Another Job Done

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Cycle 22, Seventh year of the Post-War Era

Grono drew the blade from the flesh, still steaming from the plasma's heat. There were two other bodies in the room, both dead. A human slumped over the desk, and a Kig-Yar lay flat on the ground. Both had two small punctures in the chest, going all the way out of the back. Grono had killed them, and he would be rewarded.

The COM set in Grono's helmet beeped. Good. My employer must be calling. The Sangheili tapped one of the buttons. "Hello. I presume you are currently working on your mission?"

"Just finished it." Grono replied.

"Ah! So the Admiral is dead?"

"Yes."

Grono could hear the voice on the COM let out a sigh a relief. Curious. The voice replied, "I guess it's time for me to pay up. You'll both split the money."

'Yendam cleared his throat. "I believe that is not an option anymore."

"Wait, what happened?"

Grono looked over to the Kig-Yar corpse, it's avian features now covered up by blood. "Let's just say that he tried getting more than his fair share, so I put him down."

Silence. Then, after a few moments, the voice returned. "Oh. Okay then. Well then, I guess all the money goes to you."

Grono glanced over at the human. "Good. I deserve that, because it was a bloodfest to get in here. You sure like assassinating high officials."

More silence, then; "Yeah. Okay, I'm gonna transfer the credits to you now."

"How much?"

"Five million. I pay well if I want the top brass gone."

Grono cocked his head in confusion, before remembering he was the only one there. "That is gracious, but what do you mean by 'Top brass'?"

"It means the leadership, especially-"

Grono sighed, and cut him off. "Nevermind. There are some human terms that I will never understand. So, about the Kig-Yar..."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure that you don't get a Mev-ut. I have some jackals up my sleeve." Said the voice reassuringly.

"Yet another metaphor I do not understand. You humans have too many sayings."

"Well, I think that's all," stated the human, now content. "You are a damn good mercenary, you know that?"

"I have been complimented, yes."

"Well, I'm out."

The COM crackled, before going silent. Grono strode over to the human and turned them over. He looked at the bars where their heart would be, knowing that it would show their rank insignia. The bars showed that he was a Vice Admiral; probably equivalent to Fleetmaster. There was also a name though. Peculiar. Grono looked at it. If his human reading skills were correct, it said Ray Vocerif. Hmm. Vice Admiral Ray Vocerif.

At least Grono knew the name of his target now. As for the Kig-Yar, their name mattered not. The scum shouldn't have ever had names, or even existed, in that matter. Satisfied with his work, Grono exited the room and walked through the hallways, littered with corpses. Grono had killed them all, but price was good. He would be able to get new refinements, and still have much money left over. Who knows, the next mission might be with Oru 'Vanuxee and his crew. Grono 'Yendam entered his ship and boosted the slipspace drive. Another job done.