"No cops..."
"No... cops... should die..."
Those were the words that constantly rang in the young man's mind as he raced to collect new sets of rounds from the bloodied bodies around him.
The words, spoken by a deep yet feminine voice, repeated itself over and over again, even amidst the continual negotiations that was taking place in his ears.
The operators tried to communicate with the security teams, unaware that they were not in the same plane of existence as the living anymore.
And when the police force found no response from the security chief, they stopped being so patient.
They quickly took authority over the operators, sending in their teams to the 7th floor with the sole motive of subduing and capturing the assassin.
On the other hand, the assassin only had one goal now. Escape the facility without killing any of the police officers.
And he was going to succeed as he knew he came way too far to just get apprehended by the cops.
He looked at his sides, contemplating about what he was going to do now. Then suddenly, it hit him.
Before entering the facility, the young man saw some window cleaners working on the outside of the building, standing on top of a suspended scaffolding.
And the scaffolding was still hanging there somewhere, causing him to glance at both ways as he wanted to take the fastest route to the windows.
Not wasting any more time, the assassin began running towards the smoking zone, the very same place he had come from.
A few long minutes passed as multiple teams of police officers quickly entered the 7th floor, trying to track down the young killer.
They were notified by the operators that the assassin was last seen in the kitchenette and so, the teams started their journey for their target.
But of course, not all teams were going to the same location as some of them were tasked to split up, humoring the possibility that the assassin was in some other place right now.
As the teams came close to the kitchenette, they were shocked to meet the burnt stench of the hallway and the puddles of blood with the corpses strewn on the floors.
And then it happened. A loud clash. Not from the smoking area but from a room much farther away.
And by now, one could already tell what it was. Glass shattering. But where did it come from? The sales department.
The assassin's memory of the facility was hazy but he was good with directions and he could predict which side of the building the scaffolding was on.
And when he found it out, he didn't hesitate for even a second... He backed up a few metres, angling himself before charging through the window.
Falling on the scaffolding with a heavy clunk, the assassin murmured in pain, the gauze pad on his injured hand slipping off a bit.
"Ow..."
Pulling himself up using the bars, the young man fixed his gauze pad, a small stream of blood trickling from the wound.
He wiped the blood away on his blazer and brought out a broken piece of the plant vase, the very same vase that was in the smoking lounge.
Originally, he just thought of utilizing it to distract his enemies but now he had to make use of it to weaken the glass so that he could enter.
He threw the splinter at the window, forming a hole on it. Backing up a bit, the young killer rushed forward through the glass, shattering it fully.
The 4th floor was just as silent and empty as the 7th floor with the exception of papers scattered on the ground.
There wasn't much of a difference between the two floors when it came to the hallways, only that the top floor was a little more fancier than this one.
The assassin stood up almost immediately, knowing that he couldn't waste any time as the cops would quickly learn about his whereabouts.
So he began proceeding towards the fire exit stairwell, not really minding the cameras as he wanted to save up his bullets.
But he was eventually stopped by a janitorial closet in the way, causing him to enter.
The operators swiftly informed the police inspector that the assassin was in the 4th floor, leading him to notify all his teams to go to the elevators.
The electricity was on which meant all the elevators were working smoothly, prompting the cops to hurry towards the lobby.
The assassin, in the meantime, reached the stairwell, looking down the hole in the middle and learning which floor he was in.
He then gave out a deep sigh, holding onto the railing before deciding to do what he was planning to do all along.
Jump down the stairwell hole... For that would be quicker.
And just when he approached the ground floor, he grabbed the railing tightly, shaking the layers of steel.
He loosened his grip on the railing, landing on the floor with his knees almost giving out.
But he didn't let that break his focus as he began stripping away his clothes, revealing a set of janitor uniform folded inside.
He brought out a wrinkly cap from his pocket, wearing it on his head before putting on the uniform.
Before this, however, the operators were notifying the police inspector that the assassin was going down to the ground floor using the staircases.
This caused the police inspector to advise his subordinates to go secure the fire exit immediately.
However, the ground floor was still crowded with several employees, being interviewed by the officers for potential witnesses, causing them to lose the assassin.
Disguised as a janitor, the assassin moved past the crowds when suddenly a police officer stopped him.
He gulped, not in fear of getting caught but in fear of not being able to kill the man if he was.
Fortunately for him, his time in the stairwell was proven to be really effective as a loud boom occurred right there and then, birthing another huge panic from the crowd.
And just when the cop moved his eyes away from the assassin, he began running, catching up on the entrance gate just like the rest of the employees.
The cop tried to stop the young man again but the overwhelming crowd bumping against him made him lose his focus.
However, a few seconds later, it was revealed by the stairwell officers that the explosion noise was actually produced by a phone.
And of course, whose phone could it be? Other than the assassin's.
But that didn't fully stop the panic yet, making it a struggle for the police to keep the employees in check.
When he exited the facility, the young man approached the pavements, walking as multiple employees ran beside him.
Telling the cops outside that he was interviewed, the assassin was left alone quite easily due to them having to deal with the panicking bunch that was exiting the facility.
Crossing the streets, the man threw his cap away as he stepped towards his elder siblings, who were standing right beside the barbershop.
"Finally..."
A weary groan escaped Sila's lips as he ate one last jellybean from the pack before throwing it to Chaos and walking back to the van.
The young assassin caught the pack, picking up a piece of the sweet treat and putting it in his mouth with the same amount of emotion one would have playing golf.
Just as he began savouring the sugary taste, Glaz suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Chaos didn't really mind the abrupt display of affection from his elder sister, since this wasn't the first time she doted on him like this.
But even so, he just couldn't help but feel a bit startled every time she used to draw him for a hug.
"God... We were so worried about you."
She pulled back a bit, peppering kisses on every empty spot of his porcelain face before nuzzling the part where he had the gauze pad on.
"We were actually thinking what we were going to say to Mother if you turned out to be dead in there."
Glok added with a yawn, his hands placed on his hips as his face kept on turning sleepier every passing second.
"Mhm, what did you guys come up with- ow!"
Chaos winced, feeling a sharp sting pop up through his veins, prompting Glaz to momentarily stop her affection.
"Oh-.. Sorry, love."
Murmuring, Glaz sank her face in the crook of his neck as she tugged a stray lock behind his ear, caressing his uninjured cheek.
"With the fact that you made us proud. Because not everyone has the balls to take the punishment head on and die an.. honourable death."
The ponytailed man stated, his lips curving up into a warm smile when he placed a hand on Chaos' shoulder.
A faint smile slowly formed on the young man's otherwise, blank face, his ocean blue eyes widening a slight bit as he felt the admiration surging out of his elder brother's words.
However, his subtle hint of emotion did not go unnoticed as Glaz immediately started teasing him for it.
"Aww, look. He's smiling. Is this really the kid that the Popov family was pissing their pants for?"
Glaz glanced at Glok with a giggle, her arms still wrapped around Chaos as she nuzzled on his neck, sniffing his sweaty, bleeding scent like cocaine.
Bursting into a soft chuckle himself, Glok's hand moved up to Chaos' silky golden hair as he ruffled it up like all siblings do.
However, the gentle interaction soon got interrupted by the bearded man who yelled sarcastically from beside the van.
"Hey, can you fuckers take two more hours, hugging each other like 12 year olds in the middle of the pavement? Because it's so pathetic that it's actually becoming entertaining to watch."
"Sure, be our guest. Would you like another pack of jellybean for it, champ?"
Glaz responded in a casual tone, pulling her face from her little brother's neck as her palm moved down to his chest.
Sila, on the other hand, just sighed, playing along to her taunts as he answered.
"Yeah, I would have loved some.. if Mother wasn't gonna beat our asses for going home late."
"Don't worry, I have already texted her that Khaos failed."
Glok stated, putting his hands in his pockets and stepping towards the black van as Sila snickered.
"Yheah and I don't think that's gonna save us, buddy."
He entered the driving seat, rolling the key to start the engine, giving Glaz plenty of time to pull Chaos to the van.
Sliding the door open, she gently pushed the young blond inside before scooting over beside him.
She wrapped her arms around his, resting her head on his shoulder and completely invading his personal space.
But of course, Chaos didn't mind at all as she was his family. They... were his family.
And there was nothing in the world that he craved more, than to experience love and warmth from his own household...