The Trader Agent

Chapter 4 - Greenery

"Maybe those windows might need some replacing if you keep talking nonsense." Petra said while doing making a finger gun and pointing it towards a window with a mischievous smile, and Ignus digressed.

It was nearly midnight by the time Ignus finally managed to consistently do the technique. He wasn't sure if it was going to be useful, considering he could be using an actual stun gun instead of this strange move, or maybe even an actual gun, but it was still very cool to him nonetheless. As Ignus tucked into his bed, his thoughts wandered back to what White Eye said before Ignus killed him. Was the Service really that bad? Sure, they were a protection agency, but did they actually partner with and protect those kinds of people? Ignus didn't have the answers to that, but he put that thought in the back of his mind. He had another long day tomorrow, and he needed to get some proper rest before that. Petra didn't tell him the details, but apparently he'll be taking on another Eye tomorrow. He didn't really know how to feel at the thought of that. Scared? Anxious? Or perhaps excited, nervous and restless? Maybe a mix of it. Before he could dwell on it any longer, he drifted off into sleep, and all he could see was black.

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The lights were off. The dingy little apartment room, filled with a mishap of random objects, bottles and cans strewn about the floor, the tiny desk looking like it's about to collapse under the weight of notebooks hastily piled up on it, along with random bits of paper peppered on it and some scrunched on the floor. A masked figure stood at the doorway of it and took it all in.

"I never knew." it said.

After a moment of contemplation, it went into the kitchen and began searching through the drawers, and found what it was looking floor.

A garbage bag.

Moving about the room, the night sky watched as the figure picked up all of the trash in the room, stopping occasionally to get a new plastic bag, reorganised the paper and notebooks filled with distance calculations, wind velocity, bullet drop and whatnot and neatly tucked them into the neglected bookcase in the corner of the room. When the clean up was done, it left a note on the now shining desk. The note read:

"I'm sorry"

Taking one last look at it's handiwork before leaving, it stood in silence at the now ownerless room. What's done has been done, but it could not help but regret never taking the time to understand, to teach, or most importantly lead them to a better life. Walking out the door, the figure closed the door with a soft thud.

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Ignus

With a cup of caffeinated coffee in his hand and a tablet in the other, Ignus flipped through news articles while casually sipping the dark mix. It was abit unusual for Ignus to have this routine, since he'd usually make a decaffeinated brew but because he knew it was going to be a tiring day, he decided to drop it for the traditional drink. As for the news articles, instead of reading the most recent and relevant news, Ignus had to go look for old articles that he hasn't read yet because all the current news was about his fight yesterday, and since he knew all about it he wasn't interested in a misrepresented retelling of it. His eyes landed on an unusually named article, and he clicked on it and began scrolling through.

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MILWAUKEE PASTA BANDIT FOUND DEAD!

"HANDS OFF MY MACARONI" was the words yelled by home owner Albert Grimshaw as he caught on to the unsuspecting thief of his house, who was about to exit his premises after breaking in at around 9:00 AM that night. According to Mr. Grimshaw, he was asleep in his bedroom and woke up after hearing some strange noises downstairs. He decided to investigate after retrieving his M1911 Pistol and walked down the stairs.