Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ P.S. ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

The redhead paused in her work at the computer then turned her head a bit as the com crackled to life in her left ear. She smiled when she recognized the voice on the other end.

 

“Goddess to Red Shaman one. Do you read?”

 

“Loud and clear, Goddess. Go ahead.”

 

“Good morning. Information about you from the CIA computer has been hacked.”

 

“Excellent! Special Agent Monroe will be so thrilled. They could never count the kills right. We'll have to start leaving messages on the bodies. This assassination brought to you by Red Shaman. I always knew that boy was a great hacker. How is our little white kitten, by the way?”

 

“Alive.”

 

“How are the other boys? Better yet, how's Abyssinian?”

 

“Grateful that Bombay is alive. Mad at and suspicious as hell of me.”

 

“Which of course you didn't encourage in the slightest.”

 

“What would make you think that?”

 

“Experience.”

 

“Is that Gran?” came a voice from behind her.

 

She nodded.

 

“Hi, Gran!”

 

“Hi, Star.”

 

“How exactly did you get Bombay to hack the system?”

 

“Easy. Wound Abyssinian up nice and tight and casually remarked that Red Shaman was something he should look into.”

 

“You're so mean to him, Gran.”

 

“Do you two mind? I'm putting you on the speaker, Goddess.”

 

“I'm not mean to him. I just have no qualms whatsoever in adjusting the attitudes of those who annoy me. You just have a thing for redheads.”

 

“Eh. If that's the case, I'll take the hot little German from Schwarz instead. At least he's fun to play with. I'm afraid Abyssinian is going to pop a microchip at any given moment. And all that angst gives me a headache.”

 

“Just don't get her started on Berserker. I'm a little worried about her fetish in that area.”

 

“I like to live dangerously.”

 

“Since you're no longer alive, it's kind of a moot point.”

 

“Okay, you two. I have to get going.”

 

“Gotcha. Maybe we can get Bombay to hack back into the system and put in the correct number of kills we have.”

 

“Do we even know at this point?”

 

“I know we have over a thousand for just this year.”

 

“Bye, Gran. Lunch on Thursday. Bring the husbands.”

 

“Providing I can get the suit out of the office. Sure.”