"You've been quite a shitty father, but now that I'm here and there is no longer any reason for you to keep your distance from me, I need your help." Carlos looks at Ajentt with a serious eye, waiting for what he has to say.
"I'm planning to destroy the Fraternity, and kill Sloan."
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Carlos Gibson looked at his son, "I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen, I didn't want you to walk the same path as me for your own safety."
"I understand, no loving parents want to put their child's life at risk, but it's too late, I'm already a trained assassin and have killed people, either you help me or I will do this alone." Ajentt replied with conviction in his voice.
Carlos stared at Ajentt, clenching his fist, he relented, rather than leaving his son to do his own thing, it would be best to go at it together, especially since they have the same target.
Now that an alliance had been formed, they shook hands, before grabbing the rest of the stuff on the car.
With all the stuff inside the house and the car hidden from view, Carlos gaved Ajentt a small tour to get his son familiarized with the house, knowing that his son might start staying with him.
"Do you like Puja?" out of nowhere, Carlos asked
"Puja who?" Ajentt asked since he really never gaved a thought of knowing peoples names unless necessary.
"I'm talking about Fox, her real name is Puja." Ajentt was surprised, but she does have a beautiful name.
"Somewhat, it's just that I can't really be too affectionate of her, with how she's part of the Fraternity and that I might have to kill her."
Carlos just hum's to that, knowing how painful it was to love someone and just lose them, he missed his wife, and regret missing out on most of his son's life.
On their tour, Carlos brought him to a guest room where his son could stay. "It's a little dusty since nobody really uses it, you can stay here for as long as you like, it's big enough for all your stuff and Anny." Carlos just smiles when he looks at the cat following along, he had seen how his son took care of the cat when she got forgotten by her owner at times.
Making their way back to the living room, they notice a car stopping by, picking a glance at it, they hear them talking.
"We lost track of him from all the detours he took, it might be possible that he got confronted by Cross." The Mechanic and the Gunsmith says on the radio.
"That's not good, his our only hope of taking down Cross." Fox says on the radio. "Keep searching, we can't lose him now."
"Copy that." They drove the car away again in hopes of finding a trace.
"Seems like they're getting anxious, they will start going on high alert with me gone, let's take our time to prepare." Ajentt says to Carlos.
"By the way, whose gun is this?" Ajentt showed Carlos an Imanishi 17.
"Mr. X, he was a good member of the Fraternity, but he and Sloan had changed, with him on duty and away from base, I had to target him first." Carlos examined the gun as he admired it, "a beautiful gun, one of a kind."
"Indeed such a nice gun, so I kept it, along with several bullets that should be for that gun." Wesley opened the bag full of the gun's ammo and showed it before beginning to load his gun and prepare for his mission against the Fraternity.
"We can prepare later, let's finish up with your room first, there is still a lot to do, I'll go grab you some new sheets while you set up all your stuff." Carlos commented, not in a rush.
Ajentt obliged as he set up all of Anny's stuff and gave her a bowl of food as she meowed and herself on his leg before going for her food.
With everything taken care of, Carlos led Ajentt to his room, looking over the window, he could see his old room, 'tsk, what a view to spy on your son, I could almost see everything from here and you even have a telescope pointing right at it.'
Ajentt faced away from the window with Carlos avoiding contact, feeling a bit guilty like he did something wrong.
"You know that I can't really contact you, that's really the only way I could keep an eye on you to ensure your safety." Carlos gaved a weak guilty smile to his son as he said that.
"Stalker" Ajentt just smirks as he teased his father, "IS this what you want to show me?"
Carlos just shook his head and opened a closet, going inside, he pushed the back of it and showed a hidden room.
Ushering his son to come in with him, he followed and was greeted by a dimly lit room.
Carlos began showing him his workshop and plans against the Fraternity.
Looking around the room, he could see how much of a mess it is, it seemed that all Fraternity members are a bit of a mess, from Sloans office, the Butcher's slaughter room, and even the shooting range haven't really been spotless.
"Like father like son, your office desk used to be such a mess too" Cortana comments to Ajentt that he is also not much different before his transmigration.
Ajentt just twitched and didn't say anything with his father beside him as he looked at the place.
He could see a lot of different rifles, there were some that looked like they were just collectible, and some that were possibly modified and would need specialized bullets to use.
"This is my work desk, this is where I make my plans and keep all my tools for my work."
Ajentt noticed all the watches, some explosive canisters too, it all reminded him of the Exterminator and his bomb strapped rat.
"Are you planning on making bombs? And did you learn all this from the Exterminator?" Ajentt asked.
"Yeah, he's very creative and good with the stuff." Carlos commented.
"I guess you're planning to use this to blow up the Textile Mill, good plan." Ajentt praised his father for setting this all up.
"I was planning to do that after I took care of all the people outside of the base, when they are finally all concentrated together." Carlos replies with his plan for the Fraternity and when he'll use his makeshift bombs.
"Why did you betray the Fraternity in the first place?" Ajentt asked with seriousness, even though he already knows the reason.
Carlos sighs as he walked over to a drawer and took out a fabric, he gaved it to Ajentt.
Taking it in his hands, he looked at his father. "Target?"
"Sloan"