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Morin looked at the man in front of him. His eye twitched slightly.
He was surprised. Even he was surprised by how fast the man had found him.
It wouldn't have shocked Morin if the guy had a dozen cameras set up around Wesley, watching him nonstop.
That was right. The man holding the gun was exactly who Morin had been looking for.
The Fraternity of Assassins' top assassin.
"The Cross."
Carlos.
Wesley's father.
"You're very fast, Carlos," Morin said as he slowly backed away. "I thought I'd need to do this for several days. A few times, at least. So... you really are watching Wesley all the time, aren't you?"
"You really are here for Wesley!" Carlos followed him into the room, shut the door, and lowered his voice. "Who are you? Who sent you? What are you planning to do?!"
"Don't get so worked up. I'm not here for Wesley," Morin said, shrugging.
"I'm here for you. You're just hard to find. So I found Wesley instead. You coming to me was inevitable."
"Then you've found me," Carlos said, tightening his grip on the gun.
"What do you want?"
"Calm down. I said calm down," Morin replied, gesturing casually.
"I'm not here to do anything bad. There's no need to point a gun at me."
"Empty words," Carlos said. He wasn't about to believe that.
"Sigh... alright," Morin said.
"A friendly conversation needs equal footing. Looks like I'll have to show you something."
"Then you'd better be careful," Carlos warned, shifting the gun barrel.
"My gun is faster than you think."
"You sound like someone I met before," Morin said with a light smile.
"He said the same thing. Want to know what happened to him?"
"I don't," Carlos said, his Assassin Bloodline activating as he entered combat mode.
"He definitely wasn't faster than me."
"You're right," Morin nodded.
"He wasn't."
"But-"
Before he could finish, Morin pushed off the floor.
The marble cracked. A small pit formed beneath his foot.
Bang!
Carlos fired.
The bullet glowed faint yellow under the light, spinning as it tore through the air with a sharp whoosh.
Bullets were different depending on who fired them and from what gun.
This one came from a modified handgun in the hands of an assassin master.
It could have taken one life. Or several.
But the instant it left the barrel, its target was Morin.
Which meant it was already doomed.
In Morin's vision, the bullet slowed to an absurd crawl.
And his body moved faster than it.
Before the bullet reached where Morin had been, the force from the floor had already carried him to where the bullet came from.
At least it didn't miss everything.
It struck the wall.
"But..." Morin said calmly, his back now to Carlos as he inspected the handgun he had just taken.
"You're not faster than me."
Carlos didn't move.
"...Who are you?"
This was the first time he had ever experienced something like this.
As an assassin master, Carlos had mastered combat techniques, gun-fu, and his Assassin Bloodline-abilities that let him do what normal people never could.
But what Morin had just done was beyond anything he had imagined.
Shattering marble with a kick.
Dodging a bullet fired from less than half a meter.
Moving behind him faster than his bloodline-enhanced perception could register.
Carlos abandoned the idea of fighting.
He knew he couldn't win.
And Morin had said he wasn't here for anything bad.
The fact that he could have killed Carlos-but didn't-made those words far more believable.
"It looks like we can finally talk normally," Morin said, tossing the gun back.
"Nice piece. Modified?"
"Yes," Carlos answered without thinking. "Faster bullets. More penetration. Longer range."
Then he remembered Morin had dodged one without blinking, and the words felt awkward.
"Setting everything else aside," Morin said, "your people really are impressive at modifying guns and ammo."
He recalled two scenes from the movie.
The extreme long-distance precision shots.
And the curved bullets from gun-fu.
The most unscientific parts of all.
"You said 'your people'?" Carlos caught the implication.
"Yes," Morin replied.
"The Fraternity of Assassins."
"I see... you want to join?" Carlos guessed.
"No," Morin said. Then corrected him.
"I want to destroy it."
Carlos froze.
"...What?"
"You want to wipe out the Fraternity of Assassins?"
"Yes."
"And you came to me?"
"That's right."
"You know who I am, don't you? My identity?"
"Of course," Morin said.
"The Fraternity's strongest assassin. Codename 'The Cross.' And a voyeur."
"Stop. Stop. Stop!" Carlos interrupted quickly. "I'm not a voyeur! You might be strong, but you can't just make things up!"
"Oh?" Morin tilted his head. "So you're not a peeping tom?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why did you come looking for me just because I walked past Wesley's house a few times and glanced at it?"
"He's my son! That's a reasonable amount of concern!"
"Your 'reasonable concern' involved binoculars from less than twenty meters away."
"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Alright, alright. Fine," Morin said, waving his hand generously, as if choosing to believe him.
"Let's get back to business."
He looked at Carlos.
"Do you know about the Templar Knights?"