Zavry washed the dishes calmly as he managed to keep his emotions in check. Rune had been laughing for hours now, repeatedly bringing up his earlier warning and Zavry's reply.
'You need to stop laughing. This is not funny,' Zavry finally spoke to Rune, unable to stay silent any longer.
'I'm sorry, sir. You paid for the service not the food…' Rune laughed before adding, "Bro, you needed to see the look on your face…the abrupt shock." He laughed again, and Zavry remained silent. At this point, he knew any word he spoke might be used against him by Rune.
As if that wasn't enough, a door rose up, and Zavry's eyes shifted, finally noticing the large door opening.
Why would they open a door this big? Zavren wondered as his gaze moved to the man who entered, not alone, but pushing a wheelbarrow piled high with dirty plates.
'What the fuck…' Zavry stared at it. These couldn't be recent plates. He was certain they were probably over a week old. The man placed them down and eyed Zavry up and down before turning to the woman who came in behind him.
"This is the man you allowed to order food?" he asked.
"Yes, boss. But he had paid for the service fee," she replied, bowing slightly.
The man looked at Zavry disapprovingly, while the boy just continued his meal like he had no care in the world.
"I always told you…watch the outfit first. Just look at the person you allowed to sit at that seat of ours and eat, that seat would need to be thoroughly cleaned " The man spokenwith displeasure.
Enjoy your last breath, Zavry said to himself. His lips curled ever so slightly, so faintly that it didn't even show on his face. His expression gave nothing away. As the door closed and the lady stepped out, the man turned and spoke again.
"Wash all these dishes. When you're done, mop the kitchen, and then you can finally leave… Once this is all done, you can leave here."
Zavry gave a light nod as the door calmly closed behind him. As it did, Rune spoke.
"Bro, stop whatever you're planning. You know how this country is. The advanced technology and everything..they'd find out who killed that man in less than a day, I know you are thinking of something sinister" Rune said sternly, sensing that Zavry might do something rash.
'I don't care,' Zavry replied coldly.
'You wouldn't want to spend your life behind bars,' Rune warned, as Zavry gently lowered the first plate he had washed. The room was perfectly lit, and he turned, now staring at the massive stack. His gaze moved from plate to plate, almost calculating how many hours it would take to finish.
"Prison, huh? I don't mind having a free home."
His eyes slowly shifted to the ceiling corner of the wall. His lips moved as he mouthed something to himself.
He picked up a fork he had already washed, flinging it smoothly through the air. It hit a CCTV camera with clean precision, landing right on the mouth.
"There are lots of advantages. Free food, a home… and I haven't even mentioned that my mission will be easier ," he said slyly, flinging another fork behind him as his eyes moved lazily to the tap. The other fork flew to another CCTV, the crack echoing lightly through the kitchen.
'Let's get this over with,' he muttered, folding his sleeves up. His arms now came into view, and his blue eyes dimmed lifelessly. In a swift, unnatural movement, he grabbed a plate and began washing.
"I had thought you'd forgotten about your powers," Rune said, mildly impressed by Zavry's behavior, he then added.
'I must say, you did well. At least your smartness is temporary compared to your dumbness, Rune mocked.
Zavry ignored him. His hands moved quickly, yet cleanly and smartly. Within minutes, the place sparkled—everything was in order, He walked calmly to their door. Zavry stepped out, grabbed a towel, and wiped his hands.
He walked swiftly, heading upstairs.
'Let's go…where are you going this time? You need to inform me before making decisions like this so I can help you! You need to stop this,' Rune urged, but Zavry remained silent.
He walked up the small staircase until they reached a hallway. The lights turned on automatically as he passed. As they walked, they passed several doors, and Zavry's footsteps were so light that, if not for the automatic lights, no one would have known someone was there.
'Why would there be a place like this inside a harmless restaurant?' Rune asked, curious. He didn't know where Zavry was headed and he said that because this man never been r just did things except it required…
Finally, they reached the far end of the hallway. Zavry pushed the door open.
To Rune's surprise, they were now inside the CCTV room.
'Why are we here?' Rune asked surprisingly, as Zavry's eyes landed on the sleeping, overweight guard whose body was almost slipping out of his chair.
'We're here to clear any sign of evidence,' Zavry replied calmly as he walked further into the room.
He moved swiftly to the computer and began typing. The sound of the keys echoed in the room. His tall frame was slightly hunched over as he typed. His eyes moved lazily across the screen, so slowly that no one would believe he was the one typing so fast.
Finally, everything was ready—all he needed to do was press the ENTER key to wipe everything that happened in the kitchen.
Just as his finger moved, a hand gripped his wrist. The guard was awake.
"You… what do you think you're doing?" the guard growled, tightening his grip on Zavry's wrist.
Zavry's expression remained calm. His eyes flickered between the man's hand and the keyboard. With his other hand, Zavry quickly seized the guard's fist and twisted it sharply.
CRACK.
A loud sound broke through the air, followed by the guard's groan of pain. His face twisted in agony. His hand went numb as it slumped, unable to function.
Zavry's lips curled.
The man's eyes widened in shock. "You fucking, useless bastard…you broke my ar—"
His words were cut short as his eyes locked onto Zavry's blazing stare. Then he heard a voice—inside his head.
"How about you do me the honor and press the key?" Zavry's cold, deadly voice echoed like a warning bell in his mind.
Before the man could process it, Zavry grabbed his hand and slammed it against his face.
His eyes widened as blood dripped from his lip. Zavry had punched the man's face using the man's own hand.
The man's head jerked back from the force, then fell forward—landing right on the keyboard and pressing the ENTER key.
Zavry's lips finally stretched into a wide smile.
"Now this is what I call cooperation."