Léon: The Cat Killer

What else could she say...? She had to continue her work!

PS: Waaaaaah, kitty

After looking around, perhaps Fran is the most similar to Nana's design... Medic's original CG is fine, but Nana's eyes are blue like Agent 47's.

PS2: Information that can be made public... Although Huang and Susuluo are equally important supporting characters in the current stage... why does it feel like Huang has no presence, while Susuluo always unconsciously acts cute... which then attracted all of the author's attention.

No, I feel like if I don't give Huang a chance to be alone soon, 77 might really team up with a doctor to go out and fight the natural disaster.

PS3: As I wake up later and later each day, my update time is also getting later and later... I have to catch up on the active storylines... Dead storylines are a dead end...

The Mystery of Medic 2: 032 Departure from Ship

September 1, 1091, was a day highlighted on the Medic terminal calendar.

Of course, this isn't a commemoration of how the weapon he raised suddenly changed from a pistol to a crossbow when his unlucky boss opened the door, nor is it, as Kate and Cole claimed, a commemoration of Medic giving the kitten his first gift...

In the end, all that Kal'tsit was up to do was to activate the only workshop on Rhodes Island just to make a small bamboo dragonfly toy... Medic kept his head down and walked around Kal'tsit that day, afraid of being stopped and scolded for wasting electricity.

However... although Kal'tsit's expression when looking at the cat killer these past few days seems to be looking at something strange, their cooperation and work are progressing smoothly.

On the first day of this new month, Medic finally had some free time in the medical department... Yes, the kitten's in-depth physical examination could finally begin.

"...At the same time, it's also almost time to execute your 'Operation Reserve Group' plan..."

After tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Kal'tsit watched as the kitten, who was quite calm and even obedient under Sussuro's guidance and with Amiya's company, entered the examination equipment. She then focused her attention on the 'older sister' of the troubled kittens:

"The route change plan has been approved by the Colombian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the new navigation certification code has been uploaded, and the temporary maintenance stop location has been changed from Cast Iron City to Ticalendo... But here, two problems have arisen."

"You say……"

Seeing that the bandage on her left eye had been replaced with a medical goggles, and that Medic's attitude was inexplicably respectful, Kal'tsit's expression remained unchanged.

Just a few days ago, she quietly sneaked into my room and carried me to bed. Logically, our relationship should have become closer, but her daily behavior... makes it seem like there's an inexplicable barrier between us.

The circling cat ears also conveyed Kal'tsit's doubts. Fortunately, the two did not encounter any problems in carrying out the mission. Kal'tsit assumed that this strange behavior was due to Medic's shy personality.

"The Ironforge we were originally heading to is an industrial city in Columbia. While its shipbuilding capabilities aren't as advanced as Victoria's, they're sufficient to provide system maintenance for Rhodes Island... But given the current route and the original timeline, Rhodes Island probably won't be able to secure the scheduled overhaul and outfitting by the end of this year..."

Although Kal'tsit's words seemed to carry a hint of resentment, considering what Medic had done and the circumstances of her arrival at Rhodes Island... the cat-slayer knew that the doctor in front of her was not such a superficial person, so Medic didn't pay attention to these seemingly sarcastic remarks.

"But Kal'tsit, you still agreed."

"Yes... manpower, ship readiness, and material reserves... these are all things Rhodes Island is currently lacking. Although Ticalendo doesn't have a large enough dock for Rhodes Island to install subsystems, they have extensive material exchanges as a trading city-state of Columbia. Using our status as a Contingency Contract partner, we can procure small equipment there and obtain substantial supplies..."

"So, while we can't handle the outfitting on the first and second decks that requires a slipway to continue... we can still improve our living conditions during the voyage... So, should we do the remaining outfitting in Kazdel?"

"Kazdel...there are no modern shipyards there...so I've decided to wait until the severe winter cold snap in Colombia subsides before setting off from Kazdel to Rembiton..."

Taking out the PRTS terminal and looking at Kal'tsit's annotations for next year's land-based ship plan, Medic toyed with the ends of his hair, pondering for a long time. It was extremely difficult for just two people to complete the analysis work for dozens of shipbuilding personnel. Geology, climate, international regulations, and a whole host of other factors quickly flashed through the cat-killer's mind… After such consideration, Medic finally nodded. Theoretically, this plan… had no problems.

"Rembiton's transportation is quite convenient. We can continue to complete the Rhodes Island landship there while also refining the Operations Reserve Group plan... I think it's fine."

He agreed, but when he looked up, Medic found that Kal'tsit was still staring at him intently.

“…Kal’tsit?”

“Medic…you should be able to tell that we’re hiding something from you…”

"I do not mind."

"Hmm... But there are some things I think you really should know... Kazdel is a location that won't appear on any country's map. People generally think it's the beginning of the war, or simply the ruins where the Sarkaz fled... Contrary to your expectations, what we're doing there isn't some kind of business... We're doing something that others would consider greedy. We can't fight against the harsh reality; our ideals are crumbling there..."

Looking at Kal'tsit, whose dark circles remained unchanged, Medic remained silent. The atmosphere around his potted plant-colored boss was extremely heavy. The cat killer, who had always believed that he had been protected by his manager and had only recently begun to think for himself, was completely at a loss for words.

“Rhodes Island…it is our escape route in the event of failure, the ship that carries our ideals…so no matter what, this ship must not sink…”

"You want me to protect it? Then we need to sign a contract."

"...The lessons learned from the ICA are right here. Your experience has shown that a contract itself has no binding force... Therefore, I still hope that you can wholeheartedly support us... I hope that this ship can also become your home."

"also?"

Seeing Medic's cat ears droop in confusion, Kal'tsit smiled slightly, a rare occurrence.

"Yes, this is my home now."

Kal'tsit's words once again caused Medic's mind to go blank... She didn't quite understand why this potted plant-colored cat would say such a thing to her... Did she mean that she wanted to become family with her?

Medic thought he was just overthinking things, after all, the workaholic Kal'tsit had already thrown himself into the next round of work... As the in-depth examination officially began, the kitten was put under anesthesia, and Medic vaguely realized that he had become a superfluous person here... The examination room with fully automated equipment didn't actually need his help. Before figuring out Kal'tsit's strange remarks, Medic decided to go to his office to see if there were any new people who could be squeezed into the action reserve team.

"Well then, Amiya... I'll leave the kitten to you."

After patting the head of the little bunny who had been listening in for a while and whose cheeks were also flushed for some reason, Medic's back seemed to be running away.

...

... kuang

……different

September 1, 1091, 10:00 AM Columbia Time, Rhode Island Personnel Department. (Neighbor)

Compared to the new office a week ago, Medic's room now looks like... an 'office'... Part 1

Simply placing various paper files required for record-keeping on empty shelves, a minor change in decor, transformed a room that previously resembled a warehouse into one filled with the atmosphere of paperwork. (Sob)

And 10 a.m. is a rare free time...

By this time, Medic has usually completed a phase of work, and Sussuro, who only works in the medical department, has almost finished his rounds of patients in the Oripathy ward. This time also coincides with the operations department finishing their morning training… After a few days of testing, Medic's office would welcome his friends on Rhodes Island around this time. IV

But neither Sussuruo, who comes to Medic's desk every day for tea, nor Huang, who collapses onto the sofa as soon as she gets to the office, probably knows... that the two of them have already crossed the typical social distance that Medic usually sets for the concept of 'friends' in his life.

People who suddenly appear beside you without a word, people you might run into anytime during the other 20 hours of the day (excluding the 4 hours you sleep)... are they really just friends? Ugh.

Medic was unaware; she could only passively deal with these… 'friends'.

"...So, Medic, you're about to disembark...to pick someone up?"

Setting down her stainless steel camping mug, Susuru looked at the not-so-secret ship course changes in front of her with a somewhat lonely expression; even her pink fox ears drooped.

“Driving from the Colombian border to Letania’s mobile city, even at top speed, would take at least…” X

"At least three days... and that's assuming good road conditions and you can keep the accelerator floored..."

To provide a professional answer to Sussuro, who rarely ventured into the wilderness, Huang, who was lying in bed recovering her strength but was still radiating a lot of heat even while resting, struggled to get up:

“Don’t worry, Sussuro. In the end, Medic is just going to pick someone up. The Rhodes Island main ship is in Ticalland. If there’s any problem on Letania’s side, we can just send the landship over there… That’s what we did when we picked Medic up.”

"Hmm... I wasn't worried... It's just that if Medic leaves... what about Kal'tsit-senpai's work..."

Seeing Sussuruo's face gradually turn terrified, Medic mimicked Kal'tsit's smile and then uttered the words Sussuruo least wanted to hear:

"Well, it'll probably fall to you, since I don't see any available medical staff... Don't worry about it, it's just monitoring data from a few thousand drug trials a day..."

"You think I'm like you?!"

Although she let out an indescribable little fox scream, Susuluo soon realized that even her protests were futile... She was about to face an overtime hell that was even more terrifying than physical training.

Ignoring the fox-shaped pastry on the desk, Huang swayed her cat tail and focused her attention with interest on Medic, who seemed to be filling out disembarkation paperwork.

"So, has Medic chosen his teammates?"

"Teammates...can't we just not have them? Why is it that you're both Kal'tsit, and I always have to find teammates when we're on missions..."

She's actually better at acting alone... Kal'tsit knows that perfectly well.

Helplessly, he hovered the terminal cursor over the red-highlighted document returned by Kal'tsit... Rhodes Island regulations stipulate that field personnel must operate in squad mode, but the problem is, where does Medic get squads...? If you really have to name one, the kitten currently lying in the treatment room getting a checkup would count...

The Bruce family orphan, along with the Bruce family ghosts, uses telekinesis combined with multiple wills for cover... Cole and Kate have discussed this combat combination, and even Medic has to admit how tricky it is... However, because the actual combination is too bizarre, and Nana and Cole don't really want the kitten to participate in actual combat... Medic hasn't considered taking the little guy on field missions.

Although Huang didn't know what the patient with the medical eye patch on her left eye was thinking, just based on the fact that she couldn't see with her left eye... it was impossible to let her go to the wilderness alone.

With a sigh, Huang leaped up and performed a front flip, landing steadily in front of Medic's desk.

"So, how about considering me? Although I still can't handle both my primary roles as a spellcaster and a raider... I can do either one on my own..."

As he spoke, Huang glanced at the weeping little fox and continued:

"Besides, you're injured yourself. A doctor can't heal himself. Let's bring the little fox along too!"

Hearing Huang suddenly mention her, Susuluo looked up in confusion, then her gaze turned to one of sudden understanding, and the little fox raised her hand high:

"Yes! Me! Take me with you!"

"Huang is at least a full-fledged operator... Sussuro, aren't you still an intern?"

"Internship... Can't an internship involve fieldwork? We'd personally like to team up with you anyway... It wouldn't hurt to submit a report and ask, right? But Kal'tsit-senpai is currently examining the kitten... It's uncertain whether she'll be free to help out..."

Medic couldn't find any fault with Sussurro's statement, so Killer Cat honestly filled out the departure documents again, adding the names of Blaze and Sussurro to the teammates' side.

Actually, if it were to go on fieldwork... 'Nana' would prefer to have Warfarin accompany her... as it would be easier.

As for whether Kal'tsit would have time to reply, Medic never worried about that... That lynx was very good at making use of spare time, or rather... Kal'tsit rarely let Medic be idle during working hours.

Hearing the notification sound indicating that the application had been approved, Medic shrugged at the dumbfounded big cat and little fox:

"Your application has been approved. You'll have about two hours to hand over your work and pack your bags... I'll just wait for you by the elevator."

Watching Medic pick up his satchel, then sling his pre-prepared bag over his shoulder and prepare to leave, Huang and Susuluo stared at each other blankly. Then their communicators started ringing like crazy... It was obvious that Ace and Touch were calling to ask what was going on.

But none of this had anything to do with Medic. The black-haired cat was currently on a video call with Kal'tsit... She had only wanted to check on the kitten's condition before leaving, but she hadn't expected Kal'tsit to start chatting with her.

[Although this mission was just to pick someone up, now that you've left the ship, you should remain vigilant... Your identity is very important to Rhodes Island, but I won't emphasize that here.]

The relationship between the heads of various cities on Rhodes Island and the Rhodes Island main fleet is delicate. They have been away from the land-based ships for a long time. Although they still outwardly agree with our ideals, the company headquarters' relationship with them is more like that of agents who hire people to manage local affairs. You just need to focus on their job duties, but you can't guarantee their character or personality at headquarters...

[But when you meet with them, you're representing Rhodes Island headquarters... This doesn't mean you should blindly trust them, but also don't show any suspicion... As long as they don't violate the company's bottom-line rules, our cooperation with them can continue... You decide the appropriate course of action.]

While waiting for her two companions and listening to Kal'tsit's 'admonition', Medic rubbed her temples; she felt a little dizzy.

"...All I understood was 'I have a lot of power'?"

Tilting his head, Medic continued:

"So, as long as you bring those three children back, that'll be fine... Even though it's only three people, two with mild symptoms and one who isn't infected, they'll definitely be of help to you."

[...When you cross the temporary border of Londinium this time, you must remember that you are going to bring three poor people with nowhere else to live on Rhodes Island... That utilitarian idea of ​​bringing in the Rhodesians based solely on manpower carries a strong sense of coercion... This kind of result-oriented thinking will blind you to your own shortcomings... Medic, what we are doing is a just cause, don't become the kind of person you hate most.]

Kal'tsit's words silenced the assassin cat for a moment, and seeing Medic's slightly unfocused gaze, Kal'tsit said nothing more. She took out her phone and showed Medic the cat's current monitoring data...

[On the landship, I'll take good care of the kitten... Just remember, you're no longer just a killer used as a weapon. Aside from my high expectations for you, and the fact that you're injured... you're still Matilda's only remaining family... So, don't take any risks, and be extremely careful... Communication ended.]

Holding the terminal, Medic sighed as he watched the two people running towards him with large and small bags on their backs in the distance. Then he smiled and gestured for the elevator... As for the vehicle, Kal'tsit had Kroos prepare it in advance.

As the three of them simultaneously covered their ears, started the Originium engine vehicle, and left the landship, accompanied by the ship's announcement that the Medic team had disembarked, Kal'tsit, sitting in front of the terminal in the treatment room, was momentarily distracted.

"...I hope everything goes well..."

P.S.: I'll stop here for now and write another chapter later.

The Mystery of Medic 2: Action Plan 033

Leaving the unfinished elevator at the bottom of Rhodes Island was truly torturous for the hearing-sensitive Felins. Of course, judging from Sussurro's hands covering her ears and her teeth clenched, the industrial noise treated Volper the same way.

And it wasn't until Huang floored the accelerator that the dust kicked up by the land-based ship's running gear completely obscured the entire vessel in the rearview mirror, and the small urban mobility vehicle the three of them were riding in finally entered its original working environment... this land.

"Phew... One day I'll definitely drive a car with proper sound insulation... like an expedition support vehicle."

With her long black hair tied into a single ponytail like a well-behaved girl, Huang Da Maomao knew about the expeditionary support vehicle Medic... It was a large vehicle often used to explore the endless desert of the Foehn Hot Land and to transport supplies to the research station in the far north ice field... It was often as long as sixteen meters and as tall as ten meters, and in extreme situations it could even be used as a land-based supply vehicle.

As for those vehicles, whether civilian or military models... destroyers equipped with naval guns, they all have a complete set of living and bathing facilities inside... Compared to the soundproofing that Huang craves, Medic wants a comfortable long-distance journey.

It seems the aircraft Kal'tsit mentioned hasn't been delivered yet, otherwise the assassin would have just flown there by plane, instead of being stuck in this beat-up little car for three days.

"...So with the expeditionary support vehicle, Rhodes Island wouldn't need to change its course, and we'd have plenty of time to set off and catch up with the main Rhodes Island ship...Unfortunately, with even the ship's outfitting not yet complete, let's not think about such unrealistic things."

As he spoke, Medic opened the document bag he had prepared earlier and took out three printed photos... He first sent them to Susuluo to look at, then clipped them to the document bag and threw them onto the dashboard that Huang Neng could see.

"These are the three people Medic is planning to recruit?"

"To be precise, they are the only three people who are willing to leave their homes, publicly reveal their status as infected individuals, and continue their social activities based on that."

With a sigh, Medic glanced at Sussuruo beside him... If Sussuruo hadn't told him about her experience joining Rhodes Island, Medic probably wouldn't have been able to find these three people.

Hearing Medic's sigh, Huang, who was driving, asked in confusion:

"Did you misrepresent the workload of the medical department as that of ordinary positions when you were introducing Medic to people? The workload of ordinary workers and clerks at Rhode Island is actually quite normal."

"...Rhodes Island's ordinary workers...you mean the people scattered throughout the pharmaceutical factories, right?...Kal'tsit is in charge of those places, I didn't know...but you said 'clerks'...Rhodes Island has clerks?"

“I occasionally do guest work, and speaking of the highest-ranking clerk on Rhodes Island right now...aren't you Medic yourself?”

"...Do you think my workload is normal, Yilin Lingqisi?"

Seeing the kitten's question, Huang shrank back and stopped talking... As for Susuluo, she chose to remain silent when the topic of overtime came up.