Sophie carried me all the way to my apartment door, where she fished my key from my pocket and unlocked the door with a minimal amount of fiddling.

Thank goodness no one is out at this time, cause I really don't want to explain why a girl in a maid outfit is carrying my injured self into my apartment room.

That conversation, no matter where it went, would just be awkward.

Sophie laid me onto my bed. As she went over to my measly closet, I pulled off my ski mask and threw it to the side, taking deep breaths. She reached above the closet and pulled out the small medical kit that was set on top.

She walked back to the bed, placing down the medical kit and grabbing my pants. In one swift move she pulled them off and threw them to the side.

"Hold on, at least take me on a date first." I lightly chuckled with a wince.

"You're injured, Master." Sophie simply stated.

Blood dripped down from my thigh, trailing down my leg and now onto the bed. Goodbye, my perfectly gray sheets...

She cleaned up the area, revealing the bleeding and open wound in my thigh. She quickly pulled out stitches, getting to work on my injury. I grit my teeth as she quickly and expertly used the stitches to close the wound. She then covered the stitches with a bandage.

"Please sit up and raise your arms." Sophie requested. "So I can take off your shirt and hoodie."

I slowly sat up, nodding as I raised my arms. She pulled the sweatshirt and shirt off, throwing the clothes to the side and leaving me in just my underwear.

Usually I'd be embarrassed but the pain is kinda overtaking that feeling. Reminds me of that stereotypical dream of going to school in your underwear. How terrifying! I get that dream sometimes and I didn't even go to school.

"Stay still, Master." Sophie stated.

I simply nodded. She cleaned the outside of one of the wounds on my torso. I tensed up a little from the stinging, before relaxing my body once more.

She pulled out a pair of tweezers, before slowly pulling out the small piece of glass. She deposited it to the side on the table, put a bandaid over the small wound, and then moved onto cleaning the next wound.

After three more of those, she then cleaned and bandaged the two scratches across my body, and then moved towards my back.

She cleaned the first glass wound on my back as she spoke up. "You have a small tattoo on your back, Master."

Right, that one. On my back, right under my shoulder blade was a small tattoo of a fist pointed downwards with the letter "C" on it.

"I'd get that removed but it'd just be a waste of money." I lightly chuckled. "That's a Cromwell Mafia Family tattoo from when I was with them."

"You never told me that." Sophie stated with that same neutral tone, cleaning the second glass wound on my back.

"Never came up." I replied. "I worked under The Plague for three weeks. The pay wasn't good enough so I left and started working for The Hippo."

"He was murdered after a week and I ended up joining Cromwell." I continued. "After a bad job there I faked my death and started working for Deathhand. He then got canned and that's what led me to Mother Wasp."

"Definitely the best one I've worked for yet." I winced as she pulled out another piece of glass.

"Of course, Master." Sophie replied. "You met me."

"Full of yourself, much?" I smirked. "I don't disagree though."

Sophie didn't respond, instead finishing cleaning and taking care of the final glass shard. After another bandage she stood up, disposing of the bloody glass pieces and returning the medical kit to its former place.

"Thanks Sophie." I smiled. "That would've been much harder on my own."

Sophie nodded at me, before sitting down and staring into space. Once again, can't get a read on her. But after these two weeks I've started to really enjoy and appreciate her company.

It's nice, after being so alone.

I stood up, grabbing some new clothes and entering the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, my decently built body and the various bandages that now littered around it.

I'm despicable. Just look at myself.

He wouldn't be happy-

That's enough out of you.

I sighed, quickly dressing myself in simple clothes. I then washed my face and then limped out of the bathroom and back into the main room of the apartment. I laid back down on my slightly blood-soaked bed, feeling tired.

I've gone up against a lot of things, but that's the first time I've had to go head to head with a superpowered person. Most of the time I just run away or hide, honestly.

Not much a little low-leveled grunt like me could do.

"Sophie, did you get any blood on your outfit?" I asked.

"I did not, Master." She replied.

"That's good." I stated. "Not sure how well my cheap cleaning supplies would work."

I slowly sat back up. "Hey, what information did you get? Anything important?"

Sophie turned towards me. Her eyes unfocused as I assume she started to look through the collected information, before finally they refocused onto me.

"There is some on the so-called 'I-Genome'." Sophie stated. "But most of it was not recovered. It was a series of experiments performed on willing participants."

"Not sure about you, but I doubt that." I replied, resting my chin in my hands. "Continue."

"The goal was to create artificial superpowers in people without the S-Genome." Sophie explained. "The actual data, if it was in the computer, was what I was not able to retrieve."

Just our luck.

"Anything else important?" I asked.

"There are logs here of conversations between Killian Stromford and a Dr. Graven. They seem to be in some sort of unique code, Master." Sophie stated. "It does not match with any known code."

"Not much we can do now except give the information to Mother Wasp." I sighed. "Hopefully it can at least be worth some sort of bonus."

"I apologize, Master." Sophie replied. "I will work on my hacking capabilities in order to complete things quicker."

"You're fine, Sophie." I countered. "You did great. Saved my bacon, too. And I do love myself some bacon."

"Master loves bacon." Sophie stated. "Documented."

"Do you document every little thing I say?" I asked.

"Yes, Master." Sophie nodded. "It is part of my duty as your servant."

And of course, I'm not surprised.

"You know you don't have to be my servant, right?" I replied. "All I did was flick a switch and you awoke."

"But you are my Master." Sophie tilted her head, not seeming to understand what I was saying.

"But I don't have to be." I stated, sitting up and making eye contact with her.

"Do not suggest that, Master." Sophie replied immediately.

"Well, works for me." I shrugged. "You're a huge help, Sophie. I'm glad you're with me. Rather have you than not."

Sophie stared at me for a moment in silence, before giving a nod. "Thank you, Master."

I smiled at her, before laying back onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking it was probably about time I got myself some sleep.

And then, to my annoyance, my current burner phone started ringing. Who the hell is calling me at this time?

"You have to be kidding me." I groaned.

I sat up, reaching over to the table beside the bed and picking up the burner phone. I answered the call, putting the phone near my ear.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Hey Edward, it's me." A familiar voice came through.

And besides, only one person knows me with my Edward persona.

"Davon." I greeted. "You don't usually call. Especially at this time of night."

"No, I usually don't." He agreed. "But there's a job that I think you should take."

"And you're giving me a job offer?" I narrowed my eyes. "What's the catch, Davon?"

"No catch. Just holding up my end of a deal." He replied. "It's an assassination on a Trevor Finkins."

"You know I don't really do assassination jobs anymore." I sighed.

"I know. But like I said, I'm holding up my end of the deal." He stated. "Remember your special request all the way back then?"

"You're kidding." I was suddenly incredibly alert.

"It's not much." He added. "Just that this Trevor Finkins may know the guy you're looking for. I seriously didn't think that guy existed, and I still don't, but you paid for any information I heard."

"Then I'll take the job." I instantly decided.

"Alright, I'll let them know." Davon replied.

"Good. I'm too tired right now for the details." I stated. "Will you be at Waverson?"

"Yeah, things have calmed down." Davon stated. "The usual times. Come around any time."

"Thanks, Davon." I smiled.

"Don't thank me, just doing my job." Davon chuckled. "See ya later, kid."

And with that he hung up. I placed the burner phone back onto the table and laid back into the bed.

"You shouldn't be doing another job so soon, Master." Sophie spoke. "You are injured."

"I know, Sophie." I sighed. "But I can't pass this opportunity up. Thanks for caring."

"I do not have-" Sophie started to say, only for my eyes to get heavy.

And in a few seconds, my vision went dark as I fully dozed off.