Okay, little fun fact, I when I named the previous chapter "White" I had something specific in mind... Which I then forgot and still can't remember, so the name now means legit nothing...

I'm a genius, ain't I~?

Btw Vlad's POV

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Crap.

How do I always get myself in these situations?

Currently, I was in The Order's headquarters, and hidden in the world's least comfortable position, a tiny vent in the ceiling. Why did it have to be me? Why not some tiny human? No, it had to be me.

Our plan for faking the death was a success, they bought it. Feli's grumpy brother and I were to infiltrate the base, which they led us right to, and their security wasn't the strongest we've had to bypass. 

We each went our separate ways, the goal being collect as much intel as possible in order to take this organization down properly. I followed a few members into the meeting room, travelling through the air vents. They were relatively large enough, but they got smaller once they go into rooms. I don't know where's the logic in that engineering but I'm cursing it as of this moment.

At least I was getting intel, right? Though I didn't like what I was hearing. Or seeing, for that matter. All the people in the room where dressed completely in white, you it was near impossible to tell them apart from one another. Except one, who spoke the most. The difference with him was he wore red. Blood red. 

They were discussing about how they could take down the LON, since they removed the, to quote, motherboard of the computer, being, as they believed, Beilschmidt. This angered me some; We could easily carry out missions and all had Beilschmidt really been dead, and we'd eventually assign a new leader. If that one dies, then repeat.

From what I could see, no one spoke in their meetings with the exception of the leader and those he gave permission to, and yet no one seemed to disagree with what he was saying, so there wasn't even a point.

Now I see why they thought the LON would collapse if they kill the leader of our organization; Because theirs relies heavily on one. So, as opposed to them, we could take down The Order easily... We just had to kill the leader then pluck them off one by one.

The man in red began speaking again, and now I was even further intrigued; "Germania could take away my physical sight all he wanted, but not my vision. I still have a vision and I will carry it out. My vision has always been and always will be; The weak do not deserve to have a place in a perfect world, and if they can't survive a simple onslaught, it's their loss. As an assassin, I would have expected Germania to understand... But no. Of course not. After all, he had weak relatives."

He went on to talk about weakness and strength, but I lost interest. So he had a personal grudge against Germania. How old was this guy? Also, how was he blind? He seemed to navigate just fine. Well, perhaps he was used to the place. But it still seems far-fetched with his position and all... 

A knock interrupted my thoughts and the ongoing monologue. The door opened, and there stood another one of those white-clad members. He stayed silent until the leader told him to speak. What he said next made my eyebrows raise so high they probably clashed with my hair. 

"Sir, we've lost our previous hostages, but we've gotten a new one." 

My heart caught in my throat as I waited to know who it was. 

"It's the assassin Belarus, sir."

I could laugh. Long, loud, and hard. Relief flooded my veins upon that. The only times she got captured was on purpose, and she would end up murdering everyone near her there. Oh, The Order was so screwed.

I heard a hiss coming from my earpiece: "Bastardo, where are you? I found files on a few of our members." I pressed a button on the earpiece that would send him a signal, meaning I couldn't respond but had heard his message. I do wonder on who they have files on. Though I hope it's not me.

I stayed in my place for some fifteen more minutes until their meeting ended, and found out they plan to kill Belarus in front of her brother to spike a reaction. 

They know just about nothing, don't they?

I moved away in the vents, letting out a huge breath at being able to move more freely once more. When I got to a vent in an empty room, I spoke into the earpiece: "I'm in a completely empty room with grey walls." 

The response I got was: "Well that's damn informative. I'm-"

Romano Vargas was cut short as a scream rang out.

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I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with cliffhangers, heh. No regrets though. 

So thanks for reading this far~!