ORION
Mr. Iki Gentle
One day, a man came in a suit. Her hair was black and neatly combed. It looks like he is also wearing a watch that is involved expensively. Come with a dead look somewhere.
“You want to hire me? All right what is it?”
The man who looks his body is ideal in the eyes of women. The figure with sharp eyes was pitch-black, was a contract killer. His face was so visible, he wasn't even afraid of it.
“That means you got this fake business card from someone? This is just a pseudonym. And I could have tricked you by saying I killed him but I never actually did.”
A business card with a name, "Mr. Iki Gentle's."
The assassin revealed that the business card was actually a fake. But the office man did not mind it because he himself would know whether or not this killer was doing his job.
“Then, before heading over to the topic of who I'm going to kill. What can you give me? If you look like a village in a suit so, I'm not sure if you can pay for it or not,” he said pompously.
Click!
The man took off his watch and said it was an expensive watch. If you need to weigh it to make sure. The man had no hesitation in giving the payment.
“Ha? You said this could support me for the next 5 years? Whaan? Still not enough!”
Mr. Iki Gentle leaned her body against the sofa, she raised her head and sighed later.
So, the office man took off his belt and gave it to the killer. How surprised Mr. Iki Gentle when she saw the belt. Belts with famous brands and these are sold only a few fruits.
Of course, just getting it is not easy. See it? Mr. Iki Gentle was tempted, her eyes widened to look at the belt carefully without daring to hold it.
“Where did you get it from? You must have stolen!”
In the end the office man felt disappointed because Mr. Iki Gentle did not serve him well. He got up from his seat and showed a horrible look at her.
“Hei! I'm just kidding!”
Taps!
The pounding of the shoes sounds a little voluptuous in the room with furniture that there are only a few. He turned his back and asked if Mr. Iki Gentle is willing to do her job.
“Good, okay. Huh, okay I'll take care of what you want. As long as you don't divulge who I am and how I look.”
Laughs terunggau. He felt happy even though his dead gaze made Mr. Iki Gentle shuddered. Only then did the office man say who the target was.
He said it while pointing to himself.
“Target is you!?”
Mr. Iki Gentle surprised. He even felt whether he had not heard wrong just now? The office man himself was the target of his assassination.
“Are you serious? Or are you crazy? Ah, why did I meet a weird client like this, anyway.”
Mr. Iki Gentle sighed tired because she complained bitterly because the client she received turned out people were not sane until the tip of the hair to the feet.
“Then how ..”
Before Mr. Iki Gentle asked back. He got up from his seat and pulled the closed curtain and opened the window. And he swept the dust with his left hand, and reached into the top drawer.
Srak! Srak!
While looking for something he asked the man, “What's your name? Ah, nevermind. You will die in my hands. And enough payment of belt and watch.”
Gusrak!
His hand dropped the drawer onto the floor. Some important looking papers were scattered everywhere. Then Mr. Iki Gentle took all the paper that was still in the drawer.
Behind a stack of paper were many hidden weapons, even the bottom of the drawer could be opened and there was an unusual needle-shaped weapon with a small bottle on the side.
All weapons whether they are firearms, knives of all kinds are small and rope and there are still many weapons that are not so understood by the man in the office.
Then cleared his throat while thinking hard, what weapon is suitable for him. After a while, he finally pointed at one of the items but did not point towards the drawer but rather a sword leaning against the corner of the room.
Then say whatever Mr. Iki Gentle did as long as she did her job.
“Hah? You want me to kill you out in the open? Oh wait, you mean after I killed you and left your body in a public place like that?”
The office man nodded his head in excitement. Although Mr. Iki Gentle sighed so astonished and surprised she was at this one client.
“The most appropriate way for you to be seen by many people in a terrible situation. Hm, of course you can even with just a sword.”
A few steps led to a corner of the room and took out a long sword.
“Why did you bother hiring me to kill you? Why not just kill yourself? Is there another reason?”
Although Mr. Iki Gentle asked this and that but seen from the look of the face already knew. That this man obviously wanted to die. His gaze was ready for death or rather he was stressed from thinking too much about when he would die.
Dak!
“Why sleep only anyway?”
One of them woke Mr. Iki Gentle to reality. Immediately he widened his eyes and then rubbed his face to be fully aware of the dream realm.
“Kok, your face looks so anxious. What's up?” The man with the thin mustache asked.
There are a lot of people here around Mr. Gentle IKI. He seemed to have a restless face as soon as he woke up in a dream.
One of the women with pigtailed hair also looked very worried about him.
“I just had a nightmare.”
“Oh, is it because of your client again? I told you, 'wasn't that you should just ask Mr. Chameleon.”
“It's true. But it seems you prefer to move on your own,” said the woman with a sigh.
“By the way how's that thing? Has everything burned down with the slaves?” ask a small man with an old face. He was old but his spirit was like a child.
“Yes, geez cake. Don't worry about the unnecessary. It's all burned out. So our tracks are all gone,” replied the thin-moustached man.
Brak! The door was smashed, a man in a black suit came inside with a crumpled face that was irritated.
“Mr. Gentle IKI! You almost killed me, huh? Why not tell me from the beginning that the place will be blown up!” shout Caraka.
“I've woken you. It counted noble kindness as a weak 8th position. But you're just angry like this? Basic don't know manners.”
“Finished you—”
“Hah, don't be noisy. And don't call that name again. Because of the fake business card you made it made me have a bad dream.”
“Ah, I understand why I have nightmares. Don't tell me you just had a dream about your last client huh?” thought the thin mustachioed man.
Surprised, he lowered his head deeply.
While muttering something, “Maybe I was dreaming because it looks like I met him.”