Bab 30: CHAPTER 30
"Sir, we have a mission," the woman said, placing an envelope on the table near the man, and then she left the room.
The man sat down on his chair, picked up the envelope, and opened it. There were two papers, one with The Daggers logo and the other with The Eyes logo. The first one said, "Daggers, your service is required. Contact Alistair and execute order 67."
He put down the one with The Daggers logo and picked up the one with The Eyes logo. "The necessary information is below."
He then read the information below, such as where Alistair was last seen, information about the order, about the Cullens, the shape shifter, Forks, and the area surrounding it.
The man then zipped out of the room and suddenly found himself in the middle of the base. There was a large map table with the Daggers logo on the floor below it.
"Gather around!" the man commanded, and a moment later, every one of The Daggers' members gathered around him.
He then briefly explained their mission to them, and after about ten minutes, he was done, and no one questioned.
"Group ten, contact a man named Alistair. He was last seen in Alaska. All of his description and background are on that paper. And the rest will follow me to Washington."
"May The Blood Of Our Victims Guide Us All"
""May The Blood Of Our Victims Guide Us All""
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( In an Alley - Somewhere in Alaska )
We can see two men wearing ragged clothes near the dumpster, one of them wearing a beanie and short hair while the other had long hair and a messy beard. The two of them were discussing something, their eyes wandering around at the same time.
"Are you sure this spot is safe, dude?" said the man wearing the beanie, with a concerned tone.
"Of course, dude. I'm sure no one is following me," said the man with a messy beard, speaking with a confident tone. The one wearing the beanie nodded in relief.
"You got the goods?" said the man with a messy beard, leaning on the dumpster.
"Yeah, I got pounds. How many do you want?" said the person wearing a beanie, looking around and opening the dumpster.
"All right, how much per pound?" said the man with a messy beard, still scanning his surroundings.
"A thousand."
"Shit, man! Why the fuck is it rising? I remember last week it was seven hundred," shouted the man with a messy beard, while scratching his head in frustration.
"The only thing I was told was that some of our spots were hit by individuals, resulting in the loss of thousands of pounds of goods. So the market demand is very high right now," the beanie said while shrugging.
"Damn it!" shouted the man in frustration once again, slamming his hand on the dumpster. Then, he took out his cigarette and walked to the opposite wall.
"Hey! Don't damage the goods, man!" the beanie said, checking the items inside the dumpster.
*Whoosh*
"So, how many do you want?" the beanie said, while turning around after checking the items.
The messy bearded man was nowhere to be seen. The beanie was confused and tried to call him multiple times.
"Dude! Where are you?!" shouted the beanie.
'Shit! Where did he go?' thought the beanie while looking at his empty and dark surroundings. He started feeling restless.
'Fuck this! I'm out of here!' The beanie panicked and immediately started packing the goods in his bag.
While he was still packing the goods in his bag, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He immediately froze and slowly took out a pocket knife from his pants. After that, he immediately stabbed his knife at something or someone behind him. But, he found nothing; there was no one. So, with a hasty pace, he continued picking up the goods from the dumpster, resulting in some of them being damaged.
What he didn't realize was that there was someone on top of the building looking directly at him with a cold expression, and there was blood on his mouth.
*Dang*
Suddenly, the bloodied-mouthed man appeared on top of the dumpster. The beanie, who was still packing up the goods, felt his right arm being pinched, resulting in him dropping his bag in the dumpster and letting out a wrenching cry. He looked up and saw a man with neck-length blond hair, red eyes, and a bloodied mouth.
"W-Who are you?" shouted the beanie in pain. The bloodied-mouthed man just grinned and kicked the beanie in the face until he was thrown off to the other side of the wall.
"Arrgghh!!!"
"P-Please, let me go man, you can take everything," said the beanie while he cried in pain.
The bloodied-mouthed man just grinned and choked the beanie, pinning him against the wall. The beanie, seeing the man's red eyes in front of him, couldn't move his muscles at all.
"P-Please... L-Let me liv-"
Without waiting for the beanie to finish speaking, the man lunged at the beanie's neck. And soon after, the beanie's body was thrown to the side.
"Tch, the blood of a man always disgusts me. I'm going to find a girl for myself tonight," said the man as he spat on the lifeless body of the beanie. After that, he went to the dumpster to check what was inside.
He then took out a small notebook from his inner pocket and opened it. He used some of the blood that still remained on his mouth to mark something on the note.
"This spot is clear," mumbled the man. He then took out a handkerchief from his other pocket and wiped the remaining blood from his mouth.
*Whoosh* x4
Suddenly, four individuals wearing all black and masks appeared, leaving only their eyes and mouths visible. The man, who was startled, took a fighting stance. However, when he saw a dagger emblem on their belts, he lowered his guard and took a relaxed stance. One of them approached the man and said,
"Alistair, you have been given an important task."
Then the figure gave Alistair a paper and said, "Reach this location, and all will be explained once you are there."
"What about this area? I haven't cleared all the spots yet," Alistair asked them.
"We'll take care of the rest. Now go."
Alistair then walked out of the alley while looking back at them cleaning the area and securing the items inside the dumpster.
While walking on the side road, he look at the paper and see that there was only a location and two days deadline. He suddenly halted while looking at the supposed location.
"Seattle, Washington? I remember someone I knew was from Washington, but I can't remember clearly who..."
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