>The room was dimly lit. A single lamp hung from the ceiling above a large, oval shaped desk. Around the table sat a group of men, each wearing a black suit. There were a total of eight. In front of each man was a leather portfolio, some were open, some were closed. The men seemed to be deep in a discussion, a meeting of some sort.
>All this was noted by a figure kneeling on the roof of the building these men were meeting in, looking down through the vaulted glass ceiling.
>This figure was dressed in a white dress shirt, wearing black pants, and a black apron, giving it the appearance of a waiter at a fancy restaurant. The defining trait of this figure, other than it's androgynous, lanky form, was it's hair. It was extremely long, going down to the figure's waist. At first glance, it would seem to be completely black, except for two white spots at the top. However, after looking closer, one would see that only the outer layer of hair was black. The inner layer was also white. Paired with the figure's white and black clothing, together it gave the figure the appearance of a killer whale.
>And that was exactly what this figure was. The figure was a man named Orca. A mercenary working for the highest bidder, no matter if they were good or bad. Despite the five long years that he had been on Rigel Prima and the many, many jobs he had done over those years, he had kept a low profile.
>These six men were his current targets. They were top agents for a crime syndicate in Lumina, which also happened to be the city that they, and Orca, were in right now.
>Orca did not know why these guys were targeted, or what they were doing in this little meeting, and he did not care. It was just a job. Disrupt the meeting, kill the men, burn the files in those little portfolios, and report back.
>Orca grimaced at the though of the needless killing. These men... could be anyone. They could have families. They could be good people outside of the organization they were a part of. He did not like killing if there were other options. But he had accepted this job, and he was going to complete it.
>He stood up from his kneeling position and placed one of his hands on a glass pane. The other hand he clenched into a fist and pulled back, ready to punch through and drop in on the meeting.
>He swung his fist forward... and his cellphone rang. His fist stopped a centimeter from the glass, his arm shaking slightly as it stopped quickly. Thankfully the men in the room below did not seem to hear the ringing. Orca shook his head and sighed softly.
<I thought I silenced that...
>He thought to himself as he stepped back away from the glass and unclenched his fist. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the screen and answering the call:Yeoboseyo
>The voice that spoke on the other side of the line made Orca's eyes widen slightly. It was a voice he had never expected to hear again.
, Orca, old friend. I have some news."
>Orca's eyes narrowed a moment later, and he frowned slightly.
Songha. What do you want?
"How rude, Orca, you've changed a lot since we last saw each other."
Answer the question, Songha. I do not wish to talk to ghosts longer than necessary.
>The voice scoffed.
"Regardless, I'm calling as a friend. I think you might be interested to know that FORK-"
>Orca interrupted suddenly, anger slight in his voice.
I do not care
about FORK, Songha, Dana is not my problem anym-
>The voice interrupted him back, but it was calm, even almost amused at Orca's anger.
"FORK is expanding into Town, Orca."
>Orca's mouth clamped shut and he ground his teeth together.
"I thought that would mean something to you. Don't you think it's about time to end your self-imposed exile and return to the place you arrived here at?"
>Orca was silent for several moments, and it seemed for a moment like he wasn't going to reply. But then;
I do not know how you are alive, or how you know all this... but... you are right.
>Orca sighed heavily.
I hoped I wouldn't have to deal with Dana again... but it's too dangerous for her. Town is dangerous for any criminals.
>He almost grimaced as he said criminals, his stomach turning. Despite the differences between them, the many fights they had with each other, KNIFE vs SPOON, Orca respected Dana's heroics. But now, to think of Dana as someone as lowly as himself... He shook his head. Best not to dwell on the past or what could be. She had chosen a new path. A choice that Orca never had himself.
I appreciate the heads up, Songha.
>The smile of the man on the other end of the line was obvious in his reply.
"It is no problem, Orca. And don't think too hard about me being alive. I'll be in touch again eventually, and we can talk more. Annyeong
>Orca frowned again.Annyeong.
>And the line went dead.
>Orca put the phone back in his pocket and looked down at the men gathered in the room below. Whatever meeting they were having seemed to be wrapping up now.
>But by this time, Orca had other things to worry about than a small job in Lumina. He turned away from the window and walked to the edge of the building and jumped off. He landed in the alleyway in a crouch, the asphalt cracking beneath his shoes.
>He stood up and brushed himself off, then ran a hand through his hair. It was time to return to Town, it seemed.
Back to Equestria it is, then.
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