Author note: Minor content warning's
His grip tightened, wrapping around the Awakened's neck, like a serpent squeezing its prey.
June's eyes, if not covered by the demon-like mask that he's wearing, reflected an eerie glare that would send a shiver down the Awakened spine. It wasn't because of the anger or hatred present within his sight, but rather the lack thereof.
After years of taking on tasks like this, in the Black Market, June has found it easy to hide his emotion, with people often referring to him as someone who's 'aloof'. Though often, it is with the help of his dormant ability.
The location where Barga stayed was a clever choice for someone who was participating in the vile acts committed by the Pandavar. The remoteness of the location allowed him, and whatever he does, to stay away from public light. This made it easy to slip in and out of sight while still staying in Bastion.
However, there's one key weakness to this approach. June himself knows all too well, something he had realized over his years as an executive for the Black Market.
June let out a sigh as he felt the neck muscles of Awakened Barga twitching under his palm. His hands shake frantically at Corsair's wrist, pathetically trying to shake it off. The Pandavar scout was attempting to say something, or more likely, scream for help.
"Don't even bother, no one's here, and no one would help someone like you."
Because of the remote location, if you get ambushed there… Very few people would hear you.
Sneaking up on Barga was quite simple. After all, June didn't have to be worried about other potential Pandavar members hiding within the building and ambushing him the moment he stepped in. The moment Barga looked around before entering, gave it away that no one else was in here, besides a few members of staff that June had incapacitated.
Which meant that, for the time being, no one would hear Barag's cry for help.
A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked around the room.
This room, looks almost identical to the one next to it. There was a desk next to the right wall of the room, directly opposing the bed, and a medium-sized wooden antique shelf at the back, next to the restroom door. The only difference is that the shelf here has actual books on it, while the other is empty.
'Must be the books that the pub shopkeeper was asking about.'
June could feel his breath getting slightly heavier; he wanted to tear and ripped out the Awakened trachea, right here and now. The memories of the Pandavar's atrocities were still fresh within his mind.
'No, this is not the time for that yet.'
Noticing the cheek muscles on Barga's face curving up slightly, while the hand on his wrist tightened, causes June to snap out of his thoughts.
The Awakened hip lifted up from the cracked wooden floor, his legs reaching towards June's right shoulder.
'An arm bar attempt?'
In an instant, June moved his left hand towards his right, breaking off the grip that Barga had just established.
"That was a nice attempt to escape from you there."
His grip tightened once more, as he stood up and lifted Barga's from the ground. Quickly summoning a dagger memory on the table next to him, then smashed the Pandavar's head on the handle, knocking the man unconscious.
"Fuck, I accidentally used too much force, he's out."
He removed his mask as his dominant hand let go of the Awakened, dropping the man down onto the floor. June let out a deep breath before dematerializing the dagger on the table, summoning a storage memory in its place.
The memory is one of June's very few transcendent memories, called [Vault of Yggsithar]. He had received this particular memory as a reward after completing an unsanctioned Death Zone expedition.
Taking out a stainless steel flask from it and placing it onto his lips, as he looked down at the unconscious Barga.
"I suppose the interrogation part would come later, when you wake up."
Without wasting precious seconds anymore, he placed the flask back, and took out a large human size leather sack and a rope from the storage memory.
Silently and with mechanical precision, he tied up the unconscious body of Barga and placed him within the sack.
He looked over on the table to check if there were any useful pieces of papers or notes that Barga might have left. Looking over all the papers and handwritten notes, June couldn't find anything incriminating or clues. Barga either hasn't written it down or kept it somewhere else.
June scratched his ear as he looked over to the leather sack, now having a humanoid shape.
'It seemed like you weren't a total amateur after all.'
The bed was empty as well, and there wasn't any sign of communication memories within this room either. Considering how if Barga, had a communication memory with him, he would have summoned it, when he realized that he was being followed. The walls here aren't exactly soundproof, as they were made out of wood, which meant June had heard what he said a moment ago; judging from the tone, he was most likely about to lie down on his bed.
'So he wasn't planning to talk to anybody within the motel or this room. Which means that he was about to meet up with someone else later?'
Realizing that he can catch two birds with one stone, or whatever the phrase his grandfather had told him was, a sudden glimmer could be seen, shining from his frosty eyes.
'Good, the other guy would probably have more useful information than Barga.'
June let out a sigh of relief, considering how he had a late start for this job, catching the other person would mean an even greater head start, or evening things out.
'Especially with the big names taking on this assassination mission. Wait, can it really be considered an assassination mission if it's involved, taking out the whole clan?'
He shakes his head for a second before his eyes gravitate to the back of the room. That wooden antique bookshelf is something that caught his attention ever since he saw it.
Reading different types of novels, was a kind… his guilty pleasure to pass the time. Though he never admitted this to anyone, of course, the image of him reading a fantasy book would ruin people's image of him!
"Let's see what books you've written."
June whispered to himself as he walked over to the shelf. His hand reached over to grab the first book that caught his attention. It was titled 'Escape from the Hook', with a bright red cover.
Flipping over a few pages, June immediately tears it apart.
He then grabbed another one, flipped over a few pages, and then once again ripped it to shreds. Again and again, June would pick up a new novel, before completely mangling it in a fit of rage.
Each one of these books— was a retelling of each one of the atrocities against mankind, that the Pandavar had committed.
'How… vile.'
The first book that he had ripped apart was from the perspective of a woman trying to escape from her kidnappers, eventually failing and being experimented on. Mirroring what the Pandavar clan actually did, to an untold number of people.
June's eyes drifted towards the sack once again, his glare now full of venomous intent.
This sadistic bastard…. Have been watching live illegal human experimentations, torture and turning it into 'books' for him to read and enjoy.