As Moros slept soundly in his way too soft and expensive bed, a discussion was currently going on in the darkest corners of the prison.
The agent, who had arrested Moros was currently handing over a suitcase to a stern, looking middle-aged man wearing a business suit. He was 40 years-of age, scars covered his body and an air of criminal energy surrounded him─which made him perfect for his job as a director of this secret prison.
The beautiful agent however, gave her boss a quick smile before throwing off her black clothes into the furthest corner. Now dressed in a very appropriate bikini that left little to the imagination, she lay down on the floor and began to practise her best sunbathing pose.
"Do you not think your current attire fits in this word place environment?," the boss asked casually, clearly more interested in the briefcase that was handed to him.
The entire office was dressed in dark colours, from black furniture, a stylish brown couch and all sorts of other decorations to a tall wardrobe made from an extinct monster species.
There was also a shelf filled to the brim with all sorts of different, expensive alcohol beverages, so costly that each drop of alcohol could feed a family for a five for a month at least.
Sitting atop a stool, resembling a throne made of iron, he carefully grasped the object given to him.
With a swift movement he opened it up and removed a large folder filled with papers. With great interest he looked at each one, studying them with great concentration.
"I did not have any holidays for the entire year, do not ruin it for me. I will have my vacation in 5 minutes, when my shift ends."
She laid down on the soft, velvet carpet, living her very best life.
The middle-aged man did not pay any attention to the antics of his employee, this had not been the first time for her to dress in similar fashion… and he was happily married.
As a good boss he also knew that everybody had different ways to blow off steam. She liked to chill in the sun, in her bikini and he liked to stare at the skulls of the misbehaving prisoners that he collected in his nightstand.
As long as everybody did their job there was nothing to complain about. Though he still needed some info from her, so she could not fully relax just yet.
Not even lifting his eyes from the paper he shot her a question.
"What is the status of the operation 'Champion'?"
The woman gave him a heavy sigh and a middle-finger before opening her mouth to reply to his question.
" 131 godless magicians have been put to use as of now. The target amount of 1.000.000 dead goblins has not yet been reached. At the current rate of 3000 goblins per hour we presume the figure to be hit in close in approximately 50 days"
"Does that figure include the loss of workforce, due to the drugs that they are fed?"
The agent shook her head again.
" Most subjects live for at most 30 days before they lose their minds and their life. Accounting for that rate of loss, we envision to have reached the kill count in about 2 months time, or roughly 60 days."
4 minutes left, the unnamed agent looked at the clock in the office with a yearning gaze. Could time not finally hurry up and release her from this boring job?
If she had to arrest one more fool and throw him in a cell, she would quit on the spot and move abroad. This vacation was more than needed and she would kill for it, if it was necessary.
The man once again studied the papers to understand the complicated diagrams and formulas written atop of them. On a page he stumbled upon their newest find, Moros Terra giving him a stupid grin.
The chef gave him one look and knew that the guy would just mean trouble
Why did they have to arrest a member of a famous clan? This would just be a recipe for unwanted disaster. An uprising family would certainly care a lot about one of their members disappearing from the face of Elysium…even if that someone was the guy named Moros.
For the first time, his eyes looked up as they scanned his best agent with scrutiny. Had she not lost her marbles to bring such a risk into their operation?
"Are you certain, it was a good idea to kidnap the Terra family idiot and feed him some drugs? This seems too much of a rookie mistake coming from your Clara…"
He took out a whiskey glass and filled it to the brim.
"What caused you to risk the whole operation for this one guy?"
Without noticing it, he saw how his precious whiskey had been drunk in one big gulp by the beauty in a bikini. With the biggest shit-eating grin she could muster, she threw him a big thumbs up.
"That hits the spot. Thanks for the drink, Chef"
Flabbergasted, the boss could only watch as she poured herself another glass of the expensive alcohol.
Facing through the window of the room, staring into the night of a desolate desert before her eyes she explained.
""Moros Terra found the "source" on Avarosia. I needed to act quickly or else rumours would have spread─making our little mission here impossible to achieve"
She turned around with a questioning gaze, looking deeply into the glass of whiskey that still burned in her throat.
"But, what do you mean by 'fed him drugs?' No drugs were given to him," she continued, unsure of where her boss had gotten the impression that they were willing to risk killing a clan descendant without a good reason.
Besides, the guy was a total idiot to her. With the amount of crime he had committed it was a wonder that he had not been stripped of this family name ages ago.
Her boss looked at her in sheer confusion, if the guy was not on the drug…why was he doing all of that?
"So…you're telling me the guy is not on drugs? Why the hell has he killed over 4000 goblins then?," the middle-aged man had seen many things in this secret place, but this was the first time he truly could not explain the actions of a single man.
Who in the right mind could kill so many goblins without going crazy over the span of 8 hours? Was the guy truly okay? What could motivate a man to do such a mind-numbing task?
How did that man not get tired, swinging his arms around for that duration?
Pulling up the secret camera footage, he could not believe what he saw as he sped up the footage. Even the secret agent could only look at it in sheer shock.
This guy had been swinging the knife all the darn time, killing goblins in record time, all the while smiling directly at the camera. Not once did he take a break, nor did his attacks decrease in power.
For 480 minutes he kill every goblin that just so happened to be near him.
When the others struggled and started to breathe heavily he was still slashing their throats, stabbing them without any shred of mercy.
Were all descendants of the clans this psychotic?
No seriously, what did they do to their kids, for them to become this messed up. He saw no problem in killing goblins, but the way he did it just felt too brutal, too heartless to him.
It was as if he enjoyed every minute of this activity. Like he had been born just to end the lives of goblins.
But any concerns about morals or feelings were quickly put aside after he realised that he was the quickest worker they had ever seen.
With more people like Moros working for him, their secret mission would have been done ages ago. And his bosses would finally stop watching his every move.
The boss made a decision to hasten the process of the project.
"Tell the staff to feed the descendant of the Terra family the drug cocktail, I shall take responsibility!" If he was this active and successful without drugs than it would be only wise to use the new worker to the fullest potential.
But nobody reacted, his agent had already used a teleport crystal and moved to the beach residence she had booked in advance.
The middle-aged man looked around and made sure that nobody had seen how embarrassing he had been just now. Shouting out orders into the empty room. If rumours spread, he could not believe just how much authority and respect he would lose from all the other officers.
"Moros Terra, I do look forward to your excellent work ethic and skills," the thoughts entered his mind as he grabbed himself yet another glass after the first glass and the first whiskey bottle had mysteriously vanished from this room.
What might that teenager bring?