>>That building is too luxurious for its good<< Aiden thought to himself as he looked at the MSP. Idiots would think MSP was a simple hotel just because of that building, when they do more than something as simple as a hotel business. Mass Special Production, the name of the company which already tells what it does. wea
The company that sells all the gadgets and weapons across the world. There is nothing they don't sell if it's weapon-related. Outdated weapons become common items that people less rich than them can buy, and if those get outdated, they are simple trash that is broken or thrown away, which the poor steal to their benefit and die from misusing them.
He walked to the door where two guards stood. They had collars around their neck that were illuminating a purple light. >>Beastman, it seems…guess the lobbying paid off<< Aiden remembers last year's campaign for the legalization of slavery. While it was already legal to say, it was a hassle to deal with and the slaves could always do something.
The campaign helped the legalization of owning the war enemies who were brought alive by orders and owning them, controlling them with newer technology, or using them for experiments to solve things that will benefit humanity, or products to sell more toxins to the masses without killing them fast.
The building was installed with countless barrier badges, each worth thousands of credits. >>I'm sure I saw some of them being used by the military<<. He had an expressionless face and walked to the entrance of the building. The two tall men stopped him in his tracks like him, they showed no expression. "I came as I have a meeting with your boss, it is regarding a case, I assume you were informed? My name is Aiden Fate." He smiled at them as he said it.
They took a look at each other before stepping to the side, allowing Aiden to enter the building. Aiden thanked them, and he entered the building, with the inside more extravagant than the outside. If the outside was installed with thousands of credits worth of barriers, the inside might be worth tens of thousands of credits. Gold wrapped around the furniture, showing off, but in them are the small badges all ready to be used as a shield if needed.
A girl came; she also wore a collar around her neck. Her skin was fairly white with long ears that were spiked slightly at their end. She had short white hair but pupils that were like those of a gem in an obsidian color. >>An Elf<< A rare species as they would hide themselves better than most with those gem-like eyes, they are sought after by everyone who collects exotic eyes.
"I shall lead you to Mr. Rimerd, detective." She spoke in a monotonous voice. There was no life behind those words; she seemed broken. Her eyes, as pretty as they were, didn't hold the spirit of life. She resembled more of a doll than a living individual, as a robot felt more alive than her.
"Lead the way then." Aiden didn't care if she was broken or how she felt. They were all owned by Rimerd, their owner, so he had no right to meddle in, and there was nothing for him to gain from it. They entered the elevator, and the elf pressed the highest floor. The elevator was quite slow, it felt weird to say the least, as Aiden could easily feel its movement and tell its location overall.
"Quite the slow elevator, I thought, for a rich man, he would have a faster one," Aiden remarked, trying to stir up a conversation. >>I had thoughts all elves have died 10 years ago, but seeing now one alive standing in front of me…<< There were some emotions in Aiden that he couldn't explain. He had long thought he had buried them, except letting a few out that would make him seem "angry" or a "Tolerable boss," that's what he thought at least.
Emotions were complicated, too complicated, even if he tried showing them, it never felt like he did it the right way. The elevator would stop, and the door would open. The woman stood there with her arms crossed, looking simply at the ground. Aiden stepped out of the elevator, hearing a faint "have a nice day" coming out of the woman's mouth. He turned around to look at her one last time. She stared still down, but her eyes had that deep purple color that reflected the artificial light of the elevator, making even her skin practically sparkle.
"You too have a nice day." It was insulting to say a slave should have a nice day when they don't have any freedom. He walked to the door, hearing the silent bell sound of the elevator closing. No one stood at the door, and there wasn't a single guard, which made him cautious as he looked at his surroundings. He couldn't see anything suspicious, nor were his senses screaming that something was going to happen.
He knocked on the door and waited for a moment. The sound was being absorbed as the door was quite thick with a layer of gold on it, making it have a thick sound coming from his knocking. The door would open seemingly on its own, and Aiden would see the owner of the company, the largest political figure in the world, Takimi Rimerd.
Aiden was shocked; the shock wasn't that he met such a powerful figure, but rather how he looked. He wasn't like the other rich people; his skin had wrinkles, and there were obvious scars. A mechanical left arm, hair that, while tidy, was gray, and clothes that seemed too simple to be his actual clothes.
>>That isn't Takimi Rimerd<< That was the first thought that went through Aiden's mind. The pictures that he had seen of the man while doing research didn't fit with the old man who was standing in front of him. He looked poorer than rich. Aiden thought about how he should react, arrogant or polite, giving a greeting to that person who supposedly should be Takimi Rimerd.
"I greet you, sir. I assume you are Mr. Rimerd?" Greetings, that made the most sense. What use is making an enemy with someone who could stand inside the office of Takimi Rimerd? He must be someone powerful too if he could be in here, or he is just an assassin, and Aiden will die at this moment, but that was nothing short but paranoia speaking.
The man stared down at him, his mouth changed, forming a smile on his face. "That is right, I'm Takimi Rimerd, it was amusing seeing how you were working your brain through whether you should be polite or not. It is nice to see that you acted rationally, or well, that was to be expected." The feeling that Takimi gave off was something else. He seems to wear no mask at the moment. He seemed friendly for their first meeting, which felt weird as he should be aware already that his daughter had been murdered.
"It would be unprofessional of me if I acted differently, wouldn't it be?" Aiden tried to sweep it under the carpet and just get to the main point for why he was here. "I assume you are already aware of what I will report, Mr. Rimerd, as someone as powerful as you wouldn't remain oblivious to the harsh truth that I regretfully have to report," Aiden made an expression of sorrow with a tone showing that he felt sorry for him.
"Stop the pitiful act," Rimerd let out a laugh. It felt different. There were many emotions on his face. Sorrow, hatred, regret, and more were all expressed on his face. It wasn't an act but genuine emotions. How could he feel so many at the same time? Were they truly this intense in his body?
"Then may I know what you will request, Mr. Rimerd?" Aiden showed no expression, like a statue, staring at him. Reading his expression felt both easy, but it also felt complicated. There was no way that he could fully grasp the feelings that Rimerd was feeling in the moment. They felt alien-like, he felt emotions that needed extreme chemical reactions, and no human could feel so many simultaneously and for so long.
"What can a rich man like me want…except to commission you, detective, to find the culprit of the murder of my child?" He opened his drawer and pulled out some documents. Showing his age with the usage of paper. The papers were bound together, and he threw them to Aiden, who caught them while in the air. He opened the files, and they held information regarding a cult…the same cult that Friedrich had mentioned, Abandoned Blood. >>It is them again<<.
The words of Friedrich came to the mind of Aiden; he couldn't tell if it was a cruel joke or deliberate planning. The line was as thin as it could be, and even the location was the same, München. That was the city he had to travel to. He would need to travel by train if he wants to reach the city.
"I'm not sure if I'm the right one for this." He tried to dodge the commission, while risky, it was still something he should do as this was proving to be a bigger problem than he had thought. He gave him no smile, there was no need to try and act when the person in front didn't want to keep etiquette. He turned his back to walk out of the room.
"A certain person did tell me, however, that you were the best for it, and it is someone you know quite well." He spoke mockingly, even snickering slightly. Aiden stopped right as his hand reached the doorknob. He turned his head to Rimerd. "And who would that be?" No hint of curiosity was behind that stoic of his voice.
"Friedrich Schwarz, or that's how he calls himself. An interesting fellow, if I may say." He walked to the bookshelf that was to the left of his. There was a small cabinet placed in the middle of the bookshelf, standing out as its colors contrasted with its surroundings. The inside looked as if it might seem 'old' to say the least. Wood that was in a dark shade of color, a red carpet on the ground, with the ceiling being creamish, with a small chandelier having been montaged on it. The cabinet was in very light brown, which was why it stood out so from everything else.
Rimerd opened the cabinet and pulled something out, that something turned out to be a bottle of alcohol. The bottle was labeled as Prinz[1], he name of the alcohol, but one that Aiden saw for the first time. He had never heard of that alcohol before, and especially never seen it being served in any bar.
"He was also the one who provided me with this information. He came to me a day before our meeting was set. A good informant, if I may say, he also said that the place may have changed, but he would tell you when it comes to him." He grabbed a wine glass out of the cabinet and closed it.
Rimerd stared at Aiden. "Are you going to change your mind?" he put the glass on his table and opened the bottle. He poured the glass full to the top, putting the bottle on his table, slamming it, and causing some of its content to spill on Rimerd's table. He held the glass, swinging it, practically making most of its alcohol spill down. Aiden stared at the bizarre nature of the entire situation.
Information just flew out, and he didn't know how he should react. He wanted to react, the emotions were intense enough to do so, but he just didn't know how he could rationally react to all the things. "Not much of a drinker? I thought you liked alcohol, as he said you often drink in your office, not that professional, but hey, I can understand you. I also like doing that, feels quite exciting, doesn't it?" he grinned towards Aiden.
"How are you showing so many emotions…so naturally?" It felt like who he was facing wasn't even human. All these humans, all these complex feelings seem to come out of the man so fast and naturally. The way he acted was sloppy, spilling alcohol and acting all rude when the situation wasn't one where someone would act this way.
"Hm?" He simply said. He looked at Aiden and chugged the glass that he had offered to Aiden. He wasn't going to drink it, so Rimerd drank it. He let go of the glass, and it didn't break, but it made a loud sound. "If you wish to know, you will have to take on the commission detective if you still refuse it…Well, I assume you were wishing to meet with your superiors, right? I heard you quite enjoy all the paperwork we have you do."
Aiden's gaze went down to the glass before it went back to Rimerd. "I shall depart the day after tomorrow". Aiden left Rimerd behind. The old man was silent for a few seconds before laughing like a madman. He walked to the giant window that gave him a view of the city. Filled with colorful light, buildings all stretching high into the sky, and densely packed together. Like bees in their hives, they were all densely together, but all buildings put together, the space was just used to its fullest potential.
"They will pay for what they did to you, my daughter.r" The man took out a pill wrapped in tissue from his pocket. The pill was small and had an X engraved on it. He swallowed the pill without water and let out a refreshed breath.
[1] Prinz is an Austrian alcohol brand.