were in the Meechee home, picking up what was left of the slimy son of a bitch. It took a bit longer than he’d anticipated. Meechee had pulled out a loaded pistol from under his silky pillow during the home invasion, causing Xzion to have to fuck him up nice ’nd good. The kill wasn’t as satisfying. Most people still didn’t know or realize that Meechee was big on the food chain, but it was a necessary kill, nevertheless. Due to this, Xzion kept it slightly less messy. He didn’t create bloody mayhem for no reason, though it had proved to be great fun as of late. People disgusted him more times than they amused him, and he couldn’t wait until this assignment was over.
Regardless, he still kept his professional wit about him. He simply needed to eliminate the cause of the problem, and Meechee was surely one of them.
Xzion had disengaged the alarm system, entered the estate and quickly located the man, who happened to be in a cocaine induced stupor.
This didn’t help Xzion, however—if anything, it caused Meechee to be far more violent, triggering a skirmish that Xzion found slightly comical as he watched the tyrant’s blue eyes bulge. The fucker sunk his teeth into his hand, forcing Xzion to have to head butt him with brute force. Once Meechee was finally subdued, Xzion made a clean slice, beheading him without much ado. Spotless and quick, he branded the forehead of the behind-the-scenes mogul and made his way into the master suite bathroom, where he tended to his wound, and then left quietly. That was three hours ago, and now he stood inside of his new home, the cool, ice blocks slick against his fingertips—finally getting the complete isolation and physical healing that he so needed.
“Is it to your liking?” Aton’s voice came through on Xzion’s wrist control.
“Even more so. You’ve exceeded yourself, and Kiore did wonders on this. I thank both of you. It’s aesthetically pleasing and healing.” Dull blue lights bounced along the ice block covered walls and the chill in the air allowed Xzion to see his own breath.
Ahhh, exquisite...
“It won’t melt, and the room will stay that way.”
“Yes, it is thirteen degrees below freezing in the hallway here. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Have you had the opportunity to tour the entire home as of yet?”
“Yes. I’d been here for approximately twenty-six minutes before I called you. I’ve seen the bedrooms, the ice chamber, the control room, the lavatories, the laboratory...wow, that is by far my favorite…and lastly, the study. This is almost better than home.” Xzion grinned.
“You will be back soon enough, especially at the rate you are going. You’ve exceeded our expectations, Xzion. Your parents are pleased with you, as well as I.”
“Thank you. I will complete the mission and we can begin Phase II. Our people are perishing and I know time is of the essence. I apologize for the Carter case taking so long, Aton. It just took a while to gain their trust. I couldn’t get to him without them around, so, I had to wipe all of them out, which created another layer I hadn’t wanted to initially address. I don’t like having to eradicate that many people at once.” He shrugged. “But I was left no choice.”
“It’s fine... What happened to the other drug dealer that you weren’t initially after? I believe you said his name was Percy. And what became of police officers that showed up on the scene? You never told me what happened regarding that, though I think I already know.”
“Yes, for the Birchwood assignment.” Xzion shook his head. “The guy wouldn’t stop screaming and I tried to control his mind...erase the whole damn thing away but time was getting away from me. I would’ve handled it differently had I had a bit more time. The cops, well, though I was low key, they still were too close, so...you know how that goes. I apologize. My research is typically more efficient, but I’ve been—”
“I know, Xzion.
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