Ray's blue eyes lit up when the idea came to his head, the effects of so much of the intelligence stat was amazing, not to mention his IQ was already not low from the start.
He stared at the TV screen for a couple more minutes and waited till they had the segment where government officials talked about the changes that came with the Dark Aristocrat and his Rulers.
On that segment of the news, they usually gave a phone number one could use to contact the government in the case of any possible scenario, when the number finally came on screen, Ray picked up his phone and typed it out as fast as he could.
He tapped the dial button and waited for the other side to pick up the phone; the wait was short, but for Ray who had his life on the line, this felt like an eternity. When the call was finally accepted, he received news that could give him a heart attack.
"Hello, this is the United States Supernatural's Organisation. Wait ten minutes for your call to be replied to,"
Ray's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he exasperated lifted his arms in frustration. If a two-minute wait felt so long, then with a ten-minute he might as well have turned into a skeleton before the wait was even over.
He was sorely wrong though. The wait was very speedy in fact, it hardly felt like a single minute had gone by.
"Hello sir, I am Kaylee a receptionist of the USSO. How may I help you?" The voice of a young woman answered with a smiling tone to it.
When Ray realized that his call had been answered, he jumped for joy for a few minutes and then tried to compose himself for a few minutes, leaving the poor receptionist confused.
"Cough, I am Ray Kelly, or as the public calls me 'God Heat Seeker' and 'Machine Lord'. I have called to seek cooperation between myself and the dash."
At first, Kaylee felt unconvinced and thought that maybe it was another one of the spam calls she had received from just today alone, but as she searched the number up on the citizen database, it turned out that it really was God Heat Seeker that she was speaking too.
"Oh my gosh, I'm a big fan of yours!" She replied enthusiastically, you could even hear the excitement dripping from her voice through the phone.
'Eh?'
Hearing that he had fans, Ray was unbelievably shocked but immediately waved the shock away.
'It's only natural, after all, with my good looks, intelligence, and impressive abilities, why wouldn't I have fans!'
If anyone could hear his thoughts right now, they would think that this 'genius' was either unbelievably dumb or just plain naïve, obviously, the receptionist was trying to give a good impression by flattering him!
"Oh, that's nice to hear, but if you don't mind, I still have more important businesses to attend to."
He put on an 'I don't care' demeanor and told the receptionist the reason he was calling.
"Hmm, you must be calling for something of utmost importance, I'll transfer you over to the deputy head right immediately, wouldn't want to delay you."
At that last statement, Ray inwardly snorted.
'Yeah, you wouldn't, otherwise, you'd be in for a world full of hurt!'
Ray waited for a second or two until he was finally transferred over to the deputy head of the USSO. The voice of a gruff man spoke over the line, initiating Ray's first transaction with the national government.
"Hello. Is it God Heat Seeker I am speaking to?"
"Yes, it is I." Ray had silently finished brushing up on his voice acting skills and answered with a slightly imperious tone.
"How may I help you, sir?" The deputy head continued humbly and made sure he didn't say anything rash.
"..."
At first, he was answered by silence, making him feel like he had done something wrong, but Ray Kelly's next question proved him wrong.
"Does the USSO want anyone dead?"
The question was strange and abrupt. The deputy head could choose not to answer this question, but remembered all the people they had put on their Death List, the deputy head chose to probe for more before answering the question.
"And what does that have to do with your transaction, sir?" He of course didn't forget to add a 'Sir' to avoid coming off as disrespectful.
"Stop your pitiful attempt at probing! Now, I ask again. Does the USSO want anyone dead?"
Ray's voice boomed through the phone and rang in the man's head like a giant prayer bell. The man suddenly dropped the phone and placed both hands on his hand, this went on for about five minutes before he placed the phone to his hear again.
"Sorry for that, Sir. Yes, we have quite a few people we need to kill."
"Tell someone to send the details to my email, which I assume your spying has given you already?"
The deputy head had no idea how to respond to that, so he didn't bother to and just ordered a subordinate to send the details to the email they had come across days ago.
"Is there anything else you need, sir?"
"Yes, make sure the list only has the high leveled people, C rank and above. I have no reason to look at the profiles of D to F ranked fugitives."
The deputy head modified his request again and told the subordinates what the Machine Lord wanted.
"Anything else?"
He knew there might not be anything else, but in order to sound respectful and amiable, he had to keep behaving like that.
"Just one more thing. Get me any form of DNA gotten from the targets, hair or spit will suffice."
The deputy head felt himself gaining a headache from this last request, but for the sake of looking desirable to work with, he agreed to this almost impossible request.
"Yes sir, I'll see to it that you get what you've requested."
Ray made sure to add a line in once he noticed he was running out of time.
"Make it speedy, I want the DNA samples here in one hour tops!"
And with that, he cut off the phone.
The deputy head didn't know what Ray Kelly needed these items for, but it wasn't a good idea to offend someone who could nuke an entire control with a wave of his palm, literally at the wave of his palm!
'Thank goodness I know how to act.'
. . .
Now all Ray had to do was wait for the result of his acting skills to show.
. . .
Meanwhile, the two who thought they succeeded in their voice acting, didn't realize that all they succeeded in doing was fooling themselves.