The Rhyme of the Depositary

098 - SEASON 2

Daniel sat on the chair of the study. The day has afternoon. He had returned home an hour ago and stuck to the laptop in front of him that he connected through an ear phone.

It's been four hours since Daniel left the automatic recording device he installed under the chair in Jenkinz's room. The four hours he spent just to follow the development of Jenkinz's talk which in fact was just a glance.

For about two hours the room was empty. There was no talk Jenkinz had in the room that Daniel could make as a hint of their agreement.

Jenkinz acted as if nothing had happened after Daniel's departure. Only the voice of the woman Daniel guessed as his secretary was capable of hearing. Their talk was a trivial talk about the publication of some unimportant artist news. Some talk raised about the topic of marriage sponsorship of famous actors.

Daniel was desperate. Maybe there was no result of the tool he put Daniel. Soon the device will be destroyed while Daniel has no leads from Jenkinz. The man behaved mysteriously like a ghost. Have the other side tightly closed.

Daniel took the coffee at the table in front of him and began to sip the pitch-black liquid without interest. It seems like it will be in vain. God still hasn't revealed Jenkinz's true intentions. Maybe it's good that Daniel forgot his intention.

After more than a quarter of an hour of fruitless waiting, Daniel felt that Jenkinz might no longer be in the room. There was no sound indicating that the man was still faithful in his study.

Daniel snorted little. He had regretted why he had left only a small recording device. He should have left other tools that function to capture Jenkinz's presence visually as well.

Daniel shook weakly. Jenkinz's room could have been more sterile than he thought. Leaving the recording device alone was already a fortune to him. It was a simple tool, capturing only the sound sensor, but it was effective enough not to be identified. The results of Daniel's experiment two months ago.

As Daniel was preparing to remove the ear phone from his ear, he was startled by Jenkinz's sudden voice.

"Hello,"

The man's voice was a little faint, but Daniel was still able to catch it. Looks like Jenkinz is calling someone on his phone.

"I've tried to offer Daniel that deal. But he seems to be reluctant to accept. The man was too proud to listen to what I wanted. He chose not to find out and still refused. If for the next three days he does not change his mind, find someone else who can carry out this mission. We need immediate certainty." Jenkinz's voice was slightly raised. Whoever the subordinates he was in contact with right now must have been strong enough to deal with Jenkinz's fickle mood.

Daniel justifies the position of the ear phone he wears and ensures the conversation has been recorded on his laptop device with adequate quality. He needs to learn more about who Jenkinz really is.

Jenkinz's voice was silent for a while. It seemed like he was listening carefully to the response of his subordinates through a mobile phone.

Daniel is back. The tool he attached was a tool filled with limitations. He could only listen to Jenkinz's voice at this time, without being able to catch the interlocutor's voice on the phone the man was using.

"No. I have not mentioned my wish. He hasn't heard of this deal."

Pause again for a moment.

"I told you he doesn't know the offer I'd like to make. He has rejected it. I think if he knew I wanted him to hand Alice over to me and I made her a prisoner in the next two weeks, he would have been stronger to refuse this offer. That guy seems pretty loyal, man. It's also good that I haven't said it directly. If I told you and he refused, I would have to finish him off. I can't risk him passing it on to Alice. Troublesome."

Daniel was long-suffered. Jenkinz's words afterwards no longer sound important. He kind of stopped at that statement and his brain repeated the information back into his brain.

Jenkinz wants Daniel to give up Alice to be his prisoner. Daniel disconnects the ear phone he is wearing and replays the recording.

Is correct. Jenkinz wanted Daniel to make a deal with him to give up Alice.

What the hell is this really? Jenkinz is Alice's enemy who creates a covert plan to harm her. Daniel is the tool Jenkinz is trying to use. Unfortunately, Daniel refused the deal even before he knew what it was about.

Daniel's mind started to spin. He took out a blank piece of paper and tried to create a concept map with no direction. He thought of many motives that might have been the reason for Jenkinz to go after Alice.

Could Jenkinz be Alice's business enemy? Business can be cruel sometimes. That threatens the development of one's company could be the target of a ruthless murder. But if it was only a business competitor, why would Black Hell interfere? The Mafia should not be interested in Alice's legal business. However, their dark efforts are more than capable of sustaining the organization's finances.

Could it be that Jenkinz was one of the masterminds of the man who killed Anson? If so, he was the one who had the most possibility of taking out Alice directly. But in retrospect, what Jenkinz was after Alice for now when things calmed down. Shouldn't he have been after Alice? After all, Anson's killer wasn't Maxen? This scenario is too absurd.

Daniel stood up and walked around his spacious study. He tapped his index finger on his forehead to find a scenario that would have been the motive for Jenkinz hunting Alice.

Daniel doesn't want to rush. Right now the most important thing was to hire some people who were strong enough to protect Alice secretly. Perhaps, if circumstances permit, Daniel could also frequently see Alice's circumstances and find out for himself what history Alice had of Jenkinz. In a gentle way, of course. Daniel clearly did not want to cause any anxiety by telling Alice in person before he was quite sure of this fact.

After he visits someone to watch Alice's residence in secret, Daniel lays down his body on his favorite soft sofa. His mind was calmer now. At least the person he had told to watch over Alice was trustworthy enough that anything that would happen would be more manageable.

After he calmed down, Daniel realized something. He had not returned the money he should have given Jasmine the other day.

Tomorrow maybe. Daniel plans to visit Alice and Jasmine's residence.

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This afternoon is pretty beautiful. The sky is brightly colored with the autumn wind that is not too strong.

Klayver sat in one of the lounge chairs after checking in at the airport. He stared at the small ticket in his hand that he was holding. Flight tickets to London, England.

The problems in this country are largely solved by Klayver. The enemies who were after him had succeeded in killing them one by one. He now takes care of his enemies in other countries. Slowly, the clayver believes the problem will be able to overcome one by one.

The problem is getting more complicated. The enemies that Klayver will face are getting more and more difficult every time. Previously he only killed local enemies. The enemy is still in the same state policy.

Now he began to reach the outside world. Dealing with people abroad left Klayver exposed and unprotected. Like a tiger entering a forbidden forest. As powerful as it is, however, territory that is not its territory is still like a mine. The step taken is gambling. Not to mention if he is ensnared by the laws of another country if caught. The procedure will be more difficult. A criminal in a foreign country will be easier to be taught the punishment that further corrupts him.

All of those possibilities Klayver understood. He created a concept map in his head abstractly to create a rough scheme of what steps he had to take in order to eliminate the person hunting him without offending the wrong person. There are some parties that do not deserve Klayver tangent. Their power could have destroyed Klayver at any time.

Clayvers prefer to take careful and organized steps. He needed to hide himself in such a way as to protect his goal from being easily implemented without making much of a fuss.

A quarter of an hour later Klayver began to calmly enter the plane. He acted like an interested tourist and faked his name as Mr. Darrell Grint. A natural-looking mustache adorned his upper mouth and his hair was neatly combed like a stiff innocent man. In fact, the top shirt he put in his black cloth pants.

"Sorry, sir. What number is your seat?" asked a flight attendant to see the confusion emanating from Klayver's face.

"A-I .. I'm a number .. I mean, seat emh ... number 34C." Klayver replied with a stammering tone. He wiped his sweatless forehead and put on a stupid face. Some of the people behind him were impatiently standing in the aisle waiting for Klayver to move in the other direction.

"Good, Sir. Let me show you." The flight attendant smiled understandingly and directed Klayver patiently towards the seat as indicated on the lucek ticket that Klayver was holding. This plane has accommodated many types of humans. Some are annoying, innocent, rude, and ignorant. The flight attendant was not surprised to serve the kind of passengers Mr. Darrell Grint. He remains professional and does his job deftly. Klayver will definitely judge this flight by giving it five stars later.

Klayver's appearance as a stiff geeky seemed convincing. He smiled inwardly and was grateful that this ability he still had. A hitman is not only required to always unite with the environment and circumstances. But he should also be able to be whoever the circumstances require. Including at this time. He had to pretend to be another person very convincingly.

After being comfortable in his seat, Klayver closed his eyes for a moment and a shadow about Alice attacked him quickly.

Oh God. She had only been a month and a half away from Alice and the longing she had was already burning. Klayver's love is like wild bee honey. Sweet, aggressive, and strong.

This longing is present like a plague. They are scattered by small things, growing, spreading, and uncontrollable.

His beloved face fused with every object he saw. The clouds are like shadows that convey Alice's subtlety. The wind becomes the language of longing for them. Even the sky also passed on every gesture of love they carved.

Klayver gave a small smile, keeping the taste in his chest full of secrets.

Love is a disease. Whoever is affected will never be healed. Jalaluddin Rumi once said. A truth after Klayver experienced it himself.

For the sake of that woman, Klayver would do all things despite having to destroy half of this world.

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