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You know, these assholes so far have been the best thing that could've happened to me. Sure, now there were six corpses at the back of the bus that I couldn't dispose of… but who gave a shit.
There were still another three corpses, but I'd need to stand up to be within harvesting reach and standing up would inevitably draw attention.
…Fuck, I left a corpse two seats across from me, alone and unattended. The two morons at my right could pass without much problem (although I'd still rather cover their bleeding faces) but I wasn't so sure about the other one…
After some thinking, I remembered that this was a really long trip. I used E.E to specifically check for something, and quickly I found it: blankets.
I grabbed my seatmate's (because I still wanted to use mine dammit) and crumpled it into a ball.
Checking with E.E, I saw that all the remaining exorcists were facing forward, unaware of what was going on back here.
Then, aiding myself with Sharpest Shooter, I set the desired target and…
I shot the blanket.
The blanket-ball traveled in a perfect arc and, as it began falling, it unfolded, finally landing gracefully and perfectly over the dead man.
Man, I loved my fucking [Skills].
I discreetly stood up from my seat and leaned forward, reaching for the blankets of the guys in front of me.
It took some maneuvering while trying to make no noise, but eventually I got both of them.
Again, I did the same technique and shot the blankets at the guys by my right.
The blankets perfectly landed covering their face and bodies. No blood in sight.
There, traces covered. Now that all these guys were properly dealt with, I began the sacred tradition of looting, rummaging in my seatmate's pockets.
With E.E, I quickly took out what I was looking for: a gun, some ammo filled with special bullets, a lightsaber, a curved knife and a phone.
An ancient fucking phone, too, it being a flip phone that perfectly belonged in the early 2010s.
Quickly storing the weapons in my backpack, I opened the flip phone.
As expected, it was a burner, with the only contacts being 11 numbers saved with 'aaaaa' type names and the other marked 'R'.
Looking through the messages (which took a while because God were these phones old and clunky) I eventually found a pre-written draft.
'Begin.'
How lovely.
If I had to guess, the 'R' contact was whoever put the hit on me. I'd make sure to call them ugly names once I had all 12 of these assholes killed.
So, in the meantime, I leaned against the window and looked at the lovely Japanese landscape, the road covered in green and lovely visages.
Ah… what a lovely trip.
…I hoped the corpses didn't start smelling.
….
It had been quite a while since the bus took off for Kyoto. Cadrio looked at the front clock, where 8:00 PM glared mockingly at him.
He didn't know if the fuckers at the back were playing him a prank or something, but he was getting really fucking sick of it.
The lights of the bus had been turned off twenty minutes ago and most of the other passengers were peacefully sleeping.
Even if they weren't he'd just kill them to cover up their tracks.
He knew they shouldn't have put that fucker on Leader role. He was too soft, too fucking merciful, they probably still hadn't executed the stupid hobo because some old lady refused to fucking sleep.
As soon as his patience began to reach its breaking point… the damned hobo just walked past him.
…Huh?
He stared baffled at their supposed target simply walking down the bus. Was the fucking Leader so incompetent he let their victim just walk out!? He was the one beside him! He needed to stop him from just walking!
Before Cadrio could do any more complaining inside his head, he idly noticed that the hobo just… stopped in their tracks. He was just standing in the middle of the hallway.
…Wait, why did he stop there? He stopped right in front of everyone that belonged to Team 2… why was he doing the 'Christ the Redeemer' pose?
The realization that something was horribly wrong came too late, for four coins and two of their exorcist knives shot out of the hobo's hands, all of them landing on each executioner's eye and larynx.
And in one short second, another three exorcists were added to the pile of dead people inside the bus.
Even if the other three managed to kill the damned ever-elusive Hobo, the losses already taken would make the mission an embarrassment at best.
Before the Hobo proceeded, he carefully and silently, to avoid waking up any innocent bystander, took out the blankets from under the seats and covered their bodies head to toe, carefully removing the knives from the only exorcist who had to endure them, ensuring that they all simply looked like tapped-out travelers
…Was there a need to say what happened to the remaining three?
….
Raynare was getting angrier with every minute that the team of exorcists didn't return with any news.
It didn't help that her fellow Fallen were staring at her declining mental health in real time.
"I don't understand why you're so hung-up on this human," said Kalawarner, already bored of having to do absolutely nothing of value for two hours and a half.
Raynare, predictably, turned her ever-present glare towards her.
"Because he's a human who's bumbling around with shit he shouldn't."
The general response to her answer was a collective roll of eyes. They all more or less knew this was just a matter of pride. Petty pride, at that.
Mittelt yawned and began heading for the exit.
"BORING. What's the point of waiting? Those are 12 entire exorcists against one homeless human. You're pretty pathetic for even waiting for a report."
Internally, Raynare agreed. It was quite pathetic to be waiting like she was when the result would be so obvious, hanging onto every passing minute awaiting the news like she was some young girl waiting for a text.
…She essentially was that very same thing, she realized. Instead of processing the humiliation in a healthy manner, Raynare turned her angered eyes to the small Fallen.
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