Gifters

New Objective

— Believe me! I'm not wrong this time! — Said a man with emotion

— What nonsense, you are telling the same that last time and you know how it ended. — A woman answered with indifferent

— But this time it's different! She has to be the right one! — Replied the excited man in protest

— Every time you found a new target, said the same thing, over and over again, can't you think of a different dialogue? — Said the indifferent woman

— Check the information I have obtained! Everything seems correct this time! — Said the excited man as he pointed to some papers on the table.

— I am not going to read a single word of your false reports. — Said the indifferent woman without any interest

— Leave him alone he's excited because after so much searching found a new objective. — Another woman answered with kindness

— I don't have a problem with his emotion. I wait merely that this time he's not wrong as always does. — Said the indifferent woman with apathy

— You should be more optimistic! — Said the excited man

The indifferent woman glanced at him without responding as if the simple act of doing so was a waste of time and effort.

— And what do you think? — Asked the kind woman looking at another man who was sitting at the table with them

— I think that speculation does not matter. Whether it is a mistake or a success, the future will tell. We will know the result once the work is complete. — Said the man serenely

— Your way of seeing things is usually so simple that sometimes it surprises me. — Said the kind woman while she laughed

— When do we start? — Asked the serene man

— As soon as possible! Here I have the perfect plan to get closer to her. — Said the excited man showing more papers

Seeing him take out more papers, the indifferent woman paid him no attention, while the others took them and studied them in detail.

— Sounds likes good. — Said the kind woman when she finished reviewing it

The others nodded in affirmation.

— Who will we send first? Don't even think count on me until there is some significant progress. — The indifferent woman replied as she crossed her arms

— Send me! Just thinking Number Nine makes my blood boil! His betrayal only deserves death! — Said a man with anger

Hearing the mention of Number Nine, everyone reacted differently.

The indifferent woman expressed disgust.

The excited man felt sad.

The kind woman was indifferent.

And the serene man was filled with anger.

The angry man had touched a nervous tic.

An awkward silence filled the place.

The kind woman snapped her fingers, then, a scent of roses filled the room began to ease the tension.

The fragrance didn't take long to take effect, making the conversation continue as if nothing had happened.

— I object! You destroy the plan each time! — Said the excited man

— Forget it! You don't know how to control yourself. Our target shouldn't know our true intentions, just choosing you is already a guaranteed failure. — Said the indifferent woman with disdain

— That's true. Number Four isn't good for research. — Said the serene man

The kind woman refrained from saying anything and just nodded in agreement with what the others were saying.

Number Four tried to reply but knowing that their words were right, doesn't.

He remained silent watched the lamp in the roof, having the hope that such an act would make him invisible.

— Number Six would be perfect for the first contact. It's a pity that she did not come today. — Said the kind woman with regret

As if regretting the absence of Number Six, no one spoke.

After a few seconds, breaking the tranquility of the room, one said.

— I'll go. —

The other four thought about it for a minute, then attended according to the proposal.

Once chosen was decided, they coordinate points regarding the plan until the end of the meeting.

Then, in the darkness of the night, four people withdrew from the scene, hiding their identity, wearing a crimson cloak along with a black mask.

The four of them took one last look at each other before each of them set off on different paths until they vanished into the darkness of night.

In the almost empty room whose only trace of life was the man, they called Number Four, the papers with the target's information lay on the table.

The data ranged from the most useless to the most important.

The daily routine of a twenty-year-old woman was recorded, contained her interests, dislikes, aspirations, and contact information.

It even contained data that was supposed to be confidential.

Various photos about her childhood, adolescence, and adulthood were also on the table.

Finally, referring to the identity of the new objective, the name, Chloe Chatzi, was written in red letters on the main sheet.

Number Four waited in the room for about an hour approximately.

Spending so long doing nothing made him sulk to such a degree that he began to complain to herself.

— They always leave me in charge of cleaning. — Said Number Four with resignation and annoyance

Leaving through the only door in the room, he kept walking until he left the cabin where he was.

The cabin was as if someone had not lived there in years.

Number Four smiled while looked the cabin, then, his eyes turned red, and with a snap of her fingers, the hut began to catch fire.

Then, with a move of his hand, the fire began to focus and grow.

Seeing that the fire was enough, he smiled again.

— No matter how many times I do it, it's so funny to burn things. —

Satisfied with his work, Number Four left his place, leaving for a different destination than his companions, with the difference that he moved away as fast as he could.

The hut quickly burned down, inside all the documents scorched, making all the evidence disappear.

Nevertheless, the fire had not extinguished when a group of people wearing black hoods arrived.

One of them entered the cabin without importing the flames and walked among the blazes as if they did not exist.

His skin had ceased to be human flesh and had turned like a diamond.

The leader was a woman with black hair and golden eyes, sent some of them in different directions to search Number Four and others.

After a while, the diamond man left the hut to no avail.

The golden-eyed woman did not seem to mind as she expected this result.

Without waiting for orders, those who stayed began to search for anything useful, using different means, such as divination and searching for an underground path.

The golden-eyed woman ignored everything that happened. Her gaze went to the moon as to what she was thinking while she was doing it, only she knew.