Transcendental Cyber God

Chapter Twenty Eight

Zero hated the smell of mouldy bread, and it didn't help that he had to be undercover, either. The Order used him for their dirty jobs, and on some days, he wanted to bash his head against the wall until he drew blood.

But on days like this, he didn't have the luxury to feel sorry for himself, not when he had a lot riding on him. In Alistair's words, "Do not be found out, and return when it's done," which wasn't vague in any way.

And, of course, I have to be the one to do it.

"Now, now, boy. Remember, do not be seen," Alistair said as a parting word, and he noticed the backdrop of the office; something lingered. Or was it… someone?

"You won't let me down, will you?" Alistair rarely asked such questions, and whenever he did, the consequences were usually dire.

"I won't," Zero said, left the office, his mind reeling. There was another aspect to the executive named Alistair, one that few people rarely got to see.

And when Zero stared into his eyes, many things became abundantly clear;