Non Ducor, Duco 〈 Mikayuu 〉

❌10-Uninteresting❌

I held a genuine disinterest for my jobs. For the company I worked for- because I did not get paid. For my illegal jobs- because I don't want to die or get found out. I knew I was damned to being caught at some point. Just... Avoided it.

I felt my life could be far more interesting than it was.

Which I found hilarious. Considering I was a wanted criminal in the black market.

"Another night, another payment. What's tonight?" I asked with a sigh, stretching on the couch.

"Homicide!" Cynthia cheered.

"Don't be happy about murder." I snapped, moving my foot in the air in a swinging motion. Cecil was blowing my phone up with texts, in which I deliberately ignored. I would give him the excuse of 'sorry, I fell asleep'. Don't get me wrong, I adore speaking with him. But I needed to work. This was the source of income I thrived off of.
"How many people, who, why, and where." I ordered, standing from the couch, heading off to squeeze myself into a spandex suit.

"Three, two men and a woman, one got into the deep web and the other two kidnapped... An asset to the black market, to put it simply. They should be at a hotel in central. I'll send the address. Take the hostage." She explained. I sighed. Three people in closed spaces. Should be easy.
"Tell them to leave me a pistol with three rounds in the bushes." I commanded, tugging on my boots.

"Aye aye, captain!"

I stared with great distain at my sniper rifle.
You won't get to see action today, buddy. Sorry. I took the night vision goggles, heading out of my apartment and to the job location, making sure no one saw me. Cynthia gathered the information and response from my Email in enough time to shut off the security cameras for me.

The cheapest pistol in the world was what I was greeted by. It would have to do, I decided as I picked it up and counted the rounds inside. Three. I entered the lobby once the desk receptionist was distracted. I slipped by unnoticed, surprisingly.

I never questioned how no one's caught me even when I'm blatantly obvious, grateful for the chances.

Room seven hundred and one stared at me as I knocked on the door gently. There was whispering on the other side, a lock turning. From that I calculated the location of all three. Toss in the hostage. The door timidly opened. I cocked the gun, cracking my neck.
"Hi." I waved, pointing the gun to the shocked man's head. I pulled the trigger. Found the other man, aimed, fired. Rinse and repeat.  I got the woman in the side of the head, laying the gun by her dominant hand. I had Cynthia gather her information prior to entering the hotel. The hostage was a woman sitting on the bed, not looking phased in the slightest.
"They sure had their fun. Even got the Beast to come and rescue me." She muttered. I shook my head.
"At least have some gratitude for me."
"Thank you." It was forced. I sighed.

"I'll take it." The two of us left through an employee's route. She left once we were in the clear without a farewell.
"That was surprisingly easy, Hyacinth. What's the catch?" I cautiously asked.

"There isn't one. That woman gets captured a lot for her status. Those three just happened to hear about her and got interested." She said blandly.
"Humph. I was hoping for excitement."

"I'll try and make it better for tomorrow."

"Thank you."

"Sorry, Cecil! I fell asleep." I apologized furiously, tweaking a feature on my night vision goggles boredly as I called him.
"Oh, it's fine. I was just working and decided to procrastinate."

"This late?" I asked, appalled. He laughed, hearing it in my voice.
"Yeah. My job's not as cheery as the media likes to depict it as. It's really hard." He said in a light voice, but it was strained.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, growing suspicious.

"No, I'm fine." He insisted.

I was unconvinced.

"Wanna go out on Saturday?" He suddenly asked.

"Sure." I said before I thought about it properly.

Shit. My work.

Well, that's the mystery of why I haven't dated anyone recently, now solved. I was too busy working.

"I've got you covered, Mika." Cynthia said, volume lowered so Cecil wouldn't hear.

"Alright. I'll get you at seven. It's a date." He said with the usual enthusiasm. I found myself laughing.

"It's a date."

I am apparently what people call a 'workaholic'. I only do it to survive comfortably. Even then, I eat Kid Cuisine on most Thursday's because I don't have enough time to actually cook. I tried a long time ago. Didn't work out. Cynthia tries to convince me that cooking my own meals is better for me. But I get my daily necessities. Even if they were previously frozen.

I once again found myself thinking about Yuichiro. He was really strange, but I couldn't really describe it. Maybe it was his constant need of my help? Maybe. Not completely sure. Something was off about him that I couldn't quite place.

Damn, I've got nothing.

I said goodbye to Cecil, showered, and retired to bed, exhausted from the "action" of the day.

"Another day another dollar." Cynthia joked.

"Ha. As if I'd get a dollar from that bastard." I laughed at the obscurity of the mere thought of receiving a single cent from my boss.

"It's a metaphor, Mikaela. Do not mention that book." She ordered. I chuckled, rolling onto my back.

"I wasn't gonna." I said, shifting my legs beneath the sheets.

"I know you were. It was bound to happen." She insisted.

"But it didn't. See, how surprising."

"Go to sleep."

"You go to sleep, Cynthia."

"I am physically incapable of sleeping." She stated.

"You know what I meant."

She laughed.

"I know. Good night, Mikaela."

"Good night, Cynthia."