ravings of the True Creator began to ring in his ears.

He wasn't going to go in through the front door, that would be stupid. He was not going to lose the element of surprise.

He was going to make his own entrance.

Sending spirituality to the Burnt Band he felt the shadows around him. Sending a little more he did a Shadow Leap and stepped out from behind the shadow of a large box. He crouched.

The interior of the warehouse was divided into multiple long rows around it.

He at all times kept his senses open to the maximum, not losing movement from any of the guards.

Bracing himself, he waited a few more seconds and jumped over the box, landing directly on a passing man. Flexing his left forearm, he plunged the Hidden Blade into the man's heart while covering his mouth with his other hand.

While grabbing the corpse of the man he quickly hid it behind the box where he was and advanced in silence.

He heard how three people were approaching from a turn at the end so he quickly approached it.

Stopping behind the turn he drew two throwing knives from his jacket which he held in his right hand. The distance from one man to another was considerable, he could not kill one without the other two warning the others.

He waited until the footsteps of the first man were at his side, at the moment when the first man turned he flexed his left forearm and plunged the Hidden Blade into this man's heart.

Before the men behind him could react he threw the throwing knives and it hit them square in the chest.

Removing the Hidden Blade from the man's chest he stopped flexing and the blade was hidden again. Moving towards the bodies of the other two men he pulled out the throwing knives and held them in his right hand.

He heard how two other men were going to turn in this line so he prepared the throwing knives and just as the men entered the line he threw the knives.

The men fell to the ground and Adryan ran towards them, grabbing the bodies he dragged them deeper into the line and hid them behind other boxes, at which point he pulled the throwing knives from the men's chests.

Always holding them in his right hand, he went back the way he came and took the opportunity to hide the bodies of the three men he killed before.

With the bodies concealed, he pulled out two more throwing knives and held them in his left hand. Sending spirituality to the Burned Band he Shadow Leaped 15 meters appearing behind a box in a row on the other side.

Leaping over the box, he threw the throwing knives from his right hand at a duo who was coming towards him, the knives plunged into their chests.

Turning around he threw the throwing knives in his left hand towards a duo who had their backs to him.

The bodies fell to the ground and he wasted no time hiding them and retrieving the knives.

He let out a soft sigh.

'Ten down, now there are only five left. Clark included'

Moving through the warehouse lines, he could clearly hear the last five men. They were all together.

This caused a small smile to form on his face.

'Well, now I can use my powers to kill them without worrying about alerting the rest.' the redhead thought pleased as he approached the last group.

Reaching the end, and hiding behind a box, he slightly raised his head and saw how they were lowering the Southerners through some stairs that went to the basement of the warehouse.

'It seems that this is where they hide the southerners before moving them to another location or perhaps there is a tunnel where they are transported elsewhere.' the redhead assumed before shifting his gaze from behind the row.

"Move your ass! We don't have all night!" Clark yelled as he kicked a Southerner hard causing him to fall while grunting in pain.

This annoyed Clark more and he kicked the Southerner again.

"MOVE"

The Southerner grunted in pain again as he got up and headed down the stairs.

All this happened while being targeted by the remaining four men. If any of the Southerners tried anything they would get shot.

'Thanks for being together, that makes my job so much easier' he thought with a sharp smile as he took a rectangular piece of silver from his jacket.

The men were normal people and Clark was only sequence 9, a Slumber Charm is more than enough to get the job done.

"Crimson..." Adryan murmured in Ancient Hermes and he felt how the charm in his hands turned light, ignited into an illusory dark red flame.

At that moment he threw the charm towards where Clark was with his men. The charm flew until it fell in the middle of the assassin and his men who looked at it with surprise.

"What" Clark said surprised but at that moment, a light cracking sound entered his ears and that of his men. A calm sensation enveloped them.

'An enemy....where...where are the others' his eyelashes felt extremely heavy and he fell to one knee.

The men who were normal people fell asleep including the southerners who were nearby and Clark, who was a Beyonder tried to resist but he was losing the battle.

When his eyelashes were almost closed, he managed to see how a hooded figure was approaching him with a completely silent step.

In his blurred vision, he could see how the figure was dressed completely in black and along with a white face with large black eyes.

Only one thought came to mind before he fell asleep in terror.

'The....Reaper.....'

.....

Looking at Clark's sleeping figure, Adryan sighed as he removed his mask and scratched his eyes.

'That sleeping effect is no joke, even though I was prepared it still hit me hard', shaking the sleep while shaking his head, he looked again at the sleeping figure of Clark and his men.

A dark smile formed on his face and he let out a creepy chuckle.