Chapter 20
Happy birthday Poet
Location: Seoul, Koya
Day: 25th of Jan 5027
The water giant raises its arm up blocking the sun.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Explosions erupt inside the giant’s body as three rockets impact the giant causing three large clouds of mist to spread and cover the city from the amount of water evaporated by the explosions blocking the view of the residents watching from afar.
The police bots don’t stop and continue to fire their bullets and spells.
The residents then see the shadow of the massive arm move through the mist with tremendous speed followed by a loud thud and the sound of the earth rumbling.
The powerful shockwave drives the mist away revealing more crushed pots and the water giant with three holes in its body that are quickly closing as more water rises from the ground and replaces the evaporated water.
- wow! I can almost understand why the government wants to use you as a weapon –
From inside the submarine floating in the chest of the giant, Daxia watches as Saiko single handedly clears waves upon waves of police bots.
~ Stop spacing out and help me ~
Ken reprimands Daxia as he connects the demon skull to the back of the submarine.
- What are you doing exactly? -
~ I am getting us out of here. Rin, let’s go for a space shuttle like shape so a mix between the drill form and the submarine form ~
- Got it –
Rin responds through the aether channel then the submarine begins to morph in response to his will.
Daxia raises an eyebrow at Ken.
- What do you need me for? I am not sure if you noticed but I am neither a techno mage nor am I an engineering nerd like you –
~ But you are the best at stealth here and we need more parts Specifically we need parts from the drones ~
- oh! I can do that what parts do you need? –
~ We need wings and tailpieces, preferably, ones that are in good shape. Try not to take too much time~
Ken is interrupted by the sound of something hitting the submarine.
He looks outside the window and sees the parts he asked for floating next to the submarine.
~ what just happened?~
Daxia smirks at the perplexed genius.
- This has to be my first time seeing your surprised expression. Let’s just say it’s one of the perks that came with the new mask-
Ken looks at Daxia with amazement.
~what? I need to know more about this but we don’t have time right now ~
Ken gets out of the submarine and begins to attach the new pieces to the submarine using the nanobots from the demon skull to make the tools he needs.
The little invisible dokkaebi goblin chuckles while sitting on Daxia’s shoulder and bumps fists with her.
- What a cheeky little fella-
The little dokkaebi thinks he is the biggest secret around and thus the strongest but unbeknownst to him, a far more ancient creature invisible even to him is watching.
Saiko’s ears perk up at Naoi’s comment but she ignores it and continues to focus on the battle raging outside.
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location: Edie family mansion, Enlan, Britannia
Day: 25th Jan 5027
- Happy birthday poet –
Edie Poet turns to face the young lady behind him.
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- Miss Darrah correct? Glad you made it to the party –
Darrah scowls and leans in then pokes Edie Peot in the chest repeatedly.
- Are you going to pretend you don’t know me now? –
- ouch ouch, I was kidding. Chill –
Poet chuckles as he tries to dodge the parage of attacks.
- how unladylike. glad to see you haven’t changed at all –
Darrah crosses her arms.
- glad to see you are as big an idiot as you were before –
- a certain lady used to say that’s part of my charm –
Darrah punches his shoulder as her lips betray her and curl up slightly.
- Well, if you are done greeting all the fake people around you can join us. Sarah and Derek are also here -
Darrah points with her head toward one of the tables.
Poet follows her with his gaze and sees Sarah drowning herself with alcohol as Derek stands guard next to her.
Poet’s face immediately cringes at the sight.
- Why is he here? I don’t remember inviting him-
- You know I don’t go anywhere without him. he is my bodyguard Besides I don’t understand why the two of you hate each other-
- We don’t hate each other … you could say we compete with each other-
-competing with Derek? –
Darrah gets confused and curious but Poet ignores her question.
- Well let’s go before Sarah kills herself via intoxication-
He starts walking towards the table with Darrah following behind him.
- hiccup, oh hey Poet –
Sarah raises her glass towards Poet to greet him looking clearly drunk.
-I think you had enough drinks –
He takes the glass out of her hands.
- nooooooo my glass –
GASPS
- it’s really him -
- he acutely came –
Poet hears many gasps and whispers suddenly erupt all over the hall as everyone focuses their attention on a portal that suddenly appears at the entrance of the hall.
Out of the portal, walks a man with blonde hair and pointed short ears wearing a long black coat and casual clothes.
A strike force badge dangles from the man’s neck as a necklace; written on it are the words
“Strike team 1 leader: agent 00”
Darrah looks at Poet with a questioning look.
- Just what did you do to make him come to your party?-
Poet shakes his head with a defeated look.
- It’s not me. He is here for my father, not me.-
Poet pauses for a moment as he watches the fake “elites” that were sucking up to him just moments ago now racing to suck up to Agent 00, then his lips curl up as a twisted thought comes to his mind and he turns to look at his friends.
-want to spy on my father and find out what this is about? –
- Definitely - Darrah responds with a smile
- Then let's go. We need to hide before they arrive -
Poet leads them to his father’s office, then he walks to a mirror and opens it like a door revealing a hidden room.
- I didn’t know Mr. Edie was so old school-
Poet stops in his place at the stupid comment he just heard then looks at Derek.
- Are you stupid? Have you seen the mansion? Of course, he is old school. sometimes I feel like I live in the Middle Ages now everyone inside-
They enter the hidden room and close the mirror behind them.
A few minutes pass then the heads of the thirteen wealthiest families enter the office one after another led by Edie Patton.
Another minute passes then Agent 00 enters the office guided by a butler.
- Thank you, Arnold. You can leave now.-
The butler nods and then leaves.
Edie Patton looks at Agent 00 with a courteous smile.
- Thank you for accepting my invitation, sir Claus-
Agent 00 nods as his sight moves from one family head to another then he looks past them at the mirror and his sight lingers on the mirror.
For a moment it looked like his eyes were looking past the mirror and looking directly at the hidden Poet and his friends.
-There is no way he can see us r, right?-
Darrah worriedly whispers but rather than receiving an answer she gets shushed by Derek.
Edie Patton continues to talk.
- We know the strike force members are busy so we won’t take too much of your time. We wanted to discuss two subjects; the first is the matter of the growing protests and the second is a donation to a charity of the GSTF director’s choice. –
-pffft –
The agent starts to laugh causing the family heads to tense up and look at him with questioning gazes.
– You lot sure are bold, aren’t you? What do you think I am acutely here for? -
The head of the Ackermann family speaks up.
- Didn’t sir Edie just explain it? –
- pffft-
The agent laughs again and seems to be finding the situation very amusing.
- No, gentlemen I am here to put you in your place-
BAAAM
- CAREFUL WITH YOUR WORDS SIR CLAUS-
The head of the Banfield family slams his hand on the chair’s armrest and stands up looking furious at the blatant disrespect the agent is showing.
Agent 00 walks to Sir Banfield and places his hand on Banfield's shoulder and forces him to sit back down.
- You are the ones that need to be careful gentlemen. You need to understand that the strike force ranks above the representatives and above the police force and although you may have managed to buy the latter two you can’t buy the strike force. –
- Ahm- Edie Patton clears his throat and speaks in a low voice trying to defuse the tense atmosphere.
- Buy is a strong word, sir Claus. We are simply proposing to work together in a mutually beneficial relationship. After all, we control the economy, and as private citizens and corporations we can do certain things that the government can’t –
Agent 00 looks at Sir Edie and his lips curl up slightly.
- As I thought you are the most amusing one here. However, Sir Edie, the strike force doesn’t care about that. The strike force is only concerned with maintaining harmony, a harmony that with your recent actions you are beginning to disrupt.
You gentlemen are an existence we tolerate so long as you are beneficial to harmony but should that change and you disrupt the harmony of the world, you will be swiftly eliminated. -
- y, you can’t hurt us. -
Sir Ackermann exclaims with fright.
-We are the true power behind the government and we have the representatives on our side. Huh? What are you doing-
The agent makes a gun shape with his hand and aims at Sir Ackermann’s leg.
A small portal appears in front of the agent's finger and a laser beam comes out of it piercing through Sir Ackermann's thigh causing him to fall to the ground screaming in pain.
-AAAAAAAARH –
- You are lucky you didn’t say you can’t kill us-
Agent Claus sneers at the fallen man screaming in pain before facing the remaining family heads.
- Gentlemen, I strongly advise you not to disrupt harmony and to deal with your issues wisely. otherwise-
BADUMB BADUMB BADUMB
A portal appears next to Agent 00 the sound of a beating heart can be heard coming from the portal.
The family heads all clench their chests out of fear not knowing whose chest that portal connects to.
Claus smiles at their reaction and continues.
-Otherwise, you might find yourself mysteriously having a heart attack one day-
Suddenly the agent stops and seems to be listening to someone through an aether channel and as he does his lips continue to curl upwards more and more with a hint of excitement in his expression.
-Gentlemen, I believe I made myself clear and I am sure you are all wise men that won’t disrupt harmony anymore. I would love to stay and continue our lovely conversation but my favorite group of thieves is moving again so I need to go. -
The agent opens another portal and walks through it leaving the family heads alone in the office all with a newfound fear.