Chapter 8: Clothes Make the Man

Agent 30 had given the Bandit Lt. the name of a British agent he had targeted at one point. He had observed that man for a couple weeks, waiting for the perfect scenario to strike. During those stakeouts he saw the man take many, many, MANY women to bed. He wondered how he was so good at it. All the women would give him lovey dovey eyes and pounce on him after he gave them his name.

He had tried to seduce women in his previous assignments, but they all ended in failure. He had always ended up having to run and gun those situations. Many of the things he did mimicked what the British agent did, but for some reason it didn't work in his favor. The women would always freeze up as if they saw a ghost and immediately try to run. The only thing different he noticed after murdering the man was the way he introduced himself, but he never had a chance to try it out after that. With this being a new world and all, he thought he would reinvent himself.

[This time I'll be the guy that gets the girls! ME! I'll get the girls with the sex puns in their name!]

As those thoughts went through his head he removed the dagger from the bandits skull, and wiped the dagger down on the dead man's clothes. He then looked around the room to see the 2 women in the room silently staring at him cautiously.

[Isn't this where the girls throw themselves at you?!? I'm not that bad looking.... probably. Well anyways, I should put them at ease by being cool and collected. Yup, they are probably just still scared from the previous situation. I am James Bond now after all, I can do this!]

After a brief silence Agent 30 spoke to the female mage in a cold voice, "Can you heal yourself? If not, I have no more use for you."

[NAILED IT! Now for her to feel fully... comfort...ed. Why does she look like I just ran over her dog and enjoyed it? If she can't heal her injuries I'd be afraid to take her along, otherwise she could get even more hurt right? Shouldn't that have shown I am thinking of her well being?!?]

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Janus Peteridge had been through many life and death situations since she ran away from home to become an Adventurer. Though she had felt fear many times, she had never felt utterly helpless and full of dread. Even as she was pinned down by the bandits assaulting her, it was rage that filled her. However, right when she was about to be assaulted an unknown man appeared and slaughtered the 3 of them. She thought at first she had been saved, and was about to thank him until she looked up at his face. What she saw were the eyes of a monstrous killer and a lifeless expression that displayed no hint of humanity. She immediately froze up as she her words of gratitude got stuck in her throat.

[Holy Shit! I was just about to be fucked, but now I am super fucked, is he a monster in human skin? He is human right, he seems human? Why does my body keep telling me to get up and run as fast as I can? Is he the Chief of these bandits? He is wearing their clothing.... but he saved me! Maybe he was just using the clothes to infiltrate them. Right, that is probably it, I should say thank...]

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold voice. The man had asked her if she could heal herself, otherwise he would get rid of her.

[He is the bad guy! He just wanted me for himself and doesn't like the fact that I was roughed up! He wants to have his way with me, but only if I am unsoiled. He will just kill me if I look like sloppy seconds.]

Suppressing the fear and dread, Janus forced out her words in the strongest voice she could muster, "Like I'd aid you in raping me! If you are going to kill me then do it, but I'm not doing one thing for a fucken bandit! You are going to mess me up anyways right? Admit it you sick bastard!"

As the last word came out of her mouth, Janus immediately regretted saying them. The man's eyes became even sharper, as if boring into her soul. She had definitely angered him and it looked like he was going to punish her for it.

[He isn't going to let me die easily is he? Shit... I'm still low on mana and I'm pretty injured from the Hardened Centipede and bandits...I just hope he gets tired of me quickly....]

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[WHAT WENT WRONG?!? WHY DOES SHE THINK I AM GOING TO ASSAULT HER?!? I SHOULD OF PUT HER AT EASE!!! GAAHHHHHH]

Agent 30 had not had much interaction with people due to the nature of his work, he usually killed them without caring about their thoughts or opinions.

[Why does she think I am a rapey bandit?!? HUH?!? Look at this calm face! Look at these serene eyes! BE. AT. EASE. WAIT, it is probably the clothes! Yes! It has to be! Well I'll just clear this all up. Easy now, nice and calm again...]

Agent 30: "I don't want that body. I am not a bandit. It seems you are useless then."

[Perfect. Now she knows I won't assault her and I'm not a bandit. Also since it seems she is unable to heal herself, I'll just let her stay here and be nice and safe. 100 points.... why does it look like I just peed on her grandmother now? Maybe she still thinks I am a bandit and I am just lying to her? Has to be, that was a perfect delivery! That was EGOT worthy! It's the clothes, yes... yes....probably...clothes make the man after all right? Didn't that British agent say that at one point?]