"Don’t try this at the headquarters, or else—"

"We would end up dead."

"..."

"Come on, I know when to show my fangs. I am not foolish enough to do anything stupid in a place filled with criminals, even more brutal than us."

"More brutal... than you."

No. 121 corrected his friend before heading towards the body of the dead human.

Using a basic spell, he burned the corpse so as not to leave traces that could link the murder to vampires.

Without blood, any corpse ended up looking like... well, it looked different from a normal death.

Coupled with the bite marks on the neck, anyone could easily tell it was a vampire who had attacked, and that would lead to more investigations that No. 121 wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Let’s go."

No. 121 uttered the words, while walking away from the scene, but had to pause mid way, as No. 120 didn’t follow him.

"What is it now?"

No. 120 didn’t reply, as he kept staring at the burnt corpse, lost in his own thoughts.

"The operation."

"Yeah what about it?"

No. 121 asked cautiously.

His friend had a bad habit of doing anything without thinking much. No. 121 just hoped that he had no thoughts of refusing the summons.

No. 121 released a small sigh, as he thought of the consequences they might suffer, if his friend indeed had such thoughts.

D.X. had never imposed any restrictions on them, but it was that very thing that made No. 121 fear them even more.

An organization that didn’t care to control two individuals at Platinum 3... one could just imagine the level of their operations if even such powerful individuals weren’t of much importance to them.

Though No. 121 knew that they were valuable to the organization, still the lack of interest in imposing restrictions on their activities, left No. 121 wondering about the possible actions that could be taken against them, if they indeed decided to leave the organization at the last moment, after enjoying all the benefits provided by them.

He just hoped—

"The operation seems to be an important one, so... it might extend for a long time."

"..."

No. 121 could feel where this was going.

"I mean... I was thinking if I could just kill a couple more in the mean time. It would hardly take an extra day."

There it was, the thing that No. 121 feared the most.

His friend... he had the least control over his impulses.

In normal circumstances No. 121 would have allowed it, but—

"We are already late. If we delay any further, then—"

No. 121 paused, though the message was clear.

Things wouldn’t end good for them.

Maybe... Getting caught by the Authorities would be a better choice, than ending up as the enemies of D.X.

Criminals... they always had a few screws loose, and D.X.—

It was filled with them.

"Haha... I know it. Let’s go."

No. 120 as if suddenly realising something, changed his decision as he began to walk.

"Come on... don’t just keep staring at me."

The taunt earned him a cold look from No. 121 which he largely ignored.

***

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

Sitting in a basement, a man communicated through a device that was before him.

His ears were longer than normal... as it was a specialty of the elves.

"Continue to do your work, and remember to stay cautious."

"I will."

The elf replied in a plain yet respectful tone.

"Things will get messy from now on, so prepare yourself to make use of the opportunities that will be available to you going forward."

"Yes, sir."

The communication ended, as the lights in the room seemed to have dimmed a little at the same time.

"Opportunity, huh."

The elf spoke to himself, his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling above.

***

"One more!"

A drunkard sat across the bartender demanding another drink.

Similar scenes were being played everywhere in the bar... as drunkards were the most difficult people to handle.

The staff kept serving drinks, though new drinks were being ordered one after the other.

The house... could truly be called being in business.

At the counter sat a man with black eyes and a sturdy body, though his white hairs coupled with his face, gave away his age.

The owner observed everything in silence, as people enjoyed drinks, while laughing and crying at the same time.

"Serve the damn beers! Fools, the fifth table not the third!"

Order were being shouted by the seniors to their juniors, who just had to bow their heads and follow along.

"Things are surely rough for you."

Another man with a slim build arrived at the counter, before sitting beside the owner.

"That’s just how this business works."

The owner replied in a voice that felt out of place for the chaos around.

His voice... it was too calm.

"Haa... I guess you are used to chaos. That’s good, because soon—"

The man paused, smiling knowingly.

"There will be more of it."

The owner didn’t react in any way, as he just observed the man sitting beside him.

"What is it?"

"Hm? You don’t know. The operation—

"Why are you here?"

The owner clarified his question with the same look of indifference on his face.

"Ah, that. Nothing, just came to forward a message."

The man said, as he passed a small note.

The owner glanced at it once, before moving his gaze around the bar.

Seeing there being no attention on him, he took the note, before placing it in his pocket.

"There was no need for theatrics."

On the owner’s statement, the man smiled.

"I just try to enjoy things."

"..."

"Alright! It wasn’t me... the higher ups told to hand over the note."

"..."

"That isn’t a normal piece of paper. Inspect it when no one’s around, and you will know what you have to do."

"Is that all?"

The owner asked, as the door to exit the bar opened on it’s own.

The man looked at the door once, before clicking his tongue.

"As boring as ever."

"..."

Standing up from his seat, the man headed for the exit.

"Let’s meet again."

"Sure."

Click.