Chapter 8: The mysterious power of cocoa milk

I can’t enter.

This brat Abhi cut our communications to watch his cartoons or play video games, and now I can’t get home from the secret passage.

If he doesn’t open me up, the cocoa milk will get cold!

With the motorboat, I normally can get inside an infamous giant pipe in the suburbs that leads to the sewers. From there I can navigate myself toward our apartment, and only a reinforced door blocks the way to our basement.

Unfortunately, the door can only be opened from an inside mechanism, so I’m currently stuck outside and my associate doesn’t pick up my call despite the many times I ring.

The ladder to get to the surface is nearby, but I don’t want any neighbor to see me in my working clothes.

It’s not even a question of fashion, this hideout is really neat so I don’t want to move away again because of some suspicions.

But I can’t stay down there any longer, the smell is unbearable and watching this closed door is too frustrating.

So, I go up the ladder and pray that the late hour will play in my favor and no one sees me.

I get out of the manhole cover that leads to the yard in front of our building. I look left and right and head swiftly into the apartment.

Thinking back, today’s work didn’t last long, only a few hours, yet so many things happened… I’m physically and mentally exhausted.

I try not to think about it but the mission is a failure and I almost died. I knew being a bodyguard wasn’t something for me. I should go back to my old job.

“Ah… I need a shower… And my coco-”

“Ah, good evening…”

Holy fuck he startled me! It’s the old neighbor from above… AND HE SAW ME!

“Oh, haha, hello there… What brings you in front of our door at this late hour?”

I’m actually this close to murder him and hide his body in the sewers.

“Hm, you see, my wife and I have nothing against you inviting some friends, but we were wondering if you could ask them to make a bit less of a ruckus. We can hear them from everywhere in the building and I had to pause my favorite show to warn you. I might get blind but I’m not deaf yet!”

What the hell is this geezer talking about?! He’s probably senile, I don’t have to take him seriously. I’m confident that no one can get inside without my notice, so it must be Abhi who forgot to switch his headphones on while watching movies or something.

“We’re really sorry about the noise.” I say, smiling. “I’m going to tell my friends to stop.”

Whose friends? Abhi doesn’t have friends, even though I would really like it if he could make friends his age and invite them home. But not tonight, I’m exhausted.

“Good, thank you. Please be careful next time.” He says while pushing the button for the elevator.

“Naturally, you won’t have to worry again.”

Because next time you come, I blow your head up, burn all your hair and your fingerprints, give your genitals to a tiger in the zoo and sell your organs and teeth on the dark web.

I won’t let anyone ruin this perfect hideout!

I wait until he gets inside the elevator and starts moving upward before entering our flat.

The lights are off but that doesn’t mean nobody is there. Abhi dislikes illuminated places so it’s been a habit to live with as few lights as possible. It’s also more discreet.

I find my cocoa milk patiently waiting in a softly warmed pot.

I gently mix it with a wooden spoon until it gets homogeneous and then pour it in a mug.

I carry it to my lips and… It’s delicious.

The preparation is exactly as I taught him, from the quantities to the slow heating technique. He has been a diligent boy, I should buy him some cakes tomorrow…

I take the mug with me and head into the computer’s room to thank him but I find it empty.

Weird, I would have bet he is there.

What the…

My heart twinges. I walked on some mud, and looking back, there are some weird traces on the floor all the way from the entrance.

Is there someone else here? No way, Abhi…

I rush to the basement and grab my bras and panties in my hurry to open the gate.

I precipitately bite my right glove off, press my fingerprints and type the secret code on the pad before the lock lifts with a click.

So, I finally open it with my heart running at 200 bpm…

“Hehehe, so what do you think of this one? No, that one! What do you think of that one?”

The scene that is unfolding before me is beyond comprehension.

Abhi is abundantly sweating over the table of operations, trying his best to save the old man’s life by extracting every single piece of melted plastic out of his body and stitching the open wounds on his own. He’s switching between tweezers, needles and scissors with his usual dexterity, but I feel from his facial expression that he’s close to his limits and is about to lose all forms of sanity.

The cause of this is that imbecile of a girl who ended up coming here anyway and has been doing some kind of stupid defile with all the different wigs and hats that I’m keeping here as disguises for my missions.

“D-do something… Schwa…”

So, she was not a traitor after all, but as a spectator of this disaster I almost wish she was.

 

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“Mwahaha, so do I look good? Oh, hey it’s Boobies, you took your sweet time! Such a cool place you have there, I’m in awe! Where did you find such fancy hats?! I look like a cute anime girl, and is that a scimitar? Oh, why are you holding your underwear like that? Don’t worry I didn’t touch them-”

She grabs my left hand with her own and wrenches my shoulder before I have time to react.

Twisting my arm with such speed and strength, I lose my balance, she only needs to give a small impulsion on my shin bones with her right foot for me to trip and fall on my knees. In the same movement she swept my legs with, she lifts hers all the way above my head, tracing an impeccable semicircle in the air, then drops it on my nape and slowly squeezes with the sheer strength of her calf muscles until I can barely breathe.

Keeping her upper body straight on a single leg like a professional ice skater even after doing such broad movements and despite my escape attempts, she makes a beautiful effortless neck lock, using her remaining arm as a counterweight.

With my arm and neck stuck in her grip, I am perfectly subjugated without any counterplay possible.

“I-I always wanted to learn to do that…” I say with difficulties.

“You fucking moron, drop the Talwar, it’s not a toy for the likes of you.”

If the thing she’s talking about is that saber, I obey and drop it on the ground.

She proceeds to take the wig and hat off my head with her right hand and throws them away.

“Do you remember what I said when we left each other?”

“If I’m going to be okay? Well, I’m fine as you can see so if you could-”

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“BEFORE!” She says as her leg squeezes harder on my neck.

“G-g-g-g-go eat in a restaurant! But I told you I don’t have money so-”

“DON’T. TOUCH. ANYTHING.”

“Ouch ouch ouch!” It gets really painful so I try to stop her leg with my remaining hand but her grip is too strong.

“DON’T. SPEAK. TO. MY. PARTNER. WHILE. HE. WORKS.”

I start tapping on her leg like a martial artist saying they surrender.

“AND. GO. AWAY.”

She stops her grip and pulls me up on my feet, which gives me room to breathe only to kick me out of the Batcave that locks itself behind me.

“Scary…” I murmur while massaging my neck.

Well, I’ll just find something to keep myself busy upstairs.

I would have liked to watch anime on Abhi’s stuff but I would pierce the ocular globes of anyone who touched my knife without my permission so I’m empathic enough not to do that with others.

I sit in the living room and notice a warm mug of cocoa milk on the table that reminds me of my own thirst and hunger after tonight’s emotions.

“A sip won’t kill…”

What a divine taste… How do they make that? What brand of cocoa is it?

The milk is soft and creamy like having a cloud in your mouth and the chocolate doesn’t give any bitter aftertaste.

The sweetness perfectly satiates my palate and a bunch of unwelcome memories come bursting out in my head.

It’s been years since I haven’t tasted something like that.

It’s like…

A mother’s embrace…

Lying further on the sofa, I close my eyes.

With tears uncontrollably rolling on my cheeks, I fall into a deep melancholic slumber.

 

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In the dark, highly secured basement, except for occasional words, only the regular sound of heavy inhalations and exhalations can be heard.

The agitation caused by the troublemaker is long gone and the blinding neon got shut down to let the spotlights hanging above the operation table do their work.

With sweat abundantly flowing from our scorching foreheads, we must admit saving our client is revealing itself to be one of the most challenging surgical experiences we’re going through.

We’re standing face to face at the edge of the table, and since we can’t afford vital signs monitors, I’m assisting Abhi by checking the patient’s heart with a stethoscope regularly. I’m keeping a defibrillator nearby in case of necessity.

After five hours that seemed like an eternity, we’re finally taking out the last bit of plastic out of the old man’s leg.

“Tweezers.”

I hand him the tweezers I was holding and he gives me scissors in exchange.

His voice is steady but painful. He grabs the last piece of plastic with dexterity and by moving the skin apart with his left hand, he removes it from the muscle successfully.

I grab the basket I’m keeping near my foot and stretch it to Abhi so he can throw the bloody foreign body inside along all its comrades.

He proceeds to throw the tweezers above his shoulder, most likely because he’s sick of this and is glad it’s almost over.

Taking the needle and string from his blouse’s pocket, he skillfully stitches the last open wound as I fall to the ground from exhaustion.

“Schwa…”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.” I give as an excuse.

The ice cold of the basement’s floor helps me cool my overheated body and I truly feel like I’m about to fall asleep.

“I need the scissors.” He finally says.

So, I throw them in the air.

“Hey-”

He doesn’t even have the strength to yell at me.

So, the scissors flip in the air before getting caught in extremis from the handle nearly hitting the patient.

“We almost did all that for nothing.” He sighs.

“I trust your superhuman reflexes.”

I laugh with my eyes closed and the last scissors cut clang is followed by a thud.

He probably decided to sleep on the ground too…

“We should install a bed here… For the next time…” He murmurs.

“A sofa would be more useful…”

“But we already have one upstairs.”

“We also have beds upstairs, you know?”

“You’re right… We should install a TV too…”

“You’re kidding? We need a vitals monitor, I got sick of checking his heart every minute. We should also buy oxygen masks and the equipment to make intravenous infusions. And blood, we ran out of donor blood.”

“Are we turning into a clinic?”

“Maybe we should, we would actually make money!”

Loud easygoing laughter is followed by a peaceful silence.

In our incapacity to resist our strain any longer, we quietly fall asleep.

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