B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Forty

The new time showed at eight o'clock, the world was already enveloped by a cool darkness. Smith stopped in front of a Victorian house covered in pine trees, a man opened the door for him and let him in.

“Mana Andreas?, Didn't I tell him to wait here.”

“He is inside sir.”

Smith breezed in, shortly after the man he was looking for appeared from behind the door of the room.

“Greetings my lord, what makes you bother to come here?.”

“We talk later after I talk to them.”

Andreas's face did not show an offended expression, he understood very well the attitude of his master who was rude and bossy.

“Lewat here.” Andreas walked in front of Smith.

As they passed through the door to the library, Smith saw a handsome and slender Asian man working in a room whose door was wide open, Smith's eyes were set on “ What is Fang Zhu?.”

Andreas stop. “Yes. You still remember it well.”

“Why is he still here?.”

“He's very intelligent, it's a pity to waste a young man like him. You know, sir, it's hard to find a cheap worker who can hack a computer well. After all he was very loyal.”

“As far as you are concerned, you own this place.” Smith smiled meaningfully. “Hey Fang, you've learned the meaning of loyalty very well huh.”

Just at that moment, the man looked up and a creeping fear, his face greasy and slippery, behind his eyes looked a disgusting look.

“The prisoners.” Smith said, removing the pitiful man from his mind. Andreas nodded small.

Andreas takes Smith down in the elevator hidden behind the library bookshelf, not far away they walk them to a door. When opened saw bars that locked a man with a terrible condition, his legs were torn and the floor was bathed by blood, some parts of the wall also contained splashes of blood, the gaping mouths were gagged with a cloth that was also covered with blood, and the spies turned blind.

“Does he still have a tongue?.” Smith asked Andreas, aware of the fact that the man had been slashed with a knife and treated, then in verse again. With his body bowed limp, the man almost died.

“Maybe tonight the last time you saw him, this guy really disgusts me. He never wants to be frank.”

Smith was not disgusted by the brutality of the ongoing punishment, if he did not know exactly that it was this man who nearly killed him the other day.

“Leave it for a while. Maybe I should ask him again.”

Andreas nodded his head, he removed the lump of cloth that held his mouth. “Do you need privacy Mr.”

“Not really, anyway this is the last day he lives not.”

Smith approached from behind bars he held out a stick in the man's head.

“So.” Mumbled. “You still refuse to tell the truth, when all your friends are dead now but you still insist. Say, then I will save you.”

“Basic fucking asshole, you should be dead. For God's sake, I won't give you any information.” Even though he was dying, the man remained adamant.

“It is very difficult to find out who dares to oppose my power, alright then. Andreas, just let him die and catch another one tomorrow. Capture them as much as possible, I want BLOOD destroyed.”

Andreas nods, Smith has often caught a BLOOD agent but they have a very loyal agent, even to the point of the final blood no one gives him the information, which he wants. They walked out and visited the other door, this time James was being held captive for the mistake he made last night.

The room was ordinary, unlike the previous room which was filled with blood this place was quite clean. It's just that James was left tied up without clothes, seen some traces of whip that made his skin bruised and reddened.

“Halo James, good to see you. Andreas open his mouth and eyes, let us talk together.”

“Ya, sir.”

After confirming that Andreas had left the room Smith smiled and laughed triumphantly.

“Hahaha, look at you now. You know I never intended to kill that woman, if you followed my every command.”

“Basic demon, release me.” James thrashed and continued to try to escape, although in the end everything was in vain.

“What did that woman say until you dared to betray me?.”

“You are a traitor.” James spat at Smith despite missing.

“How dare you spit on me.” Smith hit James in the face, bleeding his nose. “That woman deserves to die, you should thank me. I should have killed you too, but you'll come in handy later.”

Smith walked over, clutching James' face violently.

“Should have, you don't need to know anything. Stupid, now enjoy this game.”

Smith walked out of the room, letting James constantly give off a variety of rude swears. Near the elevator Andreas was waiting for him, Andreas smiled at Smith's arrival.

“It's done, talking about what the guy did so you locked him up. Is he a member of Blood?.”

“Not, but its existence threatens the future of our organization. And my advice to you, don't interfere in this matter. Understand.”

“Good sir.”

On the other hand, at nine o'clock in the evening, Arnold sat on the edge of the fountain. The view of Trafalgar Square at night is quite interesting, although the sky is dark there are still some people passing by. Accompanied by his new dog Arnold watches every passing hiker, Arnold usually always gets everything easily. Simply by calling, and sitting sweet while drinking whiskey. But this time he had to do everything himself and go straight down the field like he did first.

“Mathew, how are you?. Are you okay there, now that I'm doing everything myself I hope you're here to help me.” Arnold looked at the sky and muttered to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

“Come, twelve o'clock direction.”

The young man turned and looking ahead, he walked up to Arnold with a slight hasty step.

“I'm sorry sir, I'm late.” The young man said while breathing.

Arnold glanced at the clock to confirm the youth's delay.

“No, looks like you're on time sir..”

“Harris, my name is Harris. I've heard stories about you from Mr. David, and may I say that I'm very proud to be working for a man as great as you.”

“It turns out you're good at praising others, well come with me I'll explain what you should do. But before that tell me about you, I know a nice cafe near here.”

“Oh cafe over there ya.” Harris said, pointing to the cafe they meant. “Master isn't the place closed, look now nine o'clock past five minutes. How about we go to Thai Square, which is only two minutes from here. And I guarantee you'll love it.”

“Alright, we go there. What is the need to order a taxi?.”

“No need, the distance is about five hundred feet, only need two minutes if walk, Come.”

They walk, street lights illuminate every step of their way through some typical London buildings, the air tonight is not as cold as before. The wind was quite warm, a sign that spring was coming soon. They stopped for a moment, waiting for the signal to cross the road. The place they will go to is on the left on Warwick Street, a typical London building collaborating with Thai metal carvings looks charming illuminated street lights.

At the front door there is a shield symbol in the middle there is a lion holding an axe, and the top there is a royal crown which is one of the symbols of Great Britain. Shared over the door there is also a bronze statue of a knight who was throwing his sword into the ground, and there is a large Thai Square inscription made of bronze on the window glass and entrance. Once entered glamorous interior design makes anyone amazed, the golden spiral staircase that connects the main floor to the mezzanine area looks elegantly aligned with teak wood chairs and a round table decorated with clean white tablecloths and beautiful roses, also the botanical walls and floral decorations adorning the in and out lanes add to the glamorous impression of this restaurant.

They looked for an empty spot and immediately sat down as soon as they realized it.

“What message do you want?, Today I bought.” Arnold said as he looked through the menu.

“True, then I order Grilled scalops and chicken satay, and the drink is a bottle of champagne laurent perier.” Harris said with excitement.

The waiter recorded Harris' order and then turned to look at Arnold.

“You are good at ordering also turns out.” Arnold's statement made Harris slightly blush, Arnold smilingly looking at Harris. “Well, I ordered a midsum prawan, for the drink I want the best whiskey here. And don't forget the desert.”

The waiter repeats the order they ordered. “Is everything right?. And if you can know what kind of desert you like.”

“Give it the best.” Arnold smiled, and let the waiter go.

“Alright, Harris. I'll explain the tasks to do.”

Arnold explained every detail in detail, Harris leaned forward enthusiastically he heard every detail. Their conversation halted as soon as the waiter came to present their order, and after the waiter left Arnold went back to telling the story. While telling the story, Arnold noticed Harris' movements that looked hungry, but did not dare to touch the food in front of him. He just took a sip of the champagne he ordered slowly, feeling bad Arnold even finished his instructions.

“Well, you understand, right?.”

“Yah, just relax. I'll definitely give you my best, sir, aheemmm if I may.” Harris looked at the food on the table.

“Already thought, you must be starving. Please eat.” Arnold smiled amusedly at the behavior of the young man before him.

“Assyik.” Said Harris who looked like a child.

After their night was over, they got out and Arnold ordered a taxi.

“Where are you sir?.” Said the driver.

“Hotel shard.”

The taxi drove away from Harris standing at the door of the restaurant, a strange smile on his lips. Harris likes his master, and he will definitely do anything for Arnold.

Harris stepped away from the restaurant, he walked slowly towards a narrow alley. An iron staircase stuck outside the wall of a building, with just one jump he grabbed the ladder and climbed it. He continued to climb until he arrived at a window with a light on, with a jolt of the window open and Harris slipped inside.

A room full of various equipment, ranging from computers and some electronic objects lying where, a study table with lights and some notebooks neatly arranged on the right, where, and a mattress was right under the window. Harris took off and threw his shoes before going inside, after which he jumped out of the window and immediately lay down on the bed. For a moment this was the place he could call home, although it is narrow and seems unfit to live in, at least this room is the cheapest rental place among others.

after lying down for a while, Harris got up and sat in front of the computer.he began to look for data on the target he would investigate, not to forget also he sought data about his master. Well, it's not like he doubted Arnold. It's just that Harris doesn't trust anyone easily. He had been betrayed once by his old employer, so he did not want it to happen again. Harris' fingers nimbly played the keyboard like a professional pianist, occasionally his eyes narrowed once he knew the data on the target. Until everything is done, and it's Angel's turn to look for data.Harris repeatedly broke into data, there is no data about Angel.

"Black Rose, who is he?. There is no record of him, huaaaa..." Harris yawned and raised his hand up.

"Huh, why didn't the man tell me this woman's real name. He also did not give me a photo that I could use, how do I find this woman?. Yes, I have to look one by one at the left arm of a woman in London." Harris continued to complain, searching until he felt tired.

"I'd better take a break, tomorrow I'll continue."

Harris turned off the computer, lay down on the bed and began to close his eyes until he fell asleep.

drrrtt...

"Ah, who else called last night?."

Harris looking for his phone, he lifted it reluctantly because of sleepiness.

"Yes, who?.....Oh sir David......, his condition is good, to easily believe ........, ah. forgive me."

"Stupid, if you're worried about that guy why don't you call him right away." Harris grumbled, and threw his phone on the table.

now he again tried to sleep, slowly but surely the air entering through the window made his eyes increasingly heavy, until finally he returned to sleep.