Body Cleaning

Crynn POV

"No one is left," a sudden voice appeared behind us as we turned to take a look. It was Jill, wearing a gas mask, sauntering through like it's all in a day's work. "I've set the ventilation systems to start clearing and pumping all this gas out of the submarine, we should soon gain free-to-breathe air," awesome, because I'm not going to wear this armor for long.

"Right, we're done here, what's next?" Aria asked as she rolled her pistol around before easily disposing it into the holster. "Next, we continue to depart towards Antarctica, it will take us 3 days to reach the icy continent," wait a second, only three days? "That seems a bit too fast, don't it? I know for a fact that Antarctic must be at least 9000 miles of distance away," Calian knowledgeably spoke.

Besides, what I know about military nuclear submarines is that they aren't quick moving, around or more than 23 miles an hour or at least that's what the government said. "Yes you're correct, it's about 9000 miles away and this vehicle is going at an average of 115 knots which is 130 miles per hour, calculated to a rounded off 3 days to destination."

"This huge submarine has that much of a velocity," huge things generally don't go as fast as we imagined it to go, it only looked like it was going speeds but it was a common illusion created by size to trick the eye. "Modern underwater propeller systems have advanced ways and this is one of them," can't deny that, this world has seen a lot of changes.

"Anyway, while we're at it and the wait of three days upon us, what are we going to do with all these bodies lying around. We can't just leave it about, it would severely disrupt the harmony of a workplace," yes, V took notice of the bodies, they are a problem that first needed to be handled and so we will, just how?

"I suppose we'll have to move them. Let's just get the dead into the secondary storage room and for the ones living, we should as simply as lock them in the crew quarters. I'm sure they can survive three days without food and for the problem of water, each of the quarters have their own tiny sinks, they can drink from it."

Right, this will be quite inhumane to just throw all the dead into one room, it will probably be rotten by the end of the task. I'm pretty sure that after this is over, there will be a massive manhunt for our heads which will serve a gigantically bad tumultuous problem. "Well? What are we waiting for let's get cleaning then," Aria brought me from my stupor of thoughts.

I glanced around the room and the only thing I could think of at that moment was, 'This will take a while.'

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Calian POV

Note to self, crime scene cleaners should have a higher annual salary because a starting salary of 80000 dollars a year on maximum is not worth the hassle, not at all. I learned it the hard way trying to clean this entire submarine. I had to carry tens of dead men and sadly, women (Because people care more about the well being of females than males) down to a medium sized storage compartment only to be piled up atop one another.

But gratefully, I'm not in charge of sweeping up all the blood that cam from the number of fights, that was left to V while I, Crynn, and Ariane was tasked onto body control. So after we finished depositing all of the unfortunate deaths onto one room, severely locking it, we moved on to the fellows asleep.

This turned out to be much more relaxing as I don't have to think about the responsibility of killing someone. But it still proved exhausting, don't blame me, I'm a rich kid, I don't do any hard labors, I had people do them for me. Cleaning all my mansions scattered across the world, that's for my staff to work. Building them? A snap of my fingers will invite construction companies to fight for the establishment contract.

And Kingsman, yes Kingsman is an aristocratic agency. Yes, the word 'aristocratic' heavily explains the situation. It's a group of too bored men and women of high class deciding to try be James Bond and oh how well they did. But the problem is high class never, never ever will go down the pyramid except if you're part of the Indian caste system but that's religious.

So even in the harsh trainings of Kingsman, I don't need to do any so called labors. I practice shooting, marshal arts, gymnastics and athletics including exercises, driving all sorts of vehicles and et cetera. All very exciting, I have to admit, very fun, and this, what I'm doing right now is no where near 'fun'.

"You know, you could try to smile more and turn off that scowl," Ariane laughed right next to me as it only served to deepen my unpleased look. To your information, we have already taken off our helmets as the entirety of the submarine is no longer gassed or smoked. "This is our final batch, curve your lips a little," Crynn came in Ariane's support as he twitched in amusement.

"This is not funny," I curtly proclaimed as we finally dropped off our last few live bodies and proceeding to shut and lock the door. "I'm not saying I have any qualms of killing but deal with it, we killed, it's in the past, cruelly set aside their bodies all into only one room without respect, it's in the past. We should look to the future and try not to make the same mistakes even though we will make them."

"Yes thank you Crynn, that was what I need," I sarcastically said as I tried remembering any Buddhist meditation and forgiveness sutras, out of all that came out of religion, one of the only and what I most believe in is of karma. "Come on, let's get to the bridge, I don't want to linger any longer around here," Ariane reminded us.

Me neither.