The Children Of Thalia

Cleaning Operations - 2

While walking down the apartment, Kuro glanced around. One person was sprawled in front of the door, three people in the room after, as well as two other rooms with the door open, there might be more bodies there, but that was not what Kuro needed to worry about now.

"Tetha-1, Tetha-2, stop for a moment. Four patrols upstairs.. We'll fix it."

"understandable. Tetha-1, wait a moment."

"Tetha-2, hold on for a moment."

The smooth whizzing of bullets cutting through the air delivered bullets that shot rapidly from the stun guns of the Tetha-3 members. Before long, the thumping sound of bodies hitting the floor was heard accompanied by the loud sound of falling weapons.

"The guards have been disabled." Report Tetha-3.

"good job. Tetha-1, Tetha-2, heading for the second floor."

The subtle ripples of thick boat-shoeed feet become the countdown of the main event. The gun was directed upwards, tightly gripped trying to resist the shaking. Breathing full of adrenaline rang out from the front as well as the back, but Kuro remained calm like ice. He's been through more stressful and worse things than this. But that doesn't mean he isn't panicking. In fact, Kuro's mind was currently processing all sorts of information he could capture as long as he walked down the apartment. All sorts of possibilities, all sorts of strategies in case there was an assault or a suspect who ran away, he had thought of.

"Tetha, go straight. Beware of patrols."

"Commander, there's a surveillance camera."

"Let. Intel took care of it."

"Understand, Commander."

"Commander, two coming from the left, corridor to the target point."

"How much is it in front?"

"Four, with two more standing guard at the door."

"Directly resolve. Shoot them."

"Do it."

"Understand, commander."

Kuro placed his index finger on the trigger, preparing behind the turn wall. The clattering of footsteps became increasingly clear along with the higher the shadow of the two approaching people. Kuro took a deep breath, then waited for the order.

"Now!!"

The gun's short barrel was immediately aimed at the heads of the two approaching guards. Pulled by Kuro and Magz, it hit the foreheads of the two guards. Two more in the back instantly alertly pulled their weapons forward, preparing to fire, but Tetha's team were experts at speed and agility. Kuro and Magz immediately pulled the two approaching guards down, while the other two Tethas at the back opened fire, hitting their heads and necks until they fainted without even pulling the trigger.

"Guard is cleared, Commander."

"good. Go to location."

Regardless of the body that was exposed to drugs, Tim Tetha quickly stepped up and gathered in front of the apartment room door bearing the number 207. That's their purpose. The place is thought to be the lair of the alpha wolf who became the mastermind behind the death of Ellis Grant, he also sought information about the linkage of Ellis Grant's death with extremist receivers suspected of being directly involved in the case.

"The door is locked, Commander."

"Not to worry, I'm ready. Noe."

"Ready."

Noe walked forward, pulling a crowbar from behind his vest. The crowbar was attached to the door, and all prepared to break through.

"Prepare for three. two.... one.. now."

"Do it."

Pushed the crowbar was firmly inward, prying the door that looked sturdy easily. The crowbar was dropped, creating a rough clanking sound that was immediately consumed by the sound of the footsteps of the tatha team that broke through the room. The muzzle of the gun was pointed everywhere, looking for any potential danger. Kuro grasped the handle of his sword, Magz prepared with his fire legs, Mei had already cooled her hands, and Noe was already focused with the muzzle of his gun.

"DON'T MOVE!!!!!!!!"

Beyond a doubt, there was only one woman inside. A person who looked so weak with a thin body and a face panicked in fear.

"NO, DON'T KILL ME, I DO EVERYTHING, FORGIVE ME!!!!!"

However, despite the screaming, the woman did not stop moving, pacing in the middle of the room like a person who was really scared.

"DON'T MOVE, HANDS UP!!!!!"

"GOOD, OKAY. L'M... I TELL YOU EVERYTHING, DON'T KILL ME!! DON'T KILL-"

Kuro nimbly pressed the trigger. The bullet stuck into the woman's forehead, causing her to fall to the dusty wooden floor. His left hand, which had entered his pocket, was still clutching a small blue tube that was flashing red light. Noe approached, taking the tube for analysis. He's wide-eyed.

"Look, Commander. The doping that made the gift rampage astray. Already equipped with injections sticking out."

"Very close. Good job, Kuro." Praise Commander. He pressed the button on the right of the helmet. When the streaks of light around his helmet died, he pulled the narrow helmet, revealing a stern face with glaring eyes. "Tetha-2, Wild Dogs, search the house, check if there is any important information about Ellis Grant's death and his relationship with extremist groups. Tetha-3, Noe, secure the suspects, tie them all up, put them in the truck. Kuro, stay here. Report our discovery to Ansel."

"Understand, Commander."

"Do it."

"Ready."

"I understand."

The entire foot stepped out in an orderly manner. They don't have to hide their existence anymore. The second stage is finished. They've managed to infiltrate and clean up the wolves. Investigations remaining. In the room, only Kuro and the Tetha Commander, Gian Narsete Angelis, or Gianni the ghost remain.

The gun is placed again into the sheath, the sword is deposited again into the belt. Gianni turned on the flashlight installed on his watch, checking the walls and corners of the room. Documents, records, photographs of the crowd were on the wall. Everything is random until it is difficult to find the red line. Gianni squinted at each photo. The faces that were given red circles were not familiar to him, but felt familiar.

"Commander, can you come here for a minute?" ask Kuro from the opposite corner.

Gianni turned around, approaching Kuro while smiling wryly. "Come on, call me Gianni as usual."

"Negative, commander. You've been conferred the title of Commander for this mission." Kuro replied, in his usual flat tone. When Gianni was already next to him, Kuro's slender index finger pointed to one photo that partly covered another. "See this, Commander. Does this face feel familiar?"

"All the faces here also feel familiar to me....." Gianni squinted again, looking at the photo more clearly. The face there, a slightly blurry face due to the enlarged photo, clearly showed a face that would always be engraved on the heads of Wild Dogs and Merlins. "No way. This face.... Jaimie Ferga??"

"Exactly. The Puppet Controller whose head was crushed a month ago. The picture's attached with a cross."

"What is this..he is also a target?"

"No, it's still unclear." Kuro walked again to the other wall. Gianni followed from behind, until he stopped at the next wall, pointing again at one photo. "Call with him?"

First looking at the photo, Gianni's forehead shriveled. He threw his face, clucked, and felt a long-buried regret. Of course, Kuro understood that, because he felt the same way.

"Of course I remember. He's our precious teacher."

"Natalie Hirtzel's. Died last year. This photo is also dusty and drowned by other photos. Well, look next to him."

The expression that Gianni displayed could no longer be guessed.

"....... Ellis Grant."

"Died two weeks ago."

"It's....." He looked up, highlighting the entire photo stuck on the wall with his flashlight. Almost all photos have a cross, which is the same as Ellis Grant's photo. His eyes then widened again, aware of something. "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

He walked around the room, looking at every photo. His fingers pointed straight at each photo, looking for familiar faces.

"Kuro, look at this." Gianni. Kuro approached. "Dimitri Sazonov, head of******* Ulkafa who died last year."

Kuro's eyes rolled slightly down, looking at the photo Gianni pointed at with his index finger that was like a thick branch.

"They stick to his picture like a charter."

Nodding in horror, Gianni could only grin wryly, bitterly laughing realizing that something terrible was happening under Thalia's shadow.

"That's a unique way to explain it. Look up."

Even for Kuro who had seen so many happenings with Ansel since he was recruited into the Wild Dogs, he was still speechless when he saw a bunch of photos taped slightly upwards.

"Nikita Zhabin, Volodya, Tristan Gilmore, Albert Willis......."

"The leaders of the extremist squads are dead."

Kuro is unable to speak. He took a few steps back, closing his eyes before rubbing his face firmly.

"I get. They're not targets, they're necessary sacrifices."

"A unique way to explain it, again." Sahut Gianni, both sigh as well. "This wall contains those who died by special police, soldiers, or ourselves. The masterminds behind the big events that happened some time back."

"Yes, yeah, that makes sense." Kuro turned around, looking again at the opposite wall. The photos that were plastered there now seemed to make more sense to him. "Jaimie Ferga, Fred Rocco, Willi Kautz. All of them were mysteriously dead criminals. There are some crazy members of LOST who died as a result of their own actions. This wall seems to be for the people who sacrifice."

"Live the middle." Gianni.

"It's not clear?" Kuro walked again to the middle wall, pointing at some photos. "These are the people who should be the victims. Commander, did you forget about Nat's death?"

Gianni frowned again, remembering the events of last year that he did not want to remember even for a second.

"How could I have forgotten that."

"Then I don't need to remind you anymore."

Hands clenched. Exasperated, angry, his face reddened. If you recall the incident when he found the body of the favorite teacher of all Helder students last year, Gianni sometimes could not help himself. It was because he was the first to find it at that time. The lifeless figure of the teacher he respected.

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