Chapter 170.


    <strong>Chapter 170. Operation: Supernova (1/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After Ms. Angel of Death departed for the second time today, I sat around and mulled over everything. My thoughts eventually turned to the events that transpired on the day of Operation Supernova which yielded this awful end result where I became Ms. Angel of Death’s boyfriend.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I cursed and pondered over how I could have avoided this situation. It was a form of self-reflection after the fact. Going back to that day, was there really anything I could have done differently though?


    <span style="font-weight:400">No.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt I’d done everything in my power to ensure there was no way she’d have any clues. The fact that this was the end result was quite literally the direct result of Ms. Angel of Death’s stubbornness and inability to let sleeping dogs lie.


    <span style="font-weight:400">...


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, are you there?” I called out to her over the phone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The time, early morning before the sun had risen. The day, Sunday; it was a day before the start of the second semester.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You tracked him down as I asked you to on New Year''s Day, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes, I hadn’t been moving alone. I’d enlisted Rosa’s assistance from day one. She was someone reliable that I trusted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Were you able to sneak in without any problems yesterday?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I infiltrated in disguise as room service as you suggested. I wore a wig and everything. As requested, there’s no chance he’d ever recognize me. I confirmed he kept hisptop in his hotel and not where his family lived. I also confirmed there was a password on it but I couldn’t get into it since there wasn’t enough time to try anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s fine, as long as he wasn’t alerted that anything was up, it’s all good. I can take care of that on my own. Were you able to make a copy of his keycard?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I snatched his card while cleaning up the room and was able to record the maic signature from it. I used it to make a copy for you, it should be under the pillow in your room. I slipped it under it while you were asleep. Since doing that, I’ve been keeping an eye on the target remotely via the camera on one of my drones from Alicia’s room through myptop. The drone is currently connected to a public Wifiwork on the adjacent building’s rooftop. It’s presently plugged into a charging station I set up, I can remotely disconnect it from the charging station at any time in case of an emergency.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And the hotel cameras?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was able to sneak into the security room when the guard went on lunch to delete the security footage of me. I set it up so the monitors would disy footage from the week prior today so you don’t need to worry about being recorded by them. All the cameras will be off for the day. When the following dayes, they’ll just assume it was malfunctioning. The log system for room entry will also be temporarily down during this time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you too amazing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was brought up by two assassins. They took me all around the world since I was young, teaching me all sorts of tricks in the process. Such little matters are trivial.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d used her drone all day on New Year''s Day to track down our target and find out where he was staying. The following day, while I was busy with my own preparations, she’d gone undercover to do all of this at my request.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was truly amazing. Was she really the same age as me? Sure, she was initially bad academically, but as an assassin, her skill set was top notch in my mind. I was so inferior that it wasn’t even funny.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I also left a special two-way radio under your pillow as well. We’ll use that tomunicate while you''re there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t it too far away to reach here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The radio is connected to my first drone set up across from the hotel so it will be close enough for me to send and receive messages from here. It will be encrypted and sent over the public wifiwork to me. I have a secondary drone that will be tailing the target once he’s on the move. That one is connected to a cellr datawork through my phone. I’ll only send it out once the target leaves the hotel. I’ll be able to bothmunicate to you his location and keep an eye on the target this way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks, that’s perfect.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Make sure you don’t bring your personal mobile phone into his room. Don’t bring it into the building at all. As for yourptop, keep it disconnected and offline, do not connect it to anyworks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know.” Honestly, we were probably being far more careful than we needed to. The target was a dumbass, however, the ones we were most concerned about were the police. They would be involved in this whole affair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good, I will have Irene run interference if he’s returning and you’re not out yet. She’s experienced as both a hostess and barista, so she’s quite skilled with such things. She’s someone I consider very reliable if an emergency situation presents itself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You told Irene?” I was a bit surprised when Rosa informed me of that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, she’s only aware up to the point that we may need her to keep this person busy if I give her the signal. She’s willing to miss out on some time at work in the worst case. I told her I’dpensate her for any lost hours. Either way, she has l free time on Sunday up until 3:30 PM because of you now. When I told her this request was for you, she easily agreed, no questions asked. She even seemed a bit excited that she could help. You sure are loved.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s only excited because it sounds interesting.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is interesting.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is she in disguise?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, you don’t need to worry about that. She will be in disguise in the event she needs to approach him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But what the hell did this guy do to piss you off so much that you’re going through all this effort for? You still haven’t told me anything. You just came up and told me on New Year’s Day to track him down and do all this without exining a single thing. I’ll naturally do it since I love you, but I’d at least like to know a bit. He’s just some stupid celebrity, right? Did he spit on your mother’s grave or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He actually hasn’t done anything to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah! Are you just doing this for fun? Destroying a celebrity''s entire career because you had nothing better to do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There is a reason, it’s just difficult to exin.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you get jealous because he’s good-looking? Is it something petty? Did he maybe look at one of us the wrong way and you took offense to that? Is that why you wanted to make sure he doesn’t recognize me in the future? Are you afraid he’d hit on me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… this guy has a history of sleeping around a lot. He’s… also raped someone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What! He’s raped someone!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shhhhh. Quiet down. Either way, he’s a piece of shit who’s about to be exposed as a disgusting cheater and rapist. There’s no need to show mercy. Personally, I don’t care about the entire cheating or rape ordeal, but his actions would stir up a lot of problems in the city if I didn’t do anything about him. My peaceful times would be disrupted. I’m only doing this so I can rx.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who’d he rape exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s ssified information. The less people who know, the better. The person he raped is… very vicious. If I didn’t have to get involved, I wouldn’t. All I’ll say is someone nned tomit suicide to destroy this person after they were raped. She would drag him into the grave with her if need be. The aftermath would be pretty awful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So the evidence is on theptop?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I already have all the evidence I need. The reason I need to get ess to hisptop is actually to delete something and rece it with something else. If he bes aware something fishy is up and feels cornered in the next few days, he may self-destruct and cause an even bigger mess by releasing that video.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. It makes sense why you’re going through all this extra effort when you already have the incriminating evidence.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, I’ll be a bit busy for a while. If there’s movement, text me ASAP.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, no problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bye.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just bye?” It sounded like she was pouting on the other end of the call. We were actually both home, but we were still talking through the phone. It was early morning and I’d been finishing up my own preparations.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Love you. Bye.” Helpless, I gave her what she wanted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh. That’s much better. Love you too~ bye~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The call cut out.