"Ah, it's a pleasure to be in your presence once again, Mr. Motionless," I slowly made my way down the obscured pathway that led to the end of the room. The illuminate red lighting of the obsidian beams complemented the ebony marble floor. Slick under my boot, with each step. The large windows that surrounded the room, lit up the room with the light of the busy city.

"What brings you crawling from the shadows?" With a thumping sound, my boots halted in front of the man's desk. The man in front of me; was one of the most powerful people in Neocyber city. Some call him and his group, the mob of this city. One so worthy of a title shouldn't be taken too carelessly.

"Business, Mr. Nightingale." Mr. Nightingale's lips turned into a pleasing grin. He leaned forward and interlocked his fingers between each other, propping his elbows up, and leaning his face forward -- to touch his hands.

"Do you have the data? Each and every piece of that data is worth more than you can imagine." Nightingale raised a dark brow, high enough to make it quite questionable. His blue eyes locked with mine.

"Yes, I am aware of that. That's why I took up the job," I leaned my forearm in front of me and a blue hologram appeared. My fingers ran along with the keypad, as I finally pressed the 'send' button.

"It's all there." A neon blue screen appeared on his desk. The many different codes and data of coding are scattered across the screen. Nightingale leaned back in his chair and combed his fingers through his dark locks. His hands grasped the backside of his head, as his elbows leaned up in the air.

"You've done well, a job like this shouldn't go poorly paid." Nightingale leaned forward, swiped the screen, and tapped a few keys on the screen. The same screen came back on my forearm, as I saw several payments go into my account. This was one of my best compensate yet, consisting of a few extra zeros at the end.

"It is a pleasure doing business, with you, Motionless, but there is something that I am quite curious about," His gravelly voice was laced with a hint of interest.

"And, why is that?" I questioned, placing a hand on my hip.

"How did you take down these mercenaries?" His eyes were fixed on the silver-chrome guns near my waist.

"They suffered greatly, none were left alive." A pleasing smirk continued its way onto the corner of his lips. I wasn't surprised that he believed my little white lie. It was a quick death, no pain, no witnesses.

He nodded in acknowledgement, and with a wave of his hand; I was given permission to leave the room. I spun my heel and started making my way to the silver elevator where two matilia soldiers, with slick black armour, and heavy-duty guns, standing near the elevator.

"Oh! One more thing, Chris," I halted in my tracks, hoping this would be good news.

"I have another job for you if you're interested." There always had to be an 'if' to these situations.

"I'm listening," I replied with a dead tone.

"I want you to retrieve someone for me. Later tonight, I'll be sending you further details. If you complete the task, you'll be rewarded greatly." A small smirk appeared on the corner of my lips. I liked the sound of the reward.

"Consider it, done."

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