“I think we’re in deep shit.”
Naika wanted to strangle Chilly, just for opening his darn mouth. She had the same trepidation as they rode down the lift to the boss’ office. Hell, she was always nervous whenever they would go and report to him. Even after fifteen years of working for the Org, she still wasn’t used to all of this. She still wasn’t used to leaving the van just as they entered the gate and walked towards the main doors, despite knowing that someone else in their security division will go and take their van to have it parked. She still wasn’t used to entering the main lobby, with its chrome-plated walls and ceiling almost two stories high, she still felt claustrophobic. She still wasn’t used riding the lift as its doors opened and closed with nary a whisper, especially as they were near approaching their destination. It was just the whole bloody place was creepy in the highest exponential order.
Only Kira seemed unperturbed. But why should she? She practically grew up under the Org’s so-called care. Orphaned with only one other family member with her, Kira was trained to be an efficient, ruthless killer. It was only six years ago that she was formally introduced to the young woman to be her intelligence support, while Chilly was already with Kira two years prior. She had been in high-risk missions before, working for this specialized division of the military, but never in such a level that they would actually be in direct contact with the Org’s Director himself.
Naika contented herself with an exasperated sigh. “Chill, please shut up,” she whispered.
“What? It was just an observation,” Chilly protested just as softly.
“Yeah? Well, I’d rather you not observe anything right now.”
Chilly was about to retort back when the lift doors opened and Kira was the first to leave. Again, chrome walls surrounded them as they walked the long hallway to the Director’s office. There were no other rooms, no other doors in this level, but only one solitary thick metal door at the end of the corridor.
Naika and Chilly followed behind with sure steps, despite their tension. It was important not to show too much emotion when you’re around the Director. It was something Naika and Chilly need to work on, even after all these years. But with Kira, it was natural as the sun setting on the horizon.
Chilly noted the bag that Kira held, the bag that had their target’s detached head. He grimaced at the sudden thought that entered his head. It remained running around in his mind even as the doors opened to let them inside the office.
“I sure do hope the Director doesn’t use it as a centerpiece,” he muttered.
Naika merely groaned softly. Sometimes the man was just utterly tactless.
Kira stopped just a few paces in front of a dark mahogany table, where a high-backed chair was turned from them. She directly looked at the chair as though nothing was amiss.
“We’re home, Papa,” she whispered.
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