It was a 10 Trillion Dollar Mission.
There were five generals: Mori, Zinn, Calexis, Jazar, and Killer Karmel Kan.
Jazar's task was clear—eliminate a young black teen named Demisaux, an Elite Guard ranked eighth.
Calexis, Mori, and Zinn had been sent to bring down the Watchers of the Wall: Osprey, Elite Guard Rank 0 and Aspera Rank 10.
And Karmel Kan… his mission was the most dangerous of all—to kill Mr.N himself.
"Where's the President?" Kan muttered, lounging in the kitchen, his sharp eyes drifting across the room.
"Why are we meeting in a kitchen?" Mori hissed.
"Because we're gonna cook," Calexis said with a low laugh.
Zinn scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted the silver skulls hanging from his chain. "Why's Cal even here? He's not a lieutenant."
The door creaked open. A man entered, blonde hair slicked back, pale skin catching the dim light. The blue-and-gold of his jacket gleamed faintly as he stepped inside, each movement deliberate, his hands wrapped in worn tape.
It was the lieutenant for the President's Elite Guard, Rank 1.
His name was Kik Rocks.
"Are you an Elite Guard?" Karmel Kan muttered, unimpressed. "I don't take orders from anyone ranked below five."
Rocks didn't even glance at him. "Then today you'll learn to listen."
Karmel Kan stood cloaked in a tattered black coat, boots silent on the tile.His face was buried in shadow beneath the hood; only the faint glint of a rusted blade hung at his side.
Rocks placed a thin folder on the table. "Inside is everything you need—abilities, positions, and what little we know of Mr. N. His power is… uncertain. Mori, you know his basics."
Mori whispers "It doesn't matter, his abilities have changed, its been like 10 years."
Kik Rocks claps "Well you heard him. From here Epicurus, Elite Gaurd Rank 6, takes command. You'll report directly to him. Any betrayal will be met as treason, against the Elite Guard, thus against the President himself."
Rocks turned toward the door, but in a blur, Karmel Kan appeared before him, the air hissing in his wake.
"I said I don't take orders from liutenants," he mumbled.
Rocks' voice dropped, cold and sharp. "Then perhaps you're slower than I thought."
Rocks jabbed Kan so quick no one in the room saw his hand move. Just Kan losing his footing as his legs fell from beneath him. His brain spinning.
"What are your orders" Zinn yelled to Kik Rocks
Rocks, raised his eyes at last, steady and unflinching.
"My orders? Keep you four under control. If that requires force, I am strong enough to do that. That's why they sent me."
Karmel Kan's blade flashed. Rocks moved to meet it, the two colliding in a blur of motion and steel.
Mori leaned back, exhaling through his nose. Are we really doing this? Our assassin's a hothead… this mission's doomed before it begins.
He almost turned to leave. Stopping Mr. N was suicide, and he knew it.
No, he hadn't come here to die.
He'd come to bring back an old friend.
This was the only way he could do it legally.
That was all there was to it
A few days later Kan walked through the street with his bandages, holding the image of Mr. N's room. "Okay got it memorized no doubt. Time to establish my Legacy."
Back in Present Day
Mr. N scratched his head oddly "The cameras for the wall have been disabled? That's weird, there's no possible chance. Osprey wouldn't be slacking off duty now that we have Liam, right."
A streak of sweat dripped down Mr.N's face. 'Fuck, I trust him. I kinda have to.. Mr. N mutters to himself, then lowers his voice further as his eyes drift to the figure on the floor.'
Liam spoke calmly, gesturing toward the smaller figure.
"This is the friend I was talking about."
"Also I need my medication," Liam said, looking Mr. N straight in the eyes. "As soon as possible."
There was a weight behind the request—something pressed-down and barely held together.
"I've been hallucinating, and we can't afford another trip back home just to get my meds. "Also…" He paused, his expression unreadable. "I think you might've killed my doctor when you raided the island to get me." He was one of the only people who were nice to me.
Mr. N blinked. "Ah. Right… that guy."He rubbed the back of his neck. "In my defense, there were a lot of people screaming that day. Could've been anyone."
Liam didn't laugh.
Siegfreed looks up, concerned as to how many jokes this "Mr.N" guy is making.
As Mr. N attempts to lighten the mood once more but Liam cuts him off, "Chlorpromazine, Aripiprazole, anything of that sort helps."
.....
Mr. N: "Ah, yeah sure... But like isn't it better we get u prescribed we don't quite-
Liam stares into Mr. N's eyes as he rambles on. An air of darkness starts to consume
him, he can't quite put his hand on it.
....
Mr. N sighs "Uhh, Okay sure yeah.. for now that will be just fine, I'm sure you know what's good, and what's not good for you by now haha, its your body after-all right champ?
As Mr. N fist bumps Liam's pec, it felt like punching concrete.
Mr. N senses an awkward movement on his camera's in the living room, his watch beeps uncontrollably.
As Mr. N holds his arm out saying "Stay here! The mood becomes serious again, He quickly dashes fading through the walls.
Siegfreed stays on the ground just observing thinking 'So that's the notorious Mr. N? Im a little disappointed.'
No one understands Nacht.