Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 32: Strings of Misfortune

Ugh. The stupidity on this guy is way far more than I expected. Why do I have to deal with this? I sighed tiredly as I continue to wash and brush the plates.

"It's SOAP. They are made to be SLIPPERY."

"Oh."

I sighed deeply as I patiently explained such petty and unimportant things while holding the urge to strangle this idiot.

When suddenly, loud noises were heard from the outside of the kitchen. The unexpected screams of people inside were way too loud as it was followed by continuous gunshots.

From the narrow space of the kitchen door below, my eyes noticed a familiar thin smoke leaking from the other side.

Could it be —?

"What the hell was that??!!!"

The blonde astonishingly exclaimed and rushed outside the kitchen.

"No wait!!!!" I shouted at him but it was way too late.

As he opened the kitchen door, thick cloud of smoke rushed into the small lavatory inside. I immediately rushed and covered my own nose.

Damn it. This tactic!

After few seconds, I finally heard a loud fall into the wooden floor nearby. I rushed onto the direction of the sound, and ended up seeing the blonde guy all lying down together with couple of more unconscious people inside.

Damn it. It's a paralyzing smoke!!

I rushed onto him and tapped him gently using my feet.

"Hey! Are you alr—"

I totally fucking lost my shits when he then suddenly grabbed my leg. Son of a bitch scared me to the highest level.

"I'm not dead yet you fucking old hag!" He struggled as he held my leg.

While still covering my nose, I noticed that he was the only one conscious and even able to move a bit despite of the paralyzing smoke sprayed all over the restaurant.

That's really unusual of him.

"Take the pistol near that table!! One of the robbers forgot it. Go! They also snatched my gift you gave me! Go fetch it for me--!" he ordered while struggling to move.

"You worry more about that gift more than your fucking life!??"

"Damn it! It was given by you! Its special, you fuck! Now hurry!!"

For a moment I just stood there looking at him as I heard those silly words. I shook my head and still covering my nose, hurriedly got the pistol and ran outside of the restaurant.

People are flocking nearby the crime scene as I ran.

"They're getting away!! Somebody call the cops!"

I looked at the far left of the main road and I saw two people hurrying to escape using their bike. They screeched their way very fast.

There's only one thing I could probably do at this point.

I hurriedly dropped onto the dirty concrete floor with my chest touching it, extended my arms in a very straight and steady manner while gripping the pistol properly, focused my sight on the aiming trigger and closed one of my eyes to give an accurate aim.

It's been 2 long years since I piloted a long ranged sniper Mechanical Knight. I'm really getting rusty, but I hope that this will go through.

With my sight locked on the target aim, I inhaled one last breath and fired the pistol.