Lost Origins: SS Ranked Awakening-Chapter 56: I’d Have Some

’What’s this?’ Lucian thought while the ran silently.

He had the feeling that something was off while they ran. The slums seemed deserted.

Usually they’d come across drunks slandering across the streets before collapsing on the side, or a sex depraved pair making out the open like animals.

But this time, they barely saw anyone while they made their way to the centre of the slum.

"Haha...."

"....yess!"

’Hmm?’

As they moved closer to the centre though, the previously dim streets began to light up and they could finally hear the chaotic chatter of people.

Climbing to one of the rooftops for better view, they understood what was going on, and why the streets were so dark and empty.

It appeared that today was some kind of celebration in the slums.

At the centre of the slums which was basically a large circular space surrounded with some buildings and streets which snaked out to the rest of the slums, they had started a bonfire and the people could be seen dancing round the fire in the middle with smiles on their faces, while some laid drunk on the side, he also caught some pairs retreating to the less illuminated alleys and streets to unleash their carnal desires.

"Trash!"

Lucian muttered, looking at them indulge in their own form of merriment in a way that couldn’t be tagged as "pleasing".

Unfortunately, the building they planned to infiltrate was amongst the circle of buildings at the forefront and he had already spotted a few suspicious looking people standing on guard amongst the celebrating crowd.

"This shouldn’t stop us. We’d eliminate those down there and move over to the building, starting from the first floor before moving downwards. Copy?"

Lucian explained and asked No 5 who was beside him.

"I understand!" No 5 confirmed.

"Good. Now, we need to blend in first!"

Lucian said, looking around before something caught his eye in one of the alleys.

"Let’s go!"

Lucian said, jumping off the roof back into the dark street.

Leading No 5, he made a series of turns, taking a roundabout route to arrive at the dimly lit alley he had noticed from the roof.

At the end of the alley, two men were entangled with themselves, sweating and moaning like they were having the best time of their lives.

Must have been really sex depraved and turned down by all the other females in this rotting pit to have turned to a man’s ass. Although, from the expression of extreme pleasure on their faces, Lucian had a hunch that they just had twisted tastes.

Moving closer to them, he knocked both of them out with a strike to the back of their necks.

"Why?"

No 5 asked, feeling puzzled with the actions of the detective in front of him who was strangely stripping his clothes.

"What do you mean? We are blending in!"

Lucian paused and said to No 5 who finally caught on and also stared stripping without questioning any further.

After putting on the clothes of the now naked men, Lucian asked No 5 to wait before he went out of the alley only to return a few seconds later with a bottle of alcohol.

Spraying some on himself, his indifferent expression couldn’t help but morph a little.

The smell of the low quality alcohol only aggravated the stench of piss and sweat on the clothes they wore, but this was how most smelled in the slums and they had to smell that way too if they were to avoid getting caught by those on watch the moment they joined the bonfire.

"Act like you’re one of them!"

Lucian said, rubbing some mud on himself while passing the bottle to No 5 to spray on himself along with an ear piece for them to communicate with.

With that they walked out of the alley way into the loud noise of the bonfire party before taking separate directions to operate faster.

With a bottle in hand Lucian moved drunkenly towards his first target, a stout man standing watch beside a street.

Walking past him, he hit his shoulder hard, playing it off with his drunken act.

"Hey! Watch where the fuck you’re going!"

Lucian pulled back, shouting in the man’s face, his breath smelling like the shitty alcohol he had washed his mouth with earlier, and he had to say, it tasted like piss!

The man evaded his drunk breath, shifting his face to the side, paying him no attention.

Seeing this, Lucian pretended to be riled up and pressed on.

"Hey! I’m talking to you, where do you think you’re looking?! You didn’t apologize for hitting me! Your mum didn’t teach you basic manners?" He said, trying to push the man into the street.

"Ughhh!!!"

The man finally got pissed and dragged him into the street, but before he could strike, Lucian kicked him hard in the balls making him bend over, letting out a pained groan that was concealed with the chatter of the crowd outside.

Before he could recover, he sent a knee to his face, eating him another pained groan.

Dragging him a little deeper into the street, he brought him up to a wall before raising his hands that lit up, coated in black flames and stabbed towards his heart, killing him instantly.

Withdrawing his hand, he threw the body to the side, lighting his hand up once more to burn away the blood on it.

Walking out back into the street, he slowly made his way toward his next target, another bottle in his hand.

When he got closer, he spilled the contents of the bottle on him and before he could continue, a fist got planted on his face sending him to the floor.

’A fiery one!’ He thought, standing up; before turning around to smash the bottle on his head.

This only stroked his temper more, but before he could throw another punch, Lucian hand already closed the distance and stabbed him with his hand, covered in flames.

Pushing him off to the floor, anyone who saw him would think he passed out from excessive alcohol. There was no blood leaking from the spot he pierced them. It had been sealed with his flames, smooth and efficient.

Looking around to spot his next target, he couldn’t sight anyone and No. 5’s voice came in through his earpiece.

"I’ve dealt with them!" He said surprising Lucian.

’That was fast!’ Lucian thought, giving a short nod he knew he could see, they both made their way towards the building from different paths.

Getting close to it, Lucian brought out a small chip and pressed it on his neck making him vanish from the eyes of the others.

With that, he could climb into the window in the first floor. Meanwhile, No. 5 used his stealth skills to easily infiltrate through the front door on the ground floor.

"You in?" Lucian asked when he got in.

"Yes!" No 5 answered.

And with that, they proceeded with the next part of their job.

The room he had entered was empty with several boxes around. Walking up to one of them and looking in, Lucian saw several bottles of drugs and pills. Checking some other boxes, he saw the same thing; suppressant drugs, high grade pain killers and others.

’And I wished it was wrong’ Lucian thought, looking at the rest of the boxes which he assumed were filled with the same contents.

Hearing some faint footsteps heading towards the room, Lucian hid himself behind the door. He might be invisible, but the creaking sounds made by the floor boards when he walked weren’t concealed and if one was sensitive enough, they could tell his position.

’Three of them’ he thought, counting down till they got to the door.

The door opened and three armed men stepped in while discussing something.

"They haven’t reported back!"

"They’re probably drunk or bending some bitch over!"

"Lucky bastards!" One of them muttered and they all burst out in laughter.

"You forgot to close the door!"

"One moment!"

One of them said, walking up to the door while the others sat down pulling out a bottle and three cups.

Closing the door, the man sniffed the air in a suspicious manner.

"Hey guys, do you smell that?" He asked.

’Sigh!’ Lucian sighed silently, tightening his grip on the tactical knife he had pulled out earlier.

"Ah! You mean the booze? Hehe" The third man replied.

"You managed to get one in?!" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, and it’s the good stuff too. Not the mix of piss we see here in this shitty place!" He answered not looking up.

’Now!’

Lucian looked at the man who had turned to them, his back facing him, and made his move.

Before the man could reply, Lucian moved to his side and all he felt was a slight wind beside him before Lucian implanted the knife into his skull, killing him instantly.

"What do you say, want a cup?"

The one who brought out the alcohol asked, pouring some into the cups they had prepared.

"Hmm? I said what do you say?" He asked again when he was met with no reply.

Feeling something was off with the silence, he and the other man turned to the side to see the body of their comrade on the floor and along with the cold shine of a blood stained knife.

"Sure, I’d have some!"

Lucian’s frigid voice was heard as he emerged from the darkness of the room, the light from the moon illuminating his cold face and tall figure.