Chapter CCCIX: Once More to Business ~Multehx

D'Nel nervously wrung his hands together. Ray Noh removed his sunglasses, shined them on a portion of Rainy's cloak, then put them back on. The young man glanced to the fully armored knight who stood beside him. "Think they're finished?" he asked.

Kenzo folded his arms and shook his head. "Highly doubtful. Those two can't be beaten that easily.” He glanced at the boy and the masked girl, frowning as an older gent spoke to the boy then promptly made his way off. Kenzo tilted his head. "Wonder what he wanted?"

"Some words of encouragement to the boy," a voice spoke up from above him.

The four looked up to see Scilas standing on the awning of a building that hung almost over them. The assassin agilely sprung into a flip and fell to the street. He landed in a crouch and brushed off his legs before standing.

Ray elbowed D'Nel, muttering to him, "Why can't we be that good?"

The boy shrugged and muttered back, "Gotta be the socks."

Ray frowned. "But...I don't wear any socks you know. How come I'm not that good??"

D'Nel snickered, waving a hand. "Please, if you must ask, I'm not explaining it then."

Ray Noh shook a fist angrily and rapped the young man upside the head. Jaded chuckled slightly from where he stood behind the two, causing all but Scilas to look at him.

"Well, appears they're just fine," Kenzo grinned cheerily.

Scilas shrugged, shaking his head. He said quietly to himself, "So? It was obvious...unobservant blaggards."

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Nonth snickered in evil glee. He had been roaming the pitiable dustball they had been on for some time now. In that time he managed to ambush the three travelling with the agent and infect them with the prototype of his control virus that he had been working on (it would take effect after a circulation of the bloodstream or two, he theorized). He left them, unconscious in the clearing where he had gotten them and made his way further into the woods.

As he made his way along the self-made path he was beating through the brush he glanced back at the still suspended form of Multehx. He had decided that he might download a bit more from the agent's memory before dealing with him as he saw fit. But at that minute he froze in place. A confused frown crossed his non-existent face on his neckless body's matter-less head. The signal. The signal he kept in touch with Tractul through. It had suddenly gone dead.

He was ill at ease for a few moments. How would he deal with this? There was only one thing it could mean. Someone took his servant out of commission. And if they did that, they probably had his "delivery" by now...

This made him angry. The thought of someone else playing around with his hard achieved ill-gotten gain. Punching a nearby tree, and consequently sending it crashing over onto the ground, he fumed. There was no way he would tolerate this. It was about time to move to part twp of this little stage-play. And he knew exactly what the script was telling him to do next...with a degree of assistance from his captive's mind.

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T'lucan frowned deeply from his position in the alley. He was currently focused on that crew of misfits standing by the smoldering remains. If the demon was to accomplish his employer's directions, he would require something of substantial power from each of them, according to his calculations.

He stepped back behind the corner of the building as he noticed Jaded seem to feel a presence and turn around to look at the distant alleyway. With guys like this, he'd have to be careful. Very careful. Singling them out seemed the obvious answer. And when they were alone, he'd see to it that they were very generous indeed to his cause.