Chapter 82: The Soup Kitchen
OminousRain
I am become Death
Chapter 82: The Soup Kitchen
"Haaah…." I sighed due to hearing the same name multiple times in the reports I received on my desk in an office room assigned for me in the temporary school building so I can work as soon as my lessons are over. At least nothing happened during the Red Moon and most vampires and ghouls vanished without causing huge damage to Midgar. But the Lawless City remains a problem due to one person, whose name is currently giving me stress.
"That's a long sigh. Are you okay, Princess Alexia?" Asked Glen, the vice-commander of the Crimson Order who's being assigned as my bodyguard today. Excessive I know but my sister is really paranoid that she would assign her best knight to guard me occasionally now that Claude has his own duties and thus unavailable.
"Tell me, what do you know about this Don Jon fellow?" I asked him.
"Not much. I heard he defeated the three rulers of the Lawless City and became its sole ruler years ago. That's all."
"Lately I've seen his name on the reports way too much. Illegal contrabands, drugs, slave trading, underground gambling casinos, blackmail, robbery, fraud, scam, and many more… all under his name. And I don't trust the Soup Kitchen he built in the slums at all! Ever since he took over the Lawless City, they've become more of a menace than ever before! As if we didn't have Shadow Garden, the Cult and Necromancer to worry about!" I complained, feeling stressed because of how much work I still have to do despite needing to continue attending school.
"At least the Snow Fox Corporation, which is owned by one of the three former rulers, was a legitimate company, right?" Glen remarked.
"Their rivalry with Mitsugoshi is more concerning than the Major Corporate Alliance actually. I'm convinced they stole some of Mitsugoshi's trade secrets, including chocolate and coffee. Being a company that originated from that damned city, there's no way they're clean." I replied, totally not biased towards Mitsugoshi.
All these stressful paperwork is killing me. I want to see Pooch again. Whenever I see him, my stress and worries goes away. With that in mind, I worked harder so I can finish today's work early and—
*Knock knock*
Oh no…
"Who's there?" Glen asked.
"It's Marco, sir!"
"Come in!" Glen said as the maids open the door for Marco, who's carrying a stack of papers.
"Ehe he…" Marco, who noticed my frustrated expression, didn't say anything and just smiled uneasily. He put the papers on my desk silently and I took a look on one of the papers…
"FUCKING HELL!! WHY IS IT HIM AGAIN!? SCREW YOU DON JON!!!" I shouted angrily while raising a middle finger towards the papers.
"P-Princess! Language!"
"That bitch! Not only chocolates and coffee, she even made whiskey, brandy, vodka and rum before we do! How did they obtain the Shadow Wisdom and figure out about distilled spirits before we do!?" Complained Gamma as she read the newspaper, with news of Snow Fox Corporation's new alcohol products being on the front page of this week's edition. Nu is beside her, assisting her with her work.
"This goes beyond stealing our company secrets. I've checked and re-checked and yet found no breaches in our security. Any thugs attacking our shipments or tried to infiltrate our company buildings, which we have thwarted every time, worked for Garter, not Snow Fox. No members behaved suspiciously either. I can only imagine that they have the same source as…" Nu remarked hesitatingly.
"That's impossible! Lord Shadow wouldn't share his secrets with anyone but us!" Gamma exclaimed.
"What I meant that… they have access to the same source of the Shadow Wisdom as Lord Shadow."
"But who could've…?"
"Only two people comes to mind, Don Jon and Necromancer. The latter is more likely as he is the one who--"
"Don't say it, Nu. Just don't!" Gamma stressfully commanded, not wanting to be reminded of the sight of her beloved Lord Shadow nearly dying from his latest battle against his archnemesis.
"Should we stop the research into distilled spirits?" Nu asked.
"No. We will lose a lot of profit if we allow them to dominate the alcohol market. Even though I dislike it, we have no choice but to be second place this time. At least we should try to make better products than theirs." Gamma answered.
"What if they accuse us of plagiarism?"
"We will simply do what they did when we accused them of the same thing, prove that the claims are false. The so-called antitrust laws will also work in our favour to prevent them from having monopoly over the alcohol market." Gamma remarked, adopting the stance of fighting fire with fire, even if they have to use the law that prevented them from achieving their goal of global economic dominance.
"Very well. I shall inform the production sector to hasten the research into distilled spirits." Nu said.
"Speaking of the production sector, where's Eta?" Gamma asked, hearing next to no report from Eta for weeks now.
"Last time we heard from her she said she is still busy with the Artifact we found in the underground labyrinth underneath the Capital."
"That strange and creepy tome? This is bad. She has become obsessed with something dangerous and is neglecting her duties, hasn't she? Send a report about Eta to Lady Alpha in Alexandria."
"Very well." Confirming her orders, Nu left the room to deliver the messages from Gamma.
"Haaahh… So many problems… So many obstacles. But the burden I carry is nothing compared to the burdens Lord Shadow is carrying. I musn't give up!" Gamma remarked, reminding herself of the purpose of her existence in order to not lose hope.
"Ha ha ha! Skipping classes is great! Less burden and more time for me to do my Shadowbroker acts!" I remarked happily as I once again skipped Goldy-sensei's class. I managed to purchase my new outfit for my next Shadowbroker act. Once again from the Snow Fox Corporation. Seriously, they have everything I ever wanted! Though this time, in order to mask my tracks, I have to buy every piece from different branches under different names. They are expensive but I covered them easily with the money I robbed from the Crimson Tower before vanishing that night.
I could've just invaded the Don Jon Tower as Shadow and rob him of his money but that ain't stylish! To fight against a mafia boss, you need a proper identity. And what better identity than a Super Elite Agent!?
But first, I need to obtain information. That's why I'm going to this Soup Kitchen in the slums of Midgar, which is frequented by not only homeless and poor people but also mercenaries looking to save money by getting free meal. Why a Soup Kitchen you say? Because this Soup Kitchen has the Don Jon name. This Don Jon fellow definitely followed the footsteps of Al Capone, building a Soup Kitchen and giving soup to poor, homeless and unemployed people for free to raise his reputation.
I entered the Soup Kitchen, my eye-catching suit and mask gathered the attention of everyone, especially the mercenaries, wondering who I am. I went to order a soup and sat on a table near a bunch of mercenaries, looking to extract information from them. Hmm… the soup is delicious.
"Oi, Mister. You don't look like the rest of us. Are you sure you should be here?" One of the mercenaries came to me. Looks like he's just a common thug after all. His friends gathered around my table too.
"Yeah. You look like your pocket is full of gold. You shouldn't steal free food from the rest of us poor people!"
"Why don't you share your wealth with the rest of us instead of being such a cheapskate?"
The thugs tried to intimidate me into giving them my money. I continued enjoying my soup while ignoring them.
"Oi! Are you deaf!?" One of the thugs shouted, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword sheathed on his hips. His friends did the same, though some brought out guns instead of swords.
"Hmph. I'll share some of my wealth, in exchange for information." I said to them, which made them laugh.
"Huh!? You think this place is for business!? This place is for charity, mister! And you're not supposed to get anything out of charity!" How boorish. Mistaking robbery as charity. I'll put them in their places.
"Now, you'd better give up your money to us poor people before somebody gets hur—AAAGH!!" one of the thugs tried to threaten me further before his words… and both his hands are cut.
"UAARGHH!!! MY HANDS!!!"
"Oi! What did you do!?" Shouted his friend as he pointed his gun to my head while I continued enjoying my soup.
"You said that this place is charity. Then I shall ask you to donate the information I want." I said. My words enraged them.
"That's it! Just kill him!" Shouted one of them, which prompts the others to unsheathe their weapons and started attacking me, only for their movements to stop.
"Wha… Why can't I move!?"
"What is this!?"
"Huh!? This is… steel threads!?"
"Took you long enough to realize it." I remarked as I finished my soup and stood up. My steel threads bound them in place, not allowing them to move. Not even the gun wielders can move their fingers to pull the triggers of their guns. The rest of the people in the Soup Kitchen, who previously ignored the thugs harassing me, stood up warily. Some even outright ran away from the building.
"Now… will you generously donate your information to me?"
"You're not getting anything out of—AAAAGHH!!!" Screamed one of them, whose hands are sliced apart by my steel threads for being defiant. His friends got the message and becomes less defiant.
"Wh-Who the fuck are you!?" One of the bandits asked fearfully.
"I am… John Smith."
Author's Note:
And so the Super Elite Agent has made his debut!
"Haaah…." I sighed due to hearing the same name multiple times in the reports I received on my desk in an office room assigned for me in the temporary school building so I can work as soon as my lessons are over. At least nothing happened during the Red Moon and most vampires and ghouls vanished without causing huge damage to Midgar. But the Lawless City remains a problem due to one person, whose name is currently giving me stress.
"That's a long sigh. Are you okay, Princess Alexia?" Asked Glen, the vice-commander of the Crimson Order who's being assigned as my bodyguard today. Excessive I know but my sister is really paranoid that she would assign her best knight to guard me occasionally now that Claude has his own duties and thus unavailable.
"Tell me, what do you know about this Don Jon fellow?" I asked him.
"Not much. I heard he defeated the three rulers of the Lawless City and became its sole ruler years ago. That's all."
"Lately I've seen his name on the reports way too much. Illegal contrabands, drugs, slave trading, underground gambling casinos, blackmail, robbery, fraud, scam, and many more… all under his name. And I don't trust the Soup Kitchen he built in the slums at all! Ever since he took over the Lawless City, they've become more of a menace than ever before! As if we didn't have Shadow Garden, the Cult and Necromancer to worry about!" I complained, feeling stressed because of how much work I still have to do despite needing to continue attending school.
"At least the Snow Fox Corporation, which is owned by one of the three former rulers, was a legitimate company, right?" Glen remarked.
"Their rivalry with Mitsugoshi is more concerning than the Major Corporate Alliance actually. I'm convinced they stole some of Mitsugoshi's trade secrets, including chocolate and coffee. Being a company that originated from that damned city, there's no way they're clean." I replied, totally not biased towards Mitsugoshi.
All these stressful paperwork is killing me. I want to see Pooch again. Whenever I see him, my stress and worries goes away. With that in mind, I worked harder so I can finish today's work early and—
*Knock knock*
Oh no…
"Who's there?" Glen asked.
"It's Marco, sir!"
"Come in!" Glen said as the maids open the door for Marco, who's carrying a stack of papers.
"Ehe he…" Marco, who noticed my frustrated expression, didn't say anything and just smiled uneasily. He put the papers on my desk silently and I took a look on one of the papers…
"FUCKING HELL!! WHY IS IT HIM AGAIN!? SCREW YOU DON JON!!!" I shouted angrily while raising a middle finger towards the papers.
"P-Princess! Language!"
"That bitch! Not only chocolates and coffee, she even made whiskey, brandy, vodka and rum before we do! How did they obtain the Shadow Wisdom and figure out about distilled spirits before we do!?" Complained Gamma as she read the newspaper, with news of Snow Fox Corporation's new alcohol products being on the front page of this week's edition. Nu is beside her, assisting her with her work.
"This goes beyond stealing our company secrets. I've checked and re-checked and yet found no breaches in our security. Any thugs attacking our shipments or tried to infiltrate our company buildings, which we have thwarted every time, worked for Garter, not Snow Fox. No members behaved suspiciously either. I can only imagine that they have the same source as…" Nu remarked hesitatingly.
"That's impossible! Lord Shadow wouldn't share his secrets with anyone but us!" Gamma exclaimed.
"What I meant that… they have access to the same source of the Shadow Wisdom as Lord Shadow."
"But who could've…?"
"Only two people comes to mind, Don Jon and Necromancer. The latter is more likely as he is the one who--"
"Don't say it, Nu. Just don't!" Gamma stressfully commanded, not wanting to be reminded of the sight of her beloved Lord Shadow nearly dying from his latest battle against his archnemesis.
"Should we stop the research into distilled spirits?" Nu asked.
"No. We will lose a lot of profit if we allow them to dominate the alcohol market. Even though I dislike it, we have no choice but to be second place this time. At least we should try to make better products than theirs." Gamma answered.
"What if they accuse us of plagiarism?"
"We will simply do what they did when we accused them of the same thing, prove that the claims are false. The so-called antitrust laws will also work in our favour to prevent them from having monopoly over the alcohol market." Gamma remarked, adopting the stance of fighting fire with fire, even if they have to use the law that prevented them from achieving their goal of global economic dominance.
"Very well. I shall inform the production sector to hasten the research into distilled spirits." Nu said.
"Speaking of the production sector, where's Eta?" Gamma asked, hearing next to no report from Eta for weeks now.
"Last time we heard from her she said she is still busy with the Artifact we found in the underground labyrinth underneath the Capital."
"That strange and creepy tome? This is bad. She has become obsessed with something dangerous and is neglecting her duties, hasn't she? Send a report about Eta to Lady Alpha in Alexandria."
"Very well." Confirming her orders, Nu left the room to deliver the messages from Gamma.
"Haaahh… So many problems… So many obstacles. But the burden I carry is nothing compared to the burdens Lord Shadow is carrying. I musn't give up!" Gamma remarked, reminding herself of the purpose of her existence in order to not lose hope.
"Ha ha ha! Skipping classes is great! Less burden and more time for me to do my Shadowbroker acts!" I remarked happily as I once again skipped Goldy-sensei's class. I managed to purchase my new outfit for my next Shadowbroker act. Once again from the Snow Fox Corporation. Seriously, they have everything I ever wanted! Though this time, in order to mask my tracks, I have to buy every piece from different branches under different names. They are expensive but I covered them easily with the money I robbed from the Crimson Tower before vanishing that night.
I could've just invaded the Don Jon Tower as Shadow and rob him of his money but that ain't stylish! To fight against a mafia boss, you need a proper identity. And what better identity than a Super Elite Agent!?
But first, I need to obtain information. That's why I'm going to this Soup Kitchen in the slums of Midgar, which is frequented by not only homeless and poor people but also mercenaries looking to save money by getting free meal. Why a Soup Kitchen you say? Because this Soup Kitchen has the Don Jon name. This Don Jon fellow definitely followed the footsteps of Al Capone, building a Soup Kitchen and giving soup to poor, homeless and unemployed people for free to raise his reputation.
I entered the Soup Kitchen, my eye-catching suit and mask gathered the attention of everyone, especially the mercenaries, wondering who I am. I went to order a soup and sat on a table near a bunch of mercenaries, looking to extract information from them. Hmm… the soup is delicious.
"Oi, Mister. You don't look like the rest of us. Are you sure you should be here?" One of the mercenaries came to me. Looks like he's just a common thug after all. His friends gathered around my table too.
"Yeah. You look like your pocket is full of gold. You shouldn't steal free food from the rest of us poor people!"
"Why don't you share your wealth with the rest of us instead of being such a cheapskate?"
The thugs tried to intimidate me into giving them my money. I continued enjoying my soup while ignoring them.
"Oi! Are you deaf!?" One of the thugs shouted, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword sheathed on his hips. His friends did the same, though some brought out guns instead of swords.
"Hmph. I'll share some of my wealth, in exchange for information." I said to them, which made them laugh.
"Huh!? You think this place is for business!? This place is for charity, mister! And you're not supposed to get anything out of charity!" How boorish. Mistaking robbery as charity. I'll put them in their places.
"Now, you'd better give up your money to us poor people before somebody gets hur—AAAGH!!" one of the thugs tried to threaten me further before his words… and both his hands are cut.
"UAARGHH!!! MY HANDS!!!"
"Oi! What did you do!?" Shouted his friend as he pointed his gun to my head while I continued enjoying my soup.
"You said that this place is charity. Then I shall ask you to donate the information I want." I said. My words enraged them.
"That's it! Just kill him!" Shouted one of them, which prompts the others to unsheathe their weapons and started attacking me, only for their movements to stop.
"Wha… Why can't I move!?"
"What is this!?"
"Huh!? This is… steel threads!?"
"Took you long enough to realize it." I remarked as I finished my soup and stood up. My steel threads bound them in place, not allowing them to move. Not even the gun wielders can move their fingers to pull the triggers of their guns. The rest of the people in the Soup Kitchen, who previously ignored the thugs harassing me, stood up warily. Some even outright ran away from the building.
"Now… will you generously donate your information to me?"
"You're not getting anything out of—AAAAGHH!!!" Screamed one of them, whose hands are sliced apart by my steel threads for being defiant. His friends got the message and becomes less defiant.
"Wh-Who the fuck are you!?" One of the bandits asked fearfully.
"I am… John Smith."
Author's Note:
And so the Super Elite Agent has made his debut!