บททั้งหมดของ The Liberal Assassin: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Loud rapping on the desk jolted me back to the present. Just when I was getting to the good part too! Biting back an exasperated sigh, I looked up. The lady with dark hair, thick-rimmed glasses and a much-wrinkled face with a grumpy expression scowled. I grinned in return at the familiar face."Hello, Mrs Peterman! How are you doing?" I gave her one of my thousand-watt

Particle cavities! Pyros was already gone when I looked out the window. The Night Walker had better start running… Glancing at the time, I lamented how it was already nine.Scrambling around my room while shedding the layers of clothes, I tried to recall where I hid my custom-made suit. Last time, I had to chuck it somewhere when Alastair barged in without warni

My numb fingertips were sorry reminders of last night's personal hell. I had no time for even a small bathroom break while typing endlessly throughout the night. Despite the tortuous hours spent on digging up dirt from the massive information mountain, Cain had been extremely helpful and I got what I needed in no time. Unfortunately, that didn't make the process any shorter. Sitting in a cosy corner on my favourite chair, I severely underestimated the power of luxury. Fighting fatigue and heavy eyelids, I pinched my cheeks only to wince at the sharp pain. When the distraction didn't work, I took it up a notch and threw in a few slaps. Not wanting to sleep the day away, I struggled to focus on the book in my lap. Instead of devouring the information like usual, my eyes simply glazed over the squiggles and my mind registered none of it. Blinking once and then twice, focussing became impossible and the image before me turned blurry. A yawn was coming and I regretted the decision to supp

I turned around and a middle-aged man was looking at me. "Um… I'm supposed to go to a certain place but I'm already lost." For a moment I was tense. Nobody would believe me when I seem so suspicious and out of place. Instead of grilling me for answers, the middle-aged man broke into a wide grin and slapped me hard across the back, causing me to stumble forward. "I see how it is! You're new, aren't you? Don't worry about it. My name is Shanks, we have a lot of newbies here but you're one of the youngest I have seen. So, where are you heading?" Unable to believe my luck, I stuttered the cryonics. Shanks raised an eyebrow and my heart died a little. "That's odd. The cryonics can only be accessed by one person. Are you sure you're looking for the cryonics?" I nodded, trying to keep the panic at bay. "I'm not sure exactly what Mr Satchel wants but he told me to head to the cryonics. I have the acce

The pitter-patter of footsteps outside my door was an inadequate warning for a deafening slam against my door so early in the morning. It was as if someone had run at full speed only to go splat.Jolting out of bed with a blade in hand and bleary eyes from my half-asleep state, I prepared for an attack that never came. Nash would be proud of me if he knew how well-trained I'd become. The knocking sound persisted and immediately my mind narrowed down to the few people who had the tenacity to request my attention at this ungodly hour. "Open the door!" a keening whine grated on my nerves. That was definitely zeroing my options to one very noisy Alastair Campbell. Another set of knocking had me stumbling for my pants while finding a safe place to hide my Night Walker related equipment. "Cool your jets and let me find my pants!" The pounding on my door ceased long enough for me to contemplate ignoring the idiot outside