Chapter 379.

Chapter 379.

Chapter 379. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (5/10)

“What! Swastika! Is that what you’ve been so busy with over the last five weeks? Are you two crazy! Do you two have a death wish!” Irene screamed in a panic with a hint of fear in her eyes. She naturally knew of their reputation.

“Sorry, I promise I’ll explain everything later. For now, we need you to head to... uh... one sec.”

I searched through Malory’s wallet that I’d retrieved from her cardigan pocket before I dumped it and found her address on one of her ID cards. Thankfully, the keys to her place were also in her pocket.

“Here.” I stuck out Malory’s ID to show Irene.

“Alright, alright. I get it, now’s not the time for me to chew you two out. You better explain what’s going on later.” Irene grumbled in frustration and immediately took off.

“When we get there, we’ll need you to do something else as well.”

“Oh? I get to do more than be the driver this time?”

“Yes, your role is very important. We need you to get in contact with and lure the security guard for the building out of the security room so she can slip inside and gain access to it. We need your skills to keep the guard busy for an hour or two. Do you think you can do it?”

“Hmm... an hour or two? I should be able to do it. Being a security guard is pretty boring and I’m sure they’d be more than happy to chat with me. But just what are you two planning to do during that time?”

I responded with two words, “A murder.”

“A... murder? That’s quite something to get caught up in and drag me into out of the blue.”

“If you don’t want to get involved, you can leave after you drop us off and we can figure something else out.”

“No... it’s fine.”

“Oh? It’s fine? Is that the former part-time crime scene cleaner in you talking?”

“Haha... yeah. You figured it out when you filed my taxes back in April, didn’t you?”

“Naturally, your tax slip from work gave you away.”

“Cheater~ that’s not fair at all~”

“Haha, it’s your own fault for letting your guard down.”

“When we get there, put this on your hands.” Rosa held up a thin hand-shaped piece of a sticky-looking material. It didn’t stick to itself, but it looked like it clung to Rosa’s fingers pretty easily.

“Huh? What are those for?” Irene looked in the rearview mirror and asked.

“They’re designed to leave behind fake fingerprints if you touch anything while wearing them. That way you won’t need to worry when interacting with the security guard or touching things.”

“Oh. That sounds pretty impressive. As expected of an assassin.”

After thirty seconds, I stopped in front of Malory’s unit and tried to insert the key into the lock. My hand was shaking though. Fuck! Seriously hand, calm down. I kept missing the keyhole.

When I heard the sound of a door unlocking a short distance away I turned to look in fright at a trail of light slowly expanding into the corridor from one of the rooms.

I put Malory down on the ground and steadied my hand to insert the key. It went in. Finally! I had no time to rejoice though. I turned the key in the lock, pushed the door open, quickly dragged Malory inside, and shut it behind us.

That was... too close for comfort though.

One of the riskiest steps was down.

I slid down to the ground with my back against the door, exhausted.

“That was pretty close.” Rosa radioed in.

“Yeah, it was. Do you think they saw me entering?”

“No... I don’t think they saw you. They only looked your way after you shut the door. You got lucky this time.”

“Phew... Lucky? What do you mean, lucky? My luck is awful. The fact that someone really exited their unit at this time, just how unlucky can I be? I must have stepped in some rancid dog shit.”

“We don’t have time to joke around. Hurry up and make contact with the target.”

“We need her to wake up first before I do that.”

“Then hurry up and wake sleeping beauties ass up already.”

“How long has it been?”

“She should be waking up soon. It’s already been half an hour.”

“Alright, keep working on the footage in the meantime.”

“I am. Be careful. I’ll let you know if he shows up alone or not. If he doesn’t, we’ll have to go with plan B and I’ll have to link up with you.”

“No. The bait I prepared should be enough to ensure he comes alone.”

“Just what bait is good enough to guarantee that? If it’s just Malory there’s no chance in hell this is going to work.”

“That’s a trade secret.”

“You’re always keeping secrets.”

“Isn’t it more interesting that way?”

She didn’t respond after that and cut our conversation short.