NOVEL PART 4

He walked towards the crime scene,cursing his luck of getting stuck in this assignment. The principal was blabbering like a mad women who seem to have lost her wits, like a drunkard telling tales of BS to everyone in the pub of his glory. Except this wasn't crap, this was real as night and day and the CCTV's caught it.

"Son of a B*&th" he swore again as he saw the hole rip through the concrete walls by a rocket. "Sir" said a man in the yards attire. "We have not found the whereabouts of the F%^ks who did this" said the policemen with a venom in his tone.He wouldn't blame the lad, this is one of the most pretigious schools in this area, the man must have even went to this school during his teen days. "Calm down officer, I'm sure the leads will turn up soon" said the man sounding reasuuring even though the truth is he didn't give a damn about the situaion, he was there to find out if the target was eliminated.

He stole the attire from the real detective or constable he didn't know nor care what the man's real position was in the office from the alleyway 3 kilometres back, tied the man up and soon emerged as the officer in charge of the crime scene, he was after all nicknamed the chameleon; he can copy any roll of his targets and he grinned with that thought. As he crept into the classroom, there he saw multiple bodies of young student's sprawled in grusome mess, blood,body parts and organs where sprayed all over the walls and floor.

He saluted the other officers and told them to take a break with a convincing attitude, that would give him time to assess the target's status. He made his way to the back of the class and rummaged through the tables and chairs piled with the bodies, until he found his key mark. The table he was looking for had the number "XIII" carved at one of it's legs, and under the table made him swore loudly. It said "Better luck A-holes, "XIII" is till alive"

He speed dialed on his mobile and cut his British accent act. "It's me" he said grimly. "What's the status of target?" asked the receiver on the other end."Missing" he hissed back. "Find him Agent Garrus, and don't report until you have found him" said the receiver in a flat tone and hung up. Garrus was outraged, tired and over the top pissed at how the target could elude their 3 months of planning and managed to escape alive."I'll find you yet boy, mark my words" said the agent as he strode off into the bustling busy streets, trying to find other clues on the whereabouts of his prey.