(Unknown's pov)
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My target was here.
The Pet & Slave convention in Eden City.
I could practically feel their power burning off of them in waves.
What I hated most about this particular job is that information wise, I had nothing. I was simply told my target would be here tonight, and my job was to kill them. They were a danger to my bosses and his bosses' plans. Something about keeping angels locked in the gates of heaven or whatever.
I blend in with the crowd of demons easily, weaving through them, feeling for any out of the ordinary signatures. I've come up empty handed so far. My phone rings, and I pull it out reading the caller ID.
Sighing I walk out the ballroom and into an empty hallway. It was silent, but I couldn't be careless, especially with my status and the information, or lack of that I held. I find an empty storage room to occupy until, then.
My phone rings again and this time I answer.
"Hello...?"
"What took you so long to answer?" the voice on the other line was calm. But I wasn't a fool they were fuming for being ignored for so long, even if it was three minutes.
"Sorry about that boss." I said, tapping my foot lightly on the floor. "Had to find a place to talk."
There was a long pause, then the boss answers. "Fine...have you taken care of the target yet?"
"No, I haven't." I was annoyed. I had little to no information. All I was given was a place and what they are. No gender, characteristics, or status was on the file. "It's kind of hard when you haven't got a damn clue what they look like."
"Watch yourself. You don't know who you're talking to. I can have you eating your own intestines for breakfast by morning if you don't check your attitude. Now, the file I gave you is all we have on the target, so if you don't kill them in the next...…." there was a short pause and then they continue. " Seven hours, I'll chop you up and feed you to the hell hounds. Now do you want that?"
"No sir." I gulp. swallowing a lump that formed in my throat.
"Good, now get off the damn phone and do your job." The end of call beep rings through my ear as I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall.
It was going to be a long night.
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