Mr. Long-Legs is Calling
With only a few dozen meters left to our destination, my senior abandoned me and went off somewhere.
"It's that house with the ocher roof. Keep a close eye on your surroundings."
I was only told it was for [Pest Control], yet he brought me all the way here without even a single piece of special equipment, and then just dumped me—a rookie on his first day and first job.
The house with the ocher roof stood as if blending into the middle of a quiet residential area.
I walked all the way around it, but I couldn't find anything that looked like a "nest," nor did I see any insects flying around that would warrant a request for extermination.
Could it be inside? If so, I need to see the inside first. Even if I'm jumping the gun a little, I'm sure they'll just see me as an "eager rookie."
What I heard from the intercom was the voice of a man who sounded gentle.
"Who is it?"
"I'm from the pest control company scheduled to visit today."
"Pest control?"
He sounded a bit confused, ending his sentence with a question mark, but then I heard the click of the front door lock disengaging.
The person who appeared was a young man who matched the impression of his voice. He looked a little older than me, with a model-like physique.
"Oh," the young man said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at me. "You're not the usual person."
"Another person will be joining me later, but I thought I'd take a look inside first..."
As I said that and tried to peek down the hallway past the tall young man's shoulder,
"Get down!!"
I couldn't possibly react to my senior's shout coming from behind me, and a tremendous impact slammed into my left shoulder. My body was blown to the right by the force applied to it.
My body, which had crashed into a hedge, seemed to have escaped any major injury.
"You've got some nerve, rookie, charging into the enemy's [nest] all by yourself!"
"Huh...? Enemy...?"
I coughed, cleared my throat, and looked toward the voice.
My senior was carrying a dangerous-looking weapon that resembled a launcher set with a large number of spray cans, while the young man opposite him had his long legs...
"I'll finish you off today, [Mr. Long-Legs]."
—Aren't those legs a bit too long?
[To be continued]