Time skip 7 years
Levi's pov
"Oi kid, wake up, you've got a new 'patient' waiting for you." Reiner shuffled over and placed something in my bag.
"Great." I grunted as I sat up, clicked my neck and stretched out my legs, preparing myself for my next mission.
10 years and counting being a sweeper, really takes its toll on your mental and physical emotions.
Now even when I'm not working, I get looks because of my permanently serious face.
"Right, well I'd better get going then." I stood up and grabbed my plain black backpack and threw it onto my back, narrowly missing horse-face over there.
'Horse-face' as in Jean Kirstein.
Jean Kirstein as in Dickhead.
Heaven forbid me hit him with my backpack. I think the boss'll kill me.
"Hey watch it Ackerman, you nearly took my head off mate!" He talks to me like a child.
JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL DOESN'T MEAN I'M A CHILD!!!
"I'm not your 'mate'" I glared at him, shooting an icy glance at his new equipment.
"Cool right?"
I look up. "Hmm?" I hummed.
"I've been working hard. Last bounty was a lot of dosh. Heh. Like it? It's a foldaway assault rifle. ha, jealous?"
"No. Why would I be jealous?" I said fiercely.
"I have better athletic skills, that's one reason why I don't need your fancy gadgets,
the other reason is that you rely too much on technology and other gizmos.
If they break, you're dead." I stated. Being careful about what I said as to not anger him.
He was obviously offended at this comment, as he began preparing for a punch.
Luckily, I have fast reflexes and I grabbed his arm, a few centimetres away from my face.
"Pathetic" I muttered as I strolled off into the darkness.
After I was a mile or so away, I pulled open my backpack and snatched the package, put there by Reiner.
I pulled my black Swiss army knife out of my pocket and cut the package open, being careful to do so at a minimum sound level.
Inside was a profile of a boy, perhaps a little older than me judging by his height.
I reached in and pulled out a note that says the person's agility level and more. (Members of the team have worked this out , so it's not perfectly correct).
It also says how dangerous they are, what they did, personal profile and a couple of pictures and personal belongings.
Here.
I'll show you what it says.
Risk level: 9/10
Agility level: 46/50
Crime: Manslaughter
Name: N/A
Age: Around 17/18
Gender: Male
Height: 170cm (roughly)
Weapon(s): bloodied knife and/or broom
Personal belongings: Red scarf, bronze key?
Additional information:
Very fast and able to jump high. Can take down people twice his height.
Jeez.
That's the best they could do?
How the hell am I going to find him?
Go around asking;
"Oh hey, are you 170cm, male, own a red scarf and just happend to murder someone last week?"
Yep. That'll work.
Oh, fuck me.