In a metal room with dim lighting, Vice gaze landed on Elon, who was tied to a chair his face was beaten to the point that he could not be recognised, his nails were torn out, part's of his skin was cut off, he was bleeding but still conscious, his head facing his lap.
"You spoke to the Association and what did they tell you?" he looked at Elon waiting for a response.
". .they said I should take you to a SSS-Rank dungeon where ....several hunter's will be present...so you can rob the dungeon and they....to be oblivious to your presence until the job is done," Elon said in a shaky voice.
"If I refuse?" He said as his eyes narrowed.
"...."
Elon hesitated "If you refuse...they'll send an SS-Rank hunter for....ur head"
"Aah!"
A dagger pierced Elon left shoulder, Vice's jaw tightened when heard those words.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorr...y sorry," Elon apologised he seemed to be afraid of what Vice would do to him if consumed by his anger again.
"Who else is involved?" he asked, stepping closer to Elon who clenched his jaw and closed his eyes preparing for the unknown but Vice just stood in front of him waiting for answer.
"...."
".."
Elon made it obvious that he didn't want to answer.
Vice grabbed his hair and pulled it back forcing Elon to look at him then Vice pulled out the dagger out of his shoulder.
"Everyone in the crew," Vice heard the reply yet his expression was unreadable due to the rooms lighting.
Elon could have chosen not to speak, but he had been trapped here for 2 days with Vice and the experience was something he seemed to have zero interest in reliving, his eyes showed that he wanted the sweet embrace of death to him it seemed far better than staying here with Vice.
Vice bent down and stabbed Elon in the belly then he pulled out his dagger, he wiped the blood off on Elon's hair then walked to the exit leaving Elon to bleed to death.
....
"Yawn"
He felt sluggish after wasting 2 days with Elon.
'I Should run?' he thought as he stood on the sidewalk signaling for a Taxi
"Blue palace." Hesaid climbing inside the blue hovercar and the driver gave him a simply nod and drove off.
'damn enforcers,' he could see a few cars tailing him, on the drivers side view mirror.
'Why did the Association pick me they could have chosen any rogue hunter for the job, why me?' he thought about the information that Elon told him, the Association wanted him to rob an SSS-Rank dungeon ignoring that he was only a C-Rank hunter.
'Is it because its easier to keep me in check when my crew sold me out,' his vains slighty engorged, the thought of his crew gave him a constant headache.
"We've arrived," the drive said and Vice stepped out of the car in front of a 7 story building filled blue flowers around it.
He walked through the lobby and rushed straight into elevator as he entered the elevator two figures entered.
'They must already have the whole city surrounded, I can't run.' His jaw clenched slightly looking at the two figures.
He stepped out of the elevator and walked to his room.
"Fuuuuuck!" Once inside he snapped throwing things to the walls
"Im only C-Rank, you dumb fucks!" He was still destroy his room, the rank difference bothered him greatly, he wanted to run but he was already surrounded.
'No lets be positive the might be something that can help me escape in the dungeon,' he stopped throwing things around when he thought the might be hope.
'Yeah all the S-Rank hunters in the city will be the dungeon and my crew as well so if they die who'll stop me from escaping this city,' he smiled at the thought about killing his former crew members.
'I lost my temper when, Elon told me but after I escape I'm going to be a rich man' He thought about how after his crew betrayed him they sent Elon to deliver the news about the Association decision and where to meet up on the week end.
Vice spent the remaining days getting ready for the raid.