Conner had just arrived in the aircraft very annoyed, he just had one task, and he couldn't complete it. Now he will have to see how the Sargant will take the information. When he walked in, he could already tell the Sargant was in a sour mood which only made telling him even more dangerous. Conner knew the most if the Sargant was to get bad news when he was already irritated than he would definitely lash out. He might even punish him by throwing him into the abyss, which wouldn't be that bad if they were on a planet. But since they were in open space than it would be too dangerous, deadly even and he might not make it back. He slowly entered through the room, as if light steps would make the mood lighter. Prepare him for something big, "excuse me sir but I'm afraid that I don't have good news regarding the Cherif and her husband, I couldn't get any information out of them." Now the Sargant was laughing, really laughing like he was going crazy on the inside. He looked straight into Conners eyes, locked into his thoughts perhaps like he was a mind reader. "HaHaHaHaHaHa!" "That was really funny Conner you almost got me there!" the Sargant was now gritting his teeth together. "You know sometimes you can really be such a clown Conner you always make me laugh when I'm in a bad mood," now you could see the crazy look on the Sargant's face, clear as day. "Well what information did you get out of those b*tches huh?" Conner was now nervous than ever, the Sargant looked as if he would beat the a*s out of anyone who gave him bad news. "Like I told you Sargant Lee there was no information given," this time Conner said the words firmly. With nothing else to say he slowly walked out the room, then he felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around and saw the Sargant had grabbed his shoulder and was now stumbling on his steps. His movements were incredibly slow, and now he was laughing again. Then the realization hit Conner harder than a bullet, the Sargant was drunk. "Sargant, Sargant did you drink today and how much, and which type?" But before he was able to get anything out of him the Sargant passes out cold on the ground. Just at that moment Reg had entered the room and saw Conner right next to Sargant Lee. "Oh my god Conner what the heck did you do, I knew you weren't to be trusted!" Now Conner's eyes were wide open, and he stared back at the Sargant knocked out on the floor, then back at Reg. Usually a lowly person like Reg couldn't be trusted and no one would listen to him because he had no worth. But there was evidence right there, that he knocked out the Sargant. Except he didn't, the Sargant had drunken himself, he needed to prove his innocence by showing his teammates that he drank.
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Sam was now taking off his shirt, and a white one could be seen underneath which seemed strange. Since that is known to be extremely uncomfortable, but Sam seemed to be fine. 'Maybe it's some kind of ability he has' Viena thought. But then when thinking about abilities, Viena remembered that she needed to get one as well. The only problem was she knew no one who had an ability, let alone if she was even strong enough to defeat them. She wasn't even capable of defeating the human figure, because the system didn't let her keep going. But Viena knew well if the fight were to keep going, she would most properly have died. So, then she would need someone weak who had an ability, although it might not be such a good ability. Viena had a feeling that her system would let her upgrade throughout time. But for now, her top priority was to find someone with a weak ability to kill. "Um sir, Mr. Bontan, do you think that I could have training to kill people with abilities, but weak ones to train for now of course!" Sam was now slowly turning his head to face Viena, who was now frantically smiling a little too much that it made her look creepy. "I'm too busy maybe Emily can help you with that," and with that they both lightly kissed each other. 'Yuck!' Viena thought, this was the most disgusting thing ever. But when she looked back Emily had a cross face, "you can kiss your training goodbye just for that one look!" Emily than proceeded to pull up the middle finger, "you see this," she pointed to the middle finger, "It means f*ck off or Ille make you." She then walked off into the mansion, and Sam was proceeding to leave. "Wait please I need to just kill one person with a weak ability please, it's for my system you said you knew about it and you would help me," Now Sam looked at Viena with irritated eyes, but the problem was he really did say all that stuff. So now he was obligated to help her, "ok but you will have to come with me before we can do that, I have a very important stop." Then he turned back around again, "if you do anything to make me look bad than Ille make you f*ck off, it's our dominion." He looked at Viena one more time, "you should remember that." In front of the mansion was a luxury car that seemed to go on as long as the whole street. it was gray in color and very long in width and height. It looked as if someone could actually make a decent home out of it. Not like a van, but a real home given its size. Sam looked back at Viena before entering the car, "you better shut your mouth, or Ille beat you're a*s so bad you'll want to die," he was now laughing and watching Viena's face twist into anger. "Don't worry I've dealt with people like you before, you're not the first," with that he entered the car, and Viena entered right behind him. He drove so fast out of the parking spot that Viena thought that they might have been in a car racing competition. But of course, they were still just on the road, driving to Sam's important spot. But the best part was going to be when Viena got to finally kill an ability user. A message popped up in front of her
[ Only 13 hours left to kill and inject]
[CHOOSE WISELY!]
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