Chapter 6: Crushing The Can

Somewhere at the southern continent. Near the southern edge of Hunter City 3.

A middle aged man was tied up on a chair. There was blood dripping out of his mouth. His body was black and blue while only in his underwear. There were 2 people sitting around him.

A man with a brown leather jacket and piercings on his ears was sitting on a wooden box while a woman with a tan skin and wearing glasses was sitting on the floor.

"This is the third time. Third time someone managed to track us. You know what it mean? There is a traitor among us."

"Woah woah woah. That some big shit coming out of your mouth." The man with the piercings looked agitated.

"Traitor? What? You mean between me and you? That some ridiculous shit I ever heard."

"Not between us you fucking idiot. I mean someone from the organization."

"Nah if there is ,'he' would know."

"Our leader not omnipotent ya know."

"Really?"

The man with leather jacket come down from the wooden box and walked slowly towards the tanned lady stopping about an inch away from her. He crouched down to meet her eyes.

A smile appeared on his face. A sinister one.

"You know. Your loyalty towards our leader these days has become quite questionable. It is weird how you keep on doubting and questioning his authority. Like there is something."

His face inch closer towards her. His eyes were full of madness.

"And what will that be? Hmmmmm."

"Jack. Please. Your breath stink."

The lady pushed Jack's face away.

"Alright. Trying to side step the topic. That's okay."

Jack stood up. He leisurely walked the tied up guy.

"Sooner or later you would told me. That's okay. No need to rush. Just like this guy."

Jack grabbed the man face. He started to squeeze the man head. Slowly little by little increasing his grip strength.

"Ughhhhhhh. Aghhhhhhh. AGHHHHHH. AGHHHHHHHH. NO NO PLEASE PLEASEEEEE!!!!!!"

(CRUNCH)

(POP!)

The man's head was crushed like a tin can. The top of his head burst open and his brain pop out like a balloon turning into mush.

Jack tilted his head to looked at his partner with a smile on his face.

"Ugh. Creepy asshole."

"Make sure you clean this up, Rebecca."

"I know I know."

Rebecca put her right palm on the building floor with one knee on the ground. She then closed her eyes.

"Return to sand."

The old dilapidated building along with all its content from the dead middle aged man to the window glass fragments started to slowly turning into sand.

"Amazing. Every time."

"Shut up. I need to concentrate."

After the building fully turned into sand, Rebecca and Jack walked away from there. Leaving leisurely as if taking a stroll on the beach.