RESURGENT-SYSTEM: Survive the Beasts

The delivery guy

"Gosh, you are so annoying. Must I ask? I thought we are team here?" He muttered with a musing heart. 

Terranova: "...we are team and that's the more reason why you should ask. Anyways, he is in that room you refused entering through the window outside which would have been more easier." 

"What do you mean by more easier? Bullshit. There was absolutely no way I could have gone in through that window. Can anyone climb a wall that smooth and high?" Ethan questioned whispering to himself, scoffing doubtfully and keeping his head down as he sat somewhere in the midst of the crowded sitting room. 

Terranova: "you humans do find things impossible to do and I wonder why..." 

"That's because we think and we are smart." Ethan replied instantly, almost feeling a rising anger but the system ignored his emotions. 

"...if you look to the opposite direction from whence you came, precisely your left, you'll notice another stairs which leads straight to his bedroom, same room 32 you should have entered if you had climbed the window. I think he is..." Terranova asserted but the moment Ethan turned to look and saw two guards securing the place, he shook his head immediately, "there's no way I'm going up there. Can't you see how hefty those guys look?" 

Terranova: "... waiting for someone to deliver a message before coming downstairs... Ethan, you have to stop being this naggy and just stay focused. I think you are forgetting so soon that you just killed a brutal beast. I think you would take the chance and play the delivery guy's role." 

Ethan still had it in him to nag, saying, "This isn't funny, Terra. There is no way..." "The more you keep making excuses and contemplating on this, the less your chance of getting this task done and I think these two ladies beside you are beginning to feel you are not mentally stable. They could tell you are talking to yourself, Ethan." Terranova sputtered with a shrilling tone in a way that seems to shut him up and made him see the reason to be upstanding... 

"Whose fault is it?" Ethan asked and headed for the room upstairs not minding the security personnel simply because the resurgent system had just dared him.

"Where the f*ck do you think you are going?" "The party is down there, sir." Both guards declared roughly and looked like they were going to resist him with their hands on his shoulders when he quickly replied in a way that made them rethink their progressive actions. 

"Hey men, I need to deliver a message to Mr. Stankovic right away. Please save my time, I am already running late." And sputtering, Ethan did as though he was gasping for breath and they felt the guy has been racing to get to their boss. 

"What's the message?" One of them asked, supposing to doubt him but Ethan showed no weakness at all, rather he was quick to respond in a mean way, just how they liked a guy working for their boss to behave: he did showed he was under pressure. 

"It's classified dumbass! Why not you keep wasting my time and have me blame you for my lateness." Ethan rumbled. 

"Sure, he is. Let him go men." The other guy said to his co-worker and they both made way for him to go in. 

"Who the heck are you?" Mr. Stankovic asked the moment he saw Ethan walk into his room and had the door shut. 

"I'm the guy who puts a bullet into your brain before ever the delivery guy shows up." Ethan declared boldly as he took out the pistol and ensuring that the silencer was properly attached to it. 

"Who the f*ck let you in? And I know I have people going about seeking for a means to have me killed, but I have not seen your face around. Who the f*ck are you and which is your sister?" He asked hastily, partly bold and partly nervous having a gun pointed right at him from a distance. 

"What the heck are you talking about?" Ethan seems confused when he asked his last question. 

"Look, I know I have taken a lot of females from the streets for sexual slavery, all I'm asking is for you to put the gun down and we could find which one of them belongs to you and hand it over. This isn't necessary. We already have a bigger trouble trying to survive the beast, I know you have every right to be mad. But..." Mr. Stankovic pleaded as his gestures suddenly could tell he was already making a move to pick up something with which to defend himself — probably he had a gun somewhere on his table. 

"What do you know about what's going on inside D.C. United?" Ethan quickly asked to get confirmation from him that what Isabell Wells had told him was accurate though he had already found a reason to pull that trigger simply because he made mention of his involvement in human trafficking which was something he detested. 

"...Why so much questions? Come on, there is no need going into D.C. United. It's all a lie they told us about getting redemption when we get in there. If it's money you need, I could give you a handful of it." Mr. Stankovic sputtered harshly and in a split second, he was already having a gun in his right hand, but before he could lift it, 

...pew!!* Ethan fired first. Just one bullet, and it went straight into Mr. Stankovic's forehead, penetrating his skull and snap! He fell on his chair, lying dead. At the left side of the room was a golden locker, Ethan was lucky enough to find it opened. ...someone forgot to turn the keys... Ethan muttered excitedly while pulling out the only brown briefcase he could find in it. 

"Terra, tell me this is the right case." Ethan asserted immediately. 

"Yes, it is. Just hurry up." Terranova replied. Ethan threw the briefcase out of the window before leaving the room 32. "Brilliant!" The shrilling voice of the resurgent system echoed pleasantly to his hearing. 

Ethan left the room immediately without regretting his action at all, instead he felt like a hero for bringing down someone he knew was not just a drug dealer but recently, into human trafficking. 

Five minutes after he left, the delivery guy showed up and was like, "I am the delivery guy and here is the letter with me! Who the f*ck did you guys let in?" And when they went in only to find Mr. Stankovic dead, they sounded the alarm and ordered that the entire building be locked.