UNNAMED WEAPON

A magnificent, tallest tower situated in the heart of Brethren city, the silence at the bottom of the tower was deafening when they reached the MDA tower. Strangely, the buildings around were flooded in darkness and only the light from the voluminous moon illuminate the place. No person or cars can be seen passing by even on the public highway.

Laurel and Mort exchanged glances and then nodded to each other. Together, they got out of the car. An eerie breeze gently blows his black cloak and made a sexy mess in his hair. Between his tall, statuesque frame, Mort appears aloof and foreboding. They looked up at the MDA tower. Unexpectedly, only one source of light was on in the whole building. A vein of light threaded through the darkness that lit the rooftop of the tower.

"We can simply tell them that son of a bitch committed suicide at the top of the tower," Laurel suggested in a serious tone, referring to Vladimir as she slowly lowered her gaze from the top down to the bottom of the building, imagining Vladimir's body falls from the tower. She smiled creepily as she pictured on her mind Vladimir's broken limbs, torso, blood splashed, and entrails gruesomely painted on the ground. What an exquisite masterpiece that would be.

"That was intense," Laurel mumbled to herself. Mort stared at her with his head shaking. Her eyes are twitching in excitement. She is grinning from ear to ear like a serial killer who was about to commit murder.

"What are we going to do now that we're here?" Laurel asked Mort with a smile never disappears. The hunk kept his eyes on her who was tying up her short foxy hair and was up for a combat battle.

'Stupid.' said Mort in his mind as he retract his gaze to her and stared coldly at the top of the building. When Laurel didn't get an answer from him, she cast a piercing stare at Mort.

"You can start by climbing that wall," Mort replied in a serious demeanor, unbothered at her dagger looks darted at him. Laurel's eyes widen in disbelief and her hand form into a fist.

"I'm not a goddamn spiderman!" She exclaimed sharply and let out a growl like a hostile stray cat.

"Nobody said that," Mort said, unconcerned at all. He thrust his hands into his pocket and turn his back on her. Laurel rolled her eyes.

"Boss, shall I bring the guns?" The Butler asked who was standing behind them. He is the chauffeur and drives them to the given location.

Mort thought. When he was about to answer, Vladimir's men suddenly appeared in the dark part of the parking lot of the tower. They don't have guns with them that should be pointed at Mort and Laurel. This means Vladimir doesn't want any trouble and his only intention is to make a deal with him.

His eyes were cold as the night and devoid of emotion, Mort just shook his head at Vladimir's confidence and audacity to cross him. 'That cockroach, how can he be sure that I will give him the formula for that weapon?' Mort asked in his mind.

"You can't bring anything inside except what Boss Vladimir asked Mort for." One of Vladimir's men interceded and is familiar with Laurel.

Her eyes deeply narrowed, Laurel stared at the man intently, trying to remember where she saw him. Like a bolt of lightning struck her, Laurel was shocked when she realized who it was.

"You are the twin brother of Vladimir's assistant who was first captured by Klauss." Laurel suddenly mediated and the man shifted his gaze at her, cold and threatening.

The man disliked what he heard from her. Instead of answering, he turned his back on them and start walking. Mort, Laurel, and the Butler followed him. Alert and cautious, the rest of Vladimir's men surrounded them, tailing from behind in distance. Mort radiated a kind of stillness, a dangerous calm. His expression was blank the moment he stepped out of the car, oozing so much power and authority. For the first time, they had come face to face with the beast of the Underground.

Mort is thinking of knocking them all but he wants to know what gave Vladimir the courage to make such a move.

The Vladimir he knew was weak and a coward. The way he moves, Vladimir is different from the man Mort knew. This filthy theft now got the balls to steal his valuable weapon.

Eyebrows creased, Mort frowned and his head started to throb again at the possibility that he was now facing another clone. 'I am gonna fucking lose it this time. I will kill anyone instantly if I confirm he is a clone again. I am so fucking done with this bullshit.' Jaw clenched, Mort said in his mind.

"Shouldn't we use the elevator?"

Laurel asked Vladimir's men when they just passed the elevator. They didn't answer her and they went up the stairs. Her stomach was growling and she had no spare energy to climb the stairs. Laurel fucking feels like she could kill anyone in a minute because of her intense hunger.

'Fuck!' Her heart is starting to beat rapidly. If she doesn't calm herself down she will surely lose her temper and kill everyone she touches.

"Damn." Laurel curses under her breath. Her hands began to tremble. She didn't tremble with fear, but with hunger. Laurel was craving food. If she won't satisfy her fill right now, she couldn't stop herself to go on a rampage and start her killing spree.

"Calm it down a little longer," Mort whispered with a dark smile. Vladimir's men heard him suddenly feel nervous. They noticed Laurel's hands formed into a fist shaking uncontrollably and her darkened face. The men then decided to take the elevator on the 5th floor of the building. They boarded inside and it brings them to the top floor. Laurel breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few minutes, they reached the top of the tower. The elevator ting and opened. When Mort takes a step out of the elevator, they were greeted by another wave of Vladimir's men with a gun pointed at them.

The three of them came out. Mort, Laurel, and the Butler couldn't care less about the guns aiming at them. This scenario isn't new to them. They are very used to always having a gun pointed at them knowing their identities. Calm and cool with their foreheads held high, they faced the numerous guns whose tips had almost touched their skin.

"Don't do unnecessary moves." Another of Vladimir's men courageously threatened them but the three of them didn't utter a word. Laurel wanted to applaud them for their courage to threaten someone like them knowing what kind of people are they. But Laurel gave him a bone-chilling stare and smiled creepily.

They started walking towards a room that door was already open. Even before they entered inside, they heard Mischa's shrilling voice with outrage.

"Hey, Narco! I'm so gonna kill you once I get out of here! I hate you! You fucking traitor!" Nostrils flared, Mischa shouted at Narco while hatefully eyeing the young man sitting comfortably on his chair. If only she was a dragon, she might be spitting fire and burning Narco down to ashes.

Lyric, on the other hand, could not meet his twin brother Leroy's emotionless gaze. Leroy had been silent, sulking and staring brazenly at Lyric.

Leroy knows that Narco and Lyric can't do this to him. He was sitting in a sulk after they didn't include him in their little adventures. Mischa, who openly shows her anger at Narco, couldn't believe what they did to her. She is aware of their loyalty and trusts them whatever their decisions. The only thing annoys her is that Narco and Lyric made a fool of her in the car.

'The audacity to say that vulgarly inside the car, in front of my face. My poor self actually believes that they are just teasing me. Damn!' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco.

Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

'Fuck! I need one week staying in my fucking bathtub!' Klauss completely forgot what Narco and Lyric did to him as the thought of bacteria crawling on his skin made his all hair stand up and brought shivers down his spine. The feeling of gross flooding his mind. A desire to flee rose in his entire system.

Vladimir who was feeling annoyed at Mischa yelling at Narco stood up when Mort, Laurel, and the Butler entered the place.

"I know you'll come." Vladimir smiled widely and motioned his men to give them a chair. Klauss, Mischa, and Leroy looked at Mort who had just arrived. The hunk didn't even bother to throw a single glance at them. Laurel, on the other hand, hands form into a fist, preventing herself not to cause trouble. She was fucking starving. The Butler, who was about to sit down, tried to approach Mischa.

"Don't," Vladimir said in a threatening tone. The Butler frowned, looking back and forth between Vladimir and Mischa.

"I can't let the young Master sit on the floor with her hands and feet tied up." The Butler said politely and gently. Vladimir gave him a serious look.

"You do realize the situation you're in, don't you?" Vladimir bluntly said which stopped the Butler and remain unblinking staring at him.

"But I am their Butler, I have to fulfill my duty." The Butler countered him with the same expression on his face, which is oddly blank.

"Don't," Mort interjected when he noticed that Vladimir was losing patience. The Butler bowed to Mort and obeyed him. He sat in the vacant seat for him on Mort's left side.

Mischa sitting on the dirt whose face lit up when she saw her brother in the place, suddenly lost her anger at Narco. 'I fucking know it!' said joyously in her mind. Laurel's trembling hand, which she was trying to hide, did not escape from Klauss's eyes. 'Looks like someone is going to rampage now.' He whispered to himself.

"I also want to have a Butler like that. The one willing to explode his head for his master." Vladimir crudely insulted while eyeing Mort. Narco flashed a sly smirk.

"How about you hire me?" Narco confidently suggested to which Mort shifted his gaze at him.

The young man can feel his father's cold but scorching look on him but he doesn't dare to meet his eyes. He doesn't want to lose his composure in front of their enemy. Lyric, on the other hand, tries his very best to avoid looking in Mort's direction. Vladimir shrugged his shoulder at what Narco said.

"I will die first before you do," Vladimir replied and look Mort straight in the eye with enough courage.

"Enough with the nonsensical stuff. How about we talk about your unnamed weapon?" Vladimir said looking at Mort. With eyes that appear cold, dead, and flat, the hunk didn't respond to his question.

Arms folded on his broad chest and legs crossed, Mort was just staring at the person in front of him, barely able to meet his penetrating gaze. Vladimir diverted his gaze to the syringe in his hand that contained fluid. Mort's new weapon Vladimir failed to name the undiscovered element.

"This is all that is left of the five weapons you included with the guns and ammunition that you ordered me to deliver to my port." Vladimir audaciously said and smiled.

"So, tell me. What is the formula." Vladimir seconded as Mort uttered no words. The man in front of him is sitting like a robot. Mort stared at him, eyes were cold and emotionless. It gave him an eerie feel. He could see his reflection from those green but dark orbs swallowing him into the abyss. Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes.

Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk.

"What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

"I'm not talking to you," Vladimir said and threw a brazen look at Klauss who just clicked his tongue soundly at him.

"And just in case you ask that too, Mort. I want to show you something to make things more exciting." Vladimir added and leaned his back on the chair.

By then, suddenly, the projector behind Vladimir opened revealing the conversation between Mort and his men who were sent to guard Sumire living abroad. The photos sent by his men flashed on the screen.

"I will kill her if you don't give me what I want." Vladimir grinned threateningly.

Narco was about to mediate them telling Vladimir was incapable of killing Sumire when something is etching in his mind. He wanted to know what Mort would do in this situation. Keeping himself together in the corner, Narco chose to remain silent and enjoyed the scene in front of him.

"You still don't want to believe?" Vladimir asked when he failed to make Mort speak. Vladimir made a video call to one of Mort's men and they answered him right away.

From the screen, they could see what Sumire was doing inside the house. She was sashaying the place, getting a cup of tea, and tying her hair up into a messy ponytail as she munched happily on the cookies while looking at her pictures with Mort saved on her laptop.

Even though Mort doesn't know much about technology, he knows it's all true. It is not fake or edited.

"If you're going to use Sumire, why are we even here?" Lyric who had been silent finally asked. Vladimir burst into laughter.

"Just in case Sumire's life won't be enough in exchange for the formula I want," Vladimir replied with a triumphant grin.

"You're quite smart." Narco complimented and gave him applause. Klauss couldn't believe what Narco said. It was only then he cast an angry glare at Narco.

"What's your decision, Mort?" asked Vladimir with a smug on his face.

Mort glanced at Narco who was also looking at him, waiting for an answer. An excitement what was about to happen glimmered in Narco's golden eyes.

"Wait, I just have a question," Narco interjected again as Vladimir looked at him, frowning.

"Is the person holding his phone no longer Mort's men? I mean, are they your henchmen now?" Narco asked as Vladimir frowned.

"Those are not Mort's henchmen but mine. Well, it's just borrowed one from Mort's men who's been dead for a long time." Vladimir answered and smirked. Narco's eyes widen acting as if surprised at what he heard.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Said Narco as Mischa looked at him, eyes filled with rage and hate.

"Ah, then you don't have a problem anymore. You only just get the formula from Mort." Narco added to which Vladimir nodded.

"For the last time. Give me the formula. And don't do anything that will harm Sumire. If something bad happens to me here, your lovely woman who's living abroad will die an undesirable death. You don't want to marry her corpse, do you?" Vladimir threatened the hunk again with a smile. Mort's face was impassive, giving away no hint of what he was feeling inside.

"Give me paper and pen." Cool, collected, and in control, Mort ordered. Vladimir motioned quickly to his hooligan to give Mort what he wanted.

"Do it quickly."