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MwaM; Ch 02: Time for a CARNIVAL!!
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 14:53:43 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 02 of Merc with a Mouth. I really hope you will like it.
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Merc with a Mouth
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 02: Time for a CARNIVAL!~~
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âDaaaad! Where are you?! Don't tell me youâre hidingâOh hello, Dad, what are you doing bent over like that?â
Atlas blinked as he got out from under the bed and turned to look at his eight-year-old âsonâ who stood a few meters away from him in his school uniform. He still didnât understand how he got roped into all this, as this was the last thing that he had expected himself to do. Well, it was probably a good thing to be a hot girlâs âDaddyâ, but to be an actual dad? Hell no!
Yet here he was, babysitting a kid not even his own.
What a weird story it would be to tell to his grandkids. âHow did you two meet?â âOh, I was just coming back from killing someone, and your dad seemed to think it was a good time to tell the killer about floating bodies.â
âDad? Man, we really need to get rid of this zoning-out habit of yours,â Harry grumbled as he snapped his fingers in front of Atlasâ eyes. âHow Aunt Maya even handles you when I am not at home surprises me.â
âOi! I donât zone out, and she isnât here all the time either,â Atlas rebuked as he took Harryâs bag and started rummaging through it. âThat woman just wants to be here when her âcutie pookie bearâ is home. And trust me, I am not that person.â
âOf course you arenât. We both know I am the cuter one; girls just canât resist my charm.â Harry laughed as he plopped on the bed.
âYou are a bit too young for âcharmingâ the fairer sex, kiddo,â Atlas smirked, âAnd trust me, they would love a sexy hot man like me more than theyâd like a scrawny little shit like you.â
âUh huh, uh huhâŠsays the man who got slapped by Aunt Maya a few days ago because of his perverted habits. Makes me wonder whoâs the kid among us.â
âObviously you, little Mr. Charmer, who got into a fight today.â
Harry opened his mouth to rebuke but then immediately shut it when he realized what Atlas had just said. âAhhâŠerr⊠You know about it already?â
âWell, duhâŠâ Atlas shrugged; he pulled out Harryâs school diary and pulled out a slip of paper that had been written by his schoolteacher. âYou have a bruise forming under your right eye, and the knuckles of your right hand are swollen and slightly redâpunched with it, I presume?â He continued, âNot to mention the edges of your nails are rough, which means you grabbed someoneâs collar or shirt with them.â
âDid my teacher call you?â
Atlas opened his mouth but then snapped it and nodded, âShe did. I got a phone call when I was in The Office. She wasâdonât roll your eyes.â
Harry just sighed; he knew Atlasâ job and that the man referred to the headquarters as his office. In reality, it was just a plain building where there was a large bulletin board and two guards; people with bounties on their heads were photographed and placed on the board by the benefactors while the mercenaries looking for a job picked the photos.
There were certain rules to this, but that was just going into more details. Something that Harry never minded to learn and Atlas never wanted to teach the boy. After all, what was the use of learning all of that when you donât even want to do that work in the first place?
All Harry knew was that his dad was so high among the mercenary ranks that he never had to pick the offers anymore. Instead, he was always in high demand and only received big gigs that either paid him tens of thousands or got him a favor with one of the big names in the world.
âShe was a bit worried. The call was regarding the recent fight you had and how they wouldâve suspended you if not for your good records at school. Sheââ
â âMore like if not for you fucking her every monthâŠ.â
â âWas also horrified that you had almost killed the boy. She said you were excessively brutal this time. Care to tell me why?â
Harry looked down at that. He wasnât ashamed, no. He would fight that idiot repeatedly if it were up to him. He felt Atlas sit beside him on the bed, and then the manâs large arm wrapped around his shoulder as Harry almost involuntarily leaned against the larger manâs side.
âI am worried for you, Harry. You know I donât care if you hit a guy or two, but getting suspended. Or fighting someone to death? Thatâs not something I want for you.â Atlas patted the boyâs messy head. âYou know you wonât get a good job if you keep this up, and I donât wantââ
âBut I donât want a desk job, Dad!â Harry frowned, âI want a cool job. Like yours! When will you understand that?!â
âAnd my job, as you put it, isnât something that I want for you. When will you understand that?â
There was a pregnant pause as both father and son took a deep breath together. They knew that both of them were as stubborn as the other one, as this particular topic had been discussed a few times before.
Each time with no conclusion, as Harry was hell-bent on becoming a mercenary just like his dad, while Atlas didnât want Harry to follow him in this life-threatening job where no one knew what would happen the moment you met a foe stronger than you, or luck decided that enough was enough.
âIâm home!â A new voice, distinctively feminine, announced herself. âNow where is my little munchkin?â
Both Harry and Atlas immediately jumped off the bed, cleaned the wrinkles on the sheet, and then Harry started to change his clothes while Atlas hid the note from Harryâs teacher that he held in his hand.
âWeâre in the bedroom, Maya!â Atlas announced and took a step back as the lady in question ventured excitedly into the room. She bent down and picked Harry up in her arms before giving him one of her special Maya hugs that was basically just smothering the boy with her DD titsâŠ.boy did that make Atlas jealous of his kidâs fortune.
âHeyâŠughâMaya! Canât breathe!!â Harry patted the buxom womanâs back, who smothered the boy once more before she released him.
âSo, howâs my favorite munchkin, and did you do anything exciting today?â Maya ruffled Harryâs already messy hair as she started to help him change into his pajamas. They discussed his day at school and then started walking towards the living room while Atlas followed them.
Maya had been a blessing in their lives. She was actually a single mom who lived nearby and was the owner of a small bookshop-cafe near the corner. She occasionally used to drop by as a house help to help Atlas whenever he returned from one of his missions. Other than her and now Harry, there wasnât anyone who knew what he actually did for a living.
She was also really good with the medical arts, as she used to be a trained nurse but had to leave because she discovered that after a few years, she just didnât want to be a nurse anymore.
The day he had met Harry and took him home, Maya was the first person he had contacted. At first the woman had proceeded to scold him quite loudly before she had decided that Harry needed to go to his own home.
But when both Harry and Atlas repeatedly denied her, she decided to wait for Harryâs guardians to put up a missing report. Something that was yet to be published in the newspapers or magazines because Harryâs guardians were more than happy to get rid of the boy.
After that, Maya decided that Harry was to stay here and that she would work as a full-time caretaker for the boy as well as give him as much affection as possible. Harry, of course, was all too happy to meet another human who accepted him for who he was, and slowly the affection-starving boy got accustomed to both Maya and Atlas.
That was three years back when the trio had just met. After that, a lot of things took place, which included Atlas using his connections to get false papers for Harry. The boyâs surname, âPotter,â was removed, and instead he took Mayaâs surname as his own becauseâŠwell, Atlas didnât have one.
And thusâŠ. five-year-old Harry Carter, son of Atlas, was born on July 31st, 1980. The boy was given as much love and affection as he wanted by both Atlas and Maya, who had decided to take Harry as their own kid. Turning the boy from a socially inept and awkward but a bit smart introvert to something that unfortunately resembled a ditto copy of Atlas.
Something that Maya was definitely not fond of, and had told that numerous times. Not that either of them cared.
Mayaâs daughter Jessica, or Jessie for short, was a year younger than Harry. She went to the same school as him and was a hyperactive girl who loved to banter with the only boy that her mom really allowed to spend the night with them.
âCan I ask you something, Maya?â Harry asked her as the trio sat around the dinner table for lunch. Maya began filling Harryâs plate with the gravy while Atlas busied himself with the oven where the roast chicken was being prepared.
âSure, sweetie.â
âDad wanted to know if you would go on a date?â Harry pulled his best puppy dog eyes at her.
âOI! You brat, I didnât say any of that, Maya. I swear!â Atlas immediately denied her. âItâs all his doing.â
Maya shook her head at the manâs antics before she looked at Harry. âNo, sweetie. I wonât go on a date with Atlas. That idiot doesnât deserve a woman like me; all he wants is his many girlfriends.â
âAnd what about me?â Harry smiled. âWould you go on a date with me, Maya?â
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Albus Dumbledore sighed helplessly as he finished reading the letter that he had received from his longtime friend Alastor Moody. The man had been given a private mission to locate the Boy-Who-Lived ever since he went missing all those years ago.
Moody had just sent a letter in which he detailed how his latest search mission had been a total failure, as he had not been able to find the boy in Germany either. This was the twelfth nation that they had searched for Harry, and the search was being done as secretly as possible by the selected few Order members that he trusted.
Dumbledore vividly remembered the evening when his accomplice Arabella Figg, the squib whom he had asked to stay in Privet Drive, had reported that she hadnât seen or heard about Harry Potter for the last two months.
At first he had just assumed that Harryâs relatives were keeping him away for some reason, or not letting him leave the house. He had even asked Figg to infiltrate Number Four and ask the Dursleys for the boy. Unfortunately, the moment she had uttered Harryâs name, she had been asked to leave, and that wasnât in a polite manner.
Later when he went there himself, he learned that Harry had burned Vernonâs hand and face in an accidental case of defensive magic, which hadnât been received well with the older man who had taken Harry to a forest a few miles away from the house.
After that, when Vernon had visited the place about two days later, going as far as to have the audacity to be surprised when he found that there was no sign of his nephew and thinking that some wild animals might have hunted the boy, the eldest Dursley hadnât taken any action regarding his missing ward due to the fear of Muggle laws.
Dumbledore had been utterly infuriated at the Dursleys and hadâin a moment of rageâcursed the Dursleys before leaving the threshold of Number Four.
The first thing he did when he returned was to call Alastor and tell him about the missing celebrity. They quickly realized that they couldnât just announce his disappearance, or the ministry would be in an uproar and the supporters of Lord Voldemort who were still free would start a manhunt for Harry Potter too. And the light side couldnât afford to have the darkâs claws reach Harry before they reached the boy.
Therefore, what they did was summon a selected group of individuals whom they trusted and started the long mission to locate as well as bring back Harry Potter.
But the results of their search expeditions were woefully poor. The only hope that Harry was alive came from Hogwartsâ student registry book that still hadnât crossed out his name from its list. Which only happened in two cases: One where the child had voluntarily declined their letter or joined another school. And second, when they died before they could be accepted to Hogwarts.
âWhat are you going to do now, Albus?â Armando Dippet, former Headmaster and Dumbledoreâs friend, asked from his portrait behind him.
âThe same that we have been doing for the last three years, my friend.â He sighed, âContinue searching for him. I cannot stop till we find Harry; heâs needed to fight the war and finish the prophecy that marks him Voldemort's equal.â
âWhat if you donât find him?â
âWe have to, Armando.â Dumbledore placed the letter back on his table and picked up the quill to write his own. âHe is the only hope Britain has against the dreadful times that we shall be forced to endure.â
âAre you still thinking that the boy will return?â The slightly shrill tone of the former Headmistress Dillys Derwent, asked him from her portrait near the staircase. âFor all we know, that locket you found at House Black could be the first and only one that he made.â
Dumbledore shook his head. âI have my reasons, Lady Derwent. Tom has indeed made more of those foul things, and he is still alive somewhere. Weak and in hiding, yes, but very much alive.â
âAnd what about the locket? Did you destroy it?â
He shook his head. âThe locket needs to be opened to be able to destroy it, and the only way it will open is when a Parselmouth orders it to. Tom ensured that no one would be able to destroy it even if they somehow got their hands on it.â
âThen how do you plan to destroy it, Albus?â Dippet asked him. âBecause we know that he canât be completely defeated till even a single one of these things survives.â
âThat is what we have to do, Armando.â Dumbledore smiled. âSomehow find a way out of this whole quandary.â
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âHarry! Jessie! Where are you? You do know weâll be late if you keep this up, right? And Maya would kill me if we made her wait.â Atlas announced as he tied his cufflinks and looked at his reflection in the large mirror that was in the living room.
âComing, Dad!!â The boy replied, stashing the last of the equipment underneath his bed before he filled the small briefcase with his stuff. âHey, Jessie, is Dad there?â
The little brunette with baby-blue eyes slowly tiptoed over and took a sneak peek; she saw that Atlas wasnât to be seen, which meant he was still busy with something. ââHarry, quick! Heâs not here yet. We need to do this before he sees us.â
Harry nodded and made a dash for the master bedroom, where he placed the briefcase exactly the way it was placed underneath his bed. The only change would be that instead of containing his dadâs âwork stuffâ, now the briefcase contained his school books.
âHarry?â
The boy jumped out of his skin when he heard Atlas speak from behind him. He glanced back at the man who was wiping his wet hands on the nearby hand towel, which told the boy that his dad had just finished his customary bathroom break before they went out anywhere.
âHey Dad, just came to tell you that we were ready.â He nodded, âOh, and Maya is waiting for you outside; sheâs grumpy right now because you were late.â
âI was late?! You two are the ones who took time coming downstairs.â Atlas pointed out as he bent down and took out his briefcase from under the bed. âIf anything, you two should be the ones who get punished this time.â
âYeah, but we are cute.â Harry gave a smug smile. âYou, on the other hand, are a grumpy old man, so you get the scoldings while we get ice-creams.â
âGrumpy old man, my arse,â The man grumbled as they left the room and the house.
Outside, Maya was waiting for them in his car; she had already taken her customary passenger seat next to the driver, while Jessie took the one behind her. The girl opened the door for Harry, excited about going to the carnival.
âHe didnât suspect, right?â She whispered. âI am sorry, Mom came the moment you went inside the room. So I decided to stop her from marching inside.â
âDonât worry, girl.â Harry smirked. âMy old man doesnât suspect anything. Itâs all according to the plan.â
âPerfect!â She grinned. âNow he won't leave for âworkâ till we return.â
The briefcase that Harry and Jessie had been tinkering with contained all the equipment that Atlas used in his missions; it was also the reason why they had to stash it away because the mercenary had a very bad habit of sneaking off during family time so that he could finish off one of his targets.
They didnât mind it most of the time, as the man was actually good with his work and finished off the targets as soon as he could, but then there were times when things didnât go according to the plan, and that would be when their combined survival depended on the magic of Lady Luck and her fragile consideration for the cute little childrenâs lives.
Yes, Harry and Jessie were the cutest little ones, and they wonât listen to anyone who denies it; others were stupid anyway.
âAlright, is everything ready?â Atlas asked as he locked his seat belt and gunned the engine. He looked behind and saw the kids smiling brightly while Maya nodded. âPerfect. Carnival, here we come! Kids, on the count of threeâŠâ
Both Harry and Jessie grinned while Maya facepalmed, âAtlas, when will youââ
âOneâŠâ Atlas grinned, switching his legs from clutch to accelerator. âTwo..â
â âGrow up, this is not something a responsibââ
âTHREE!â
âWOOHOOOOOO!!!!! AAAAA!!!â The kids and Atlas screamed loudly as he slammed on the accelerator, and they rushed towards the carnival, laughing at Mayaâs facepalm and giggling among themselves.
The lady, on the other hand, smiled when she heard the laughter that always followed this particular ritual of theirs. She looked back at the kids; both of them were giggling as they basked in the aftermath of their impromptu shouting match.
Yes, they were a menace, and Atlas was a mercenary who killed people on commission, and yet there would be no other places in the whole world where she would want to be more than with her little family of four.
Her little family of four.
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The regular clapping of heels on the marble floor echoed through the hallway that was lit by fluorescents and guarded by men dressed in an official all-black attire at regular intervals.
A woman, her red hair bound tightly in a perfectly made bun, her hourglass figure encased in a shiny black attire that clung to her like second skin. She looked at the guards, her pale-blue eyes searching for anything out of order as she marched towards the grand door at the end of the hallway.
The redhead pressed the switch outside the large doors and waited for a beep before she said, âAgent-A5. Reporting to the deputy regarding mission Axis.â She took a step back and waited for the machineâs scanner to scan her from head-to-toe before a green light lit up and the large doors opened.
âFive!â A boisterous voice, distinctively male, welcomed her as she stepped inside the room. âJust the woman I was waiting for, and for the right reason! Come closer!! Take a seat.â The voice exclaimed.
Five walked towards the table; her pale-blue orbs glanced at the two men who sat opposite each other. One, the Deputy, was a large man with short-cropped brown hair and a large scar that ran down the side of his face, while the other was a fat, balding man wearing quite an expensive white suit and golden rings that were around his pudgy fingers.
âMeet Mr. Magnus Peralta, the man whose mission you are here to talk about.â The deputy introduced and she gave a single nod of recognition. âMr. Peralta here was asking about the status of our operations regarding Axis. Would you like to tell us about it?â
Five gave a nod and opened the red file that was in her arms. âAccording to our reports, the target and his family are currently on their way and about thirty minutes from reaching their destination. Target has three others with him: One woman, two children. All civilians.â
âBah!â Peralta smashed his fat fist at the glass table. âI donât care who is with him; tell me what you are doing to counter it.â
âA take-away team consisting of seven C and three B ranked ones along with agent A7 and two BM agents have already infiltrated the targetâs destination.â She explained, âAll of them are equipped with the best equipment our agency has to offer. The operation will begin once the target reaches the destination, and the takeaway will start once they are all stable and surrounded.â
âWhat about the exits?â The deputy inquired.
âThere are four exits in the area, three of which will be blocked once the target has entered, and the remaining will be used to escape after the target is eliminated.â
âGood enough.â Magnus grinned, rubbing his double chin in glee. âHow much time will it take?â
âIt depends on the target, sir.â She replied, âOnce he is stable enough, and the exits are blocked,. It would take about fifteen to twenty minutes before heâs eliminated and then another fifteen for our agents to escape the establishment.â
âWhat are the chances of failure?â The deputy asked her.
âZero, sir.â
âFool.â He shook his head. âThe chances of failure in a mission like this are never zero. Keep a plan B if things go downhill, alright?â
âBut sir, this is one target we are talking about, not to mention we areââ
âAre you new to this, agent?â The Deputy sneered at her. âDo you have any idea who this target is? Just do as I say. Make a plan B. Tell the squad that they should bomb the entire building if Plan A has failed, understood?â
Five gave a small nod, âI will, sir.â
âKeep reporting to me regarding any major change.â He waved her off, âDismissed.â
The agent gave a small bow and was about to leave the chamber when the fat manâs voice interrupted her from behind.
âAnd, Agent Five, was it?â He asked. âMake sure that you get all four of them. I donât want any witnesses, not even those kids.â
The woman gave another nod before she left the room. She looked up at the illuminated ceiling and mentally prayed to the god for blessing the target with good fortune so that neither the target nor the three civilians would survive the attack.
She knew that if even a single one of them managed to escape, the deputy would chew that person alive and make an example of why a man should never betray the organization.
âFor the sake of your own little family,â Five thought as she left the hallway, âMake sure youâre dead, Zero.â and with that, she went towards the surveillance room to check on the targetâs location once more. This was going to be one of those long days.
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âWOOOooooHOOOOOooooo!!!!â
âDonât fall off the edge!â âJESSIE! SIT DOWN!â
âWOOOooooHOOOOOooooo!!!!â Harry and Jessie hooted as the two were, once again, swung by the giant Ferris wheel. The duo started giggling when they saw the troubled expression on Mayaâs face and the way Atlas was just grinning at them before giving a subtle thumbs-up.
âJOIN US, MAYA!!â Harry screamed happily while Jessie just held his hand as tightly as she could.
âAnd die from the shock? No, thanks.â The buxom woman shook her head. She turned to look at Atlas. âIâll kill you if either of them get hurt. Understood?â
âUhhh..Sure. The Ferris wheel would definitely swallow the little kids.â He smirked. âOh! What if it accidentally turned into a giant monster and came after us instead?â He laughed as Maya slapped his arm.
It took them a few more minutes before the ride was over and both the kids joined them, happy smiles on their cute little faces and a certain thrill that was starting to leak from their wide eyes.
âI take it the ride was fun?â Atlas asked the two and smiled when they cheered loudly. âAlright, now, next on the list is movies. Itâs an evening show, so we have some time to pass.â He looked at his watch and then to the rest of them. âAny ideas where we could spend it?â
The excited glint in all three of their eyes told him that they indeed knew some ways to pass the time and that it probably would not be a good way for him. Still, he let the kids take either of his hands as the four started to walk through the numerous stalls that had been erected for the Carnival fair.
âA toy shop?â Atlas asked the two as they stopped in front of a small shop with lots of figurines inside it.
âA Comic-Con!â Harry immediately corrected him.
âYes, a toy shop.â
âComic Con! Donât compare it with a stupid toy shop, Dad.â Harry frowned. âA comic con is a place for mature people.â
âSo what are you doing here?â Atlas chuckled at him.
Harry opened his mouth to reply before he realized he didnât have any, so he shrugged, âGood one.â He grinned. âAlso, we are here because I want to see if thereâs any new Iron Man comic or not.â
âAnd Spiderman.â Jessie blushed. âThereâs this new black monster thing called Venom that was introduced in the last update, and I want to check if thereâs any progress.â
âWasnât that in January?â Harry asked her as they walked towards the entrance. âPeter will probably get hit a few times before he realizes that thereâs a way to stop Venom as well. Itâs the same thing.â
âEvery hero does the same thing, Harry.â Jessie shot back. âEven your precious Iron Man has his moments. At least Peter has his own powers.â
âIron Man made his own suit from scratch, and heâs rich!â
âHeâs like Batman without the broodiness.â She smirked. âPeter is cheerful, happy, and tries his best to work it out. Not a know-it-all rich snob like Tony.â
âPeterâs a kid.â
âSo are you.â
âHe has no charm, pining over the same girl for years!â Harry pointed out. âTony gets them all.â
âUnlike some, Peter knows loyalty.â She poked him in his ribs. âAnd he has more charm than you, as he has MJ, Gwen Stacy, and Black Cat.â
âThen heâs a blind nerd to ignore Black Cat and go afterâŠ.â
Both Maya and Atlas just gave a tired sigh as they followed their kids into the comic con. Atlas himself had read a few from his sonâs comic collection, and even he couldnât deny that they were actually pretty good. He had some issues regarding a few things that were shown, butâŠ..wellâŠ.it wasnât like he could do anything about it, right? If it was up to him, the comics would end up being marked 18+ within a month, so at least the creators took care of that.
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After two hours of browsing through various stalls and shops, three comics, two figurines, and a pair of brown goggles later, the small group ultimately entered the movie theater with two large buckets of caramelized popcorn and cups of chilled cola with little star-shaped ice cubes in them.
âWhatâre our seat numbers?â Harry asked, taking a sip from his cup.
âItâs 34-37 in the fifth row.â
âWhich oneâs the fifth row?â Jessie asked him.
âThe one with that woman in the ugly pink dress.â Harry pointed out.
âExactly that one.â Atlas nodded while Maya chastised the boy. âIn fact, yours is right next to her.â
âNo way!â Harry stopped midway and looked at him with his mouth agape. âI am not going to sit beside her. She looks like she eats children for breakfast and smells of all the fruits and cheese mixed into one.â
Even Maya chuckled at that one as the quartet made their way towards their seats. In the end, it was Atlas who was pushed beside the woman, and he was quite relieved to learn that she didnât smell like all the fruits and cheese mixed into one.
He still didnât know about the children for breakfast part, nor was he willing to test it out.
They quickly settled down with Atlas, Harry, Maya, and Jessie in the order, buckets of popcorn and cups of soft drinks between them. The merc was a bit sad when they had asked him to keep his work briefcase either with the guards or in the car. Something about a rule of not being allowed to take anything into the theater except for the stuff you bought from them, and without his briefcase he felt like a hooker without her clothes.
Safe to assume that it wasnât a nice feeling, and, for some weird reason, his sixth sense was alarming him that something bad was about to happen pretty soon.
The movie began, and he tried his best to calm down his jittery nerves as they were slowly introduced to the characters: A girl called Anna Madden, who suffers from something called glandular fever and finds out that she dreams of things that she had drawn herself, including a boy called Marc, who has muscular dystrophy and who lives in a house drawn by her.
At first, they were all quite engrossed in it, munching on some popcorn and sipping from their cups as the girl kept on adding stuff on the screen; it was only after the first thirty minutes that Atlas noticed something weird about the whole scenario.
For starters, even though the entry gate had been locked, he could see more heads in the theater than there were when the movie had begun. There was also the fact that even though it was a carnival, the theater wasnât full, and other than them, there were only more families who had been given their seats on the front row.
Not to mention that he could feel a few eyes continuously watching him, even when he subtly turned around to look at the back; all he could see was grown-up men watching the children's movie in complete silence.
It was as if they were sitting amid robots who were actually sent for a different purpose but were biding their time by watching a movie.
Atlas shifted a bit in his seat; he could feel that something was going on, and he tried to get a better look at the theater by pushing his seat a bit back. Surprisingly enough, it was at this moment that instead of getting the lever for shifting the seat, his hand instead wrapped around something else.
Something that was thick, long, and as hard as steel. He tried to get a feel of what he was holding, slowly moving his fingers along its length in the dark before his eyes widened when he caught on to the intimately familiar shape of a fucking gun that was kept just beneath the seat of the lady beside him.
Within a moment the blonde merc understood the reason for the extra men who had joined them and the reason why he and his family had been surrounded by stone-faced men.
They were sent here by someone, and they were here to eliminate him.
Without another word, the merc slowly leaned back in the chair once more, hurriedly taking note of the newer additions in the dark room. He could count about ten people who were now sitting around them, not to mention that the lady beside them was most probably a killer too.
He looked at his family; all three of them were deeply engrossed in the movie and had no idea that they were, quite literally, surrounded by death. He reached for his briefcase only to curse when he realized that it was still with the guards, and going to retrieve it might not sit well with his killers.
So, Atlas did what he thought any responsible mercenary would do.
The man leaned down close to Harryâs ear and pointed his hand at the large screen, âHarry, donât give a reaction. Remember the pretend game we played at Jessieâs birthday last week?â He whispered, giving a faux smile. âGive your best pretension of a dumb kid who has just been shown something interesting. Now.â
Harry blinked a bit at the weird request, but even he understood the urgency in Atlasâ tone. âOohâŠthat was good, Dad. And what about those?â He asked, a bit louder, before whispering. âWhat now?â
âKeep it down, kiddo; others are watching as well.â Atlas replied a bit loudly before he pointed to a different part and whispered, âWe are surrounded by people who want to kill us. Tell Maya to take Jessie and dunk down. Then you three will hide from the fighting and escape through the front exit as soon as possible, alright? And stay together!â
âWait-what?!â Green eyes widened in shock. âWhat about you?â
âTheyâre here for me.â Atlas gave another fake chuckle as he patted Harryâs back. âTheyâll be focused on me, and Iâll use that to keep them busy till you lot are safely outside. Here, take the key. Donât look back, clear?â The man pushed the carâs keys into Harryâs little hands even as the boy was about to protest.
âShhâŠ.â The merc continued, âIâll try to join you as soon as I can, but if I can't, then donât wait. No questions, Harry. This is important.â He glared at Potter, silencing any doubts that his son clearly had regarding this impromptu plan for their survival.
It took two minutes for Maya to understand, and the woman looked back at Atlas, tears in her eyes as she smiled at him. The man shook his head, telling her neither to cry nor to reveal the plan before his eyes looked pointedly towards Harry, who was fidgeting in his seat, and Jessie, who was sipping her drink.
The unspoken words were crystal clear, and Maya understood what he meant. It took her ten more seconds before she took a deep breath and put her arms behind both Harry and her daughter, giving a single nod to tell that she was ready.
âIf only I had my briefcaseâŠâ Atlas thought wistfully, âThen this wouldnât have been a problem at all.â Finally, after another minute, the merc gave Harry a small pat on his back, smiling at the way the little kidâs hand reached to grasp his own before he stopped.
Atlas leaned back in his chair, his hand going down for the gun that was beneath his adjacent seat as he accidentally poked the lady.
She turned to look at him and raised her eyebrow.
âI was, uhh, wondering,â He spoke, trying his best to pull the gun more towards him, âDo you like this movie?â
The lady frowned a bit. âWhy?â She asked, her voice distinctively heavier than a womanâs. âAre you the director?â
âAh! Of course not.â Atlas shook his head. âI just wanted to know if you think itâs good enough to be the last thing you watch.â He asked with a small smile as his hand wrapped around the gunâs handle.
âWhy would it be theââ She began but stopped when she understood what he meant. The woman pushed her hand beneath the seat and opened her mouth to warn other agents only to hear a small click beside her head followed by a loud bang before she slumped sideways in her seat.
âNOW!â
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Ending Note: There you have it fellas, chapter Two of Merc with a Mouth, hope you liked it.
Character image: Maya Carter.
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Dev Black
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Dev Sagittarius Black
Hint Hint!! I'll try to make each chapter unique and with a good plot point
I am lord dems
Accidental magic is about to come right
