•It's Time

I was shy person... maybe I still am one. Yeah yeah laugh all you want.

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'Click'

Tapping some buttons on his phone Gray heard anither sound.

'Twing'

"This should be enough."

Under the file he sent Gray saw a new message with a thumbs up emote , below that the person wrote another message.

<Next time don't smash the target's head>

'Hah like I wanted to , my hand was messy because of that punch.'

<It was Bishop's idea , a painless death he said.>

"It was a good decision to buy a phone which can click clear photos at night. Night mode , was it?"

Infront of him was a dead body of Serin. He remembered the state she was in before killing and said ,

"A hit on the forehead , huh. This chick must've been a newbie if she didn't even know about her own weaknesses."

A hit on the face or head was the last thing a psychic would want , the reason? It was because brain was the core of their gift. After researching on psychic mutants scientists found out the reason these special beings could do stuff like lifting a knife , creating a barrier , etc.

It was Waves. Because of mutation psychics could emit a certain wave which was only sensed by them , these waves came in different forms. Some psychics specialized in creating barriers while some used their waves to be more combat focused , of course their existed the talented one's who could use their waves to maintain barriers while also being good at combat.

'Well you can't expect a pampered rich kid to create a good a** barriers now , can you?'

'Twing'

Gray's phone rang , after unlocking his phone he saw the notification pop up at the top of the screen. It was the same person he sent the file.

<Tell Krev to come in my office. It looks like his phone's battery is dead>

Gliding his fingers over the keyboard he replied ,

<Sure , Archbishop Seven>

"It looks like the work here is done."

×-×-×

"With that our event concludes , Mutant Corp. hopes that we can change the future."

The event ended with a surprisingly positive feedback , and it was all because of Neol.

"Vice President Neol would you like to move to the assigned room now?"

"No , I have some important things to do right now. Leave the room card to my assistant."

"As you wish , Vice President."

Waving his left hand in air he called one of his bodyguards , the big built man leaned down to hear his boss's words.

"Call that b*tch from Humane Division."

"Ok boss."

×-×-×

Outside the entrance of the hotel Gray reached out to Krev and said ,

"Bishop Krev where were you? I almost got lost finding you."

"What is it?"

Gray opened his phone and showed the text he got to Krev.

"I see , you can leave now."

"Hmph"

"And if you want to you can use my name to have some drinks in Carbon."

Gray's disappointed eyes shone with stars shining in them.

"Really! Thanks Bishop Krev."

Waving his hand for a taxi Krev left Gray with few last words.

"My pin 1525 and if the waitress still doesn't serve you the drink call me."

Saluting Krev , Gray said ,

"Yes , sir."

On his way Krev pulled his earphones out of his pocket and started listening to new album one of his favourite artists dropped. Continuously tapping on volume up button Krev increased the volume to it's maximum level , the volume was high enough to isolate him. With his eyes he relaxed back on the leather seat of the taxi.

"Sir..."

"Sir..."

The driver shoke his body and removed the earphones.

"Sir , we've reached the location."

"O-Oh my bad. How much is it?"

After paying the driver Krev entered an abandoned factory located in the outskirts of Sector-29. He walked through the broken printing machines and pieces of papers fallen on the ground until he reached a old silver-ish door.

The door didn't shine a bit , all the corners were already affected by rust. Krev pushed the pin he wore against the door which resulted in opening the door.

'Hah , what does she wants with me?'

'Knock'

"Yes?"

"It's me , K-"

"Come in."

Krev was a bit suspicious by how quick Seven replied.

'Something feels wrong , why is Archbishop Seven in hurry?'

Opening the clear white door he entered the room.

"Have a seat."

He followed Seven's instructions and sat on the comfortable chair present infront of her table.

"Do you know why I called you here today?"

"..."

'Did I do something wrong? I'm sure I dodged the CCTV's and wasn't caught- Oh it must be that.'

"Yes , I know"

Seven was surprised by the fact that Krev knew why he was called.

'How does he know that?'

She kept her doubts to herself and said ,

"It's time."

"Yeah , I know."

Browsing through his jacket's inside pocket Krev took out a purple coloured remote , it was the same remote that Krev handed to Serin.

"Here. I handled it with care , I'm sorry if Serin put any kind of scratch on the vibrator's remot-"

Seven used her swift movements and grabbed the remote off his hand.

"Don't you ever tell Gray- no this information shouldn't leave this room."

'She sounds scary.'

Even though Krev thought that Seven looked scary there was no change in his stoic face.

"Got it?"

"My lips are sealed."

She opened the top drawer of her table and threw the remote in there , after that an awkward silence fell in the whole room.

In this silence Krev realised his mistake.

'I shouldn't have said vibrator's remote , in my defense it's Archbishop Seven's mistake to give me a real vibrator's remote.'

Meanwhile Seven hid her face behind the computer's screen and regretted her decision.

'Nooo! So embarassing , why does he knows that the remote I gave was a vibrator's remote?'

Minutes before he left for the party Krev asked for a random remote from Seven , as a teenager who was studying to enter the Medical Division of Mutant Corp. he knew quite a lot about sex.

'F*ck , I should've just gave him another remote.'

'Click Click Click'

Suddenly the clicking sound of keyboard stopped and Seven raised both of her hands to release the built up tension in her muscles.

"Can I leave , Archbishop Seven? I returned your... goods to you so..."

"No , that was not the thing I called you for. There's a more important matter I wanted to you about."

"Yes"

Seven reached out for the glass of water and took a sip.

"Why do you think our bases are being attacked frequently?"

"..."

In last few weeks which was around the time Krev was recruited the Corp. was sweeping up base after base.

'Ah , so it's about that.'

"The requests are also filled up , there are clients 'waiting' right now. Why do you think this is happening?"

"..."

Even though Krev didn't answer he knew what Seven was getting to , bases were essential for churches.

Throughout the country bases helped things like smuggling and because the bases were quite close to each other if one of the base was attacked the reinforcement arrived quicker to back the base up.

All the bases were planned before setting them up , every location for a base was picked up after thinking about it several times.

"The requests are stacked up and efficiency of this base has gone to sh*t."

Throwing few papers on the table Seven said ,

"This is the list of people Gray killed last month."

15 names could be seen on the first page of the list , big names like heirs of famous companies could be seen on the list. On the second page another 15 names could be seen , these were the name of sinners of rivaling church.

There was another page behind the second one but Krev didn't bother to see it.

"I know he does idiotic things that makes you want to put a bullet in his head , but his killing record is impressive. Even though he's loud every single second , his skills are top notch."

Taking out another she said ,

"8 people's that's the number of targets he has killed this month , that includes the assassinations he teamed up with you. It's been 1 month since you came here and I think it's time."

"You know what I'm getting to right?"

Krev nodded.

'Well , I saw this coming. And I'd to do this sometime sooner or later.'

Seven got up from her seat and took out a blank and slammed it down infront of Krev.

"It's time to get kills on your list."

A title could be seen at the top of the blank paper.

'Krev's Assassination Record'