2024-12-30 15:35:20Kael stepped out of the taxi, immediately taking in the military vehicles and armed personnel surrounding the mansion. Before he could fully assess the situation, a familiar voice cut through the air.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Selena's sharp tone matched her frown as she strode toward him. Her eyes tracked the departing taxi, and something shifted in her expression. "A taxi... interesting," she muttered, more to herself than to him. "And here I thought... but no, Marcus's people only travel in those custom Rolls-Royces." "Is there a law against taking taxis now, Selene?" Kael asked mildly. "Don't play games with me. Why are you here? Following me again?" She crossed her arms, her military uniform crisp in the afternoon sun. "This isn't some casino where you can hide behind your cards when things get rough. We're about to take down Victor 'Crocodile' Nelson." Kael's eyebrows rose slightly at the name. "Nelson?" "Yes, Nelson. The most dangerous criminal in the city." She sneered. "But what would you know about real danger? You're just a—" "Commander!" A soldier came running up, his face flushed. "We've got a problem!" "What is it, Lieutenant?" "The manor's defenses... they're too heavy. Multiple armed guards at every entrance, reinforced gates, and what looks like a small private army inside. We can't find a safe entry point without risking massive casualties." Kael couldn't suppress a chuckle, drawing Selena's fierce glare. "Something funny about my men's lives being at risk?" she snapped. "Victor Nelson... the great 'Crocodile,'" Kael said, shaking his head. "If you only knew..." "Knew what? Please, enlighten us with your vast military expertise," Selena's voice dripped sarcasm. "Or better yet, just leave. Go back to your comfortable life and stay out of real people's business." "Real people's business?" Kael's voice remained calm, but something in his tone made the lieutenant take a step back. "In the quarry, we had prisoners who would eat your 'Crocodile' for breakfast." he said under his breath, but it was audible to the lieutenant. “What did you say?” Selene asked him. “Nothing, you can continue,” he chuckles. "Did I crack a joke that you are laughing? You are still same, nothing more than a clown who hides when it’s time to fight." Kael chuckled softly, the sound dark and mocking. "If only you knew," he murmured, barely loud enough for her to hear. Selena’s gaze sharpened, and she stepped forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the weapon at her side. "Get out of here, Kael," she barked. "Now. I’m not in the mood for your nonsense today. You’re not part of this operation. Leave before I arrest you." Kael straightened, raising an eyebrow. "Arrest me?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement. "You don’t have the authority to arrest me, Selena. Besides, I’m not following you. I’m just here to take care of some business. And let’s be honest," he added, "I’m married." Selena blinked, caught off guard. "Married?" she repeated, her tone flat. "Are you trying to distract me with that? I don’t care." "Well, if you don't care, then maybe you’ll stop calling me a loser," Kael replied smoothly, crossing his arms. He wasn’t about to let her get under his skin any longer. Before she could respond, a soldier rushed up to her, his face grim. "Captain! We’ve encountered heavy resistance at Victor Nelson’s manor. It’s heavily fortified, and we can’t get past their defenses." Selena’s face darkened, her mind quickly processing the information. "Damn it," she muttered. She turned toward Kael, her patience already running thin. "This is serious, Kael. You can’t be here." Kael scoffed, his tone light. "Seriously? You think I’m concerned about a bunch of soldiers and their pathetic defenses?" His smile widened, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "You need to step up your game. Victor Nelson is nothing compared to what I’ve faced before. You’re wasting your time." Selena’s hands twitched, her temper rising as she gritted her teeth. "You don’t get it, do you? This is bigger than you. We’re going after a criminal empire, and you're just standing there like a fool." Kael shook his head slowly. "No, Selena," he said, his voice low. "You’re the fool if you think you can take him down without the right tools." Her eyes narrowed, her hands still clenched tightly at her sides. "You’re not welcome here, Kael. I’ll give you one last chance. Leave now. Or else I’ll arrest you myself."
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