666's Superior

"Didn't I tell you to directly pick up his unconscious body? Why did you have me carry him all the way here by myself?" 666 spoke in a disgruntled manner towards the person in front of him who obviously carried the atmosphere of a superior.

Unfortunately, the second the man opposite 666 spoke, the air of superiority was gone instantly with a poof and he looked more like a chuunibyou teenager cosplaying as a big boss instead. "I want everyone to know how capable my subordinate is! With your muscles flexing about carrying an unconscious body, wouldn't passers-by all try and swoon over you?"

"I'm an assassin, not a model. Aren't we supposed to act the complete opposite of being conspicuous?" 666 continued to grumble. "It's fortunate that I got someone to park an unmarked car by the building, or else I would have been arrested the second I took the target outside the skyscraper."

"How did you manage to get access to a premium car service anyways?" The person across from 666 clicked his tongue in disdain. "I thought only VIPs can get that sort of treatment. If I had known you would simply go directly to the underground basement floor reserved for VIPs and take a car with tinted windows before driving directly here, I would not have gone to the trouble of requesting a gag order in the entire region for your activities..."

The way his superior would go through such lengths just so he could parade his body around made 666 feel somewhat speechless. However, since being assigned as a subordinate for the man before him, he had already gotten used to his ridiculous antics. Sometimes he still wonder how the man got assigned as the head of one of the most secretive squads within the Intelligence...

***

If someone were to ask a Terran citizen where is the headquarters of the Intelligence, they would instantly be able to point out that it's located within the renowned World Heritage Site that used to house the secretive military intelligence of a certain global superpower back in the mid-20th century. Throughout all these years, although the intelligence agency had merged with other countries to form the global behemouth called the Intelligence, the headquarters still remained the same, making people wonder if it's alright for the world's most inconspicuous agency to be located in one of the world's most conspicuous landmarks.

Fortunately, not only because 666 was usually an unmarked car with tinted windows when he travelled towards the Intelligence Headquarters, since the building is located by the bank of River Temese, there are multiple hidden entrances on either side of the bank that leads straight to the much larger underground section of the headquarters, thus forgoing the need to go through its main entrance by the bank.

Inputting his identity into the unmarked premium service car that he 'borrowed' from a certain superior currently studying back in the mainland continent, Minerva directly set the directions and operated the car so that 666 would arrive back in headquarters as soon as possible, even travelling into an empty parking lot and going in through a concrete wall that opened the second the car approached before closing again.

Therefore, when 666 finally arrived before his superior, not even 15 minutes have passed since he defeated his target on the rooftop of his previous location.

***

Throwing the target's unconscious body along with his severed leg into one of the many emergency medical recovery modules located by the infirmary bay next to the secretive parking lot of the headquarters building, 666 naturally walked up to his superior and emotionlessly described everything that went on during his mission, not even missing out a single detail.

Perhaps due to 666's dry delivery, his superior had already looked bored to death before he even spoke through half of what went on this evening when he suddenly waved at 666 in order to get the other to stop. After a loud exaggerated yawn, the superior exclaimed, "Boring! Why are you telling me all this when I can just review what had happened from the security footage seen through your mechanical eyes? The only thing I needed to know is how the heck did you manage to antagonize our target here?!"

666's superior pointed at the man currently recauperating within the infirmary before glaring at his subordinate again, "I thought your mission was to try and recruit the target to our ranks. It's only when the man acts hostile towards you, ONLY then should you engage in combat with him. From what it sounded, you managed to antagonize the man in less than a second before forcing him to fight against you on the roof!"

"I simply approached him at his office and told him that the Intelligence have already noticed all of his illegal actions and he should consider joining us, otherwise risk prosecution and jail time." 666 replied, obviously not knowing what he did wrong. "The second after I've informed him objectively of his own situation, he immediately got angry at me, attacked me, before directly escaping and going into his private elevator located at the back of his office without my knowing. If I didn't get Minerva's authorization for the control of the elevator, he would have directly escaped from our grasp."

666's superior could not help but facepalm in the face of his subordinate's well-known denseness. With how blunt 666 had tried to 'convince' their target in such an emotionless manner, it's hard for anyone not to be provoked to anger by the former's complete lack of sympathy and suger-coating. It seems like he really made a blunder trying to get someone as straight as 666 to convince another 'awakened' to join their ranks.

"That's why even though the both of them are 'awakened', I still didn't want 666 to take this mission! I really do not know what the higher-ups are thinking..." 666's superior muttered to himself under his breath, preventing 666 to hear the former's comlaints. Seeing that his superior still seemed to be a little grumpy about what happened, he decided to stay silent until given further instructions, standing there before his superior without noise.

After giving 666 a few precursory glances, he couldn't help but feel somewhat indignant again and spoke in a rather childish manner, "I wanted to start my dream and form a team of superheroes like what N*ck F*ry did in the Av*ngers! Who would have thought that my first recruit would directly nip the potential in the bud only after trying to recruit a second person..."

"Mr. T, this is the first that I've heard of this?" 666 tilted his head in confusion. "If you really wanted to recruit more... i would assume by 'superheroes' you meant 'awakened'... you would try and recruit my original target first."

Mr. T, 666's superior, simply grunted and replied in an annoyed tone, "Of course I wanted to recruit Daniel! Can't you use your brain for once! Since he's the person most aligned to the Federation's cause, I thought it would be the easiest task to recruit him and decided that he should be recruited last, after we've had other 'awakened' join our ranks."

"I still do not understand why you are so adamant about forming a team of 'awakened' people." 666 continued to voice his confusion. "Would it not be better just to capture them and have our science department experiment on them like what the higher-ups originally had intended? What's the point of taking the risk just so we can form a team of individuals that might somewhat be more powerful than an average special forces team?"

"Passion and heart! That's what!" Mr. T waved his fist at 666 in an exaggerated manner. "Superheroes are a man's passion! Who wouldn't want to be the one to brag about how they managed to form a real 'J*stice Leag*e'! If I can do something that awesome, history will laud me as a hero for ages!"

"Don't you just want to brag to your fake friends online about your achievements?" 666 narrowed his eyes and directly poked his superior in his sore spot.

"... That too, okay?!" Mr. T glared at 666 only to become the recipient of the latter's disdainful glare. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he puffed his cheeks and shouted again, "And you! Haven't you ever thought of the fact that you might get the chance to become a superhero! Aren't you excited at all?!"

To that 666, simply shook his head and psoke in a realistic manner, "I'm afraid that will never happen, Mr. T. Since even our existence is completely classified by Minerva, it would be impossible for us to make our flashy entrance like those superheroes you see in those early 21st century movies. Instead... I think it's better to say that we're more like a post-modern Su*cide Squ*d?"

Mr. T widened his eyes in shock, giving an exaggerated gulp before finally stating in a serious tone, "You.... you actually watch those superhero movies as well?"