CHAPTER 70 -HIS IMPLY-
ETHAN
I stared at the radio for a while, thinking that the boy would try to reach out again. If he did, I thought, unleashing more of my angered emotion towards the frequency machine. He would have been a spy of the Blood Soldiers.
“General Ethan, my apologies but the…kid had threatened my life, to kill me even if the Oskson government tried to protect me. He said they wouldn’t lift a finger to defend me and with me the government of Oskon.”
What a threat coming from a boy–probably no older than the ex-general Charles's kid–such a demeanor that could be just hinted as agent twelve spoke about it. Who is this kid?
Agent twelve struggled to repeat the words that this kid had threatened him with. It may sound like a game and all but even through a radio, I could tell that he wasn’t lying or pretending to just bark with no bite.
Yet he seems to not understand the power that the government has, weapons, soldiers, nukes, influence over the battlefield, and strategists. He makes no promises but guarantees? I would like to hear those words coming from his mouth after witnessing the power he yet fails to see.
If only the heroes were not away from the capital investigating the hideouts of the Blood Soldiers. I would’ve had them instead find this kid but that no longer matters. This kid thinks that just because making a bluff would make me give up information in the current attack on Legacy Academy, he sure is delusional.
A huge riot came into the room I was in, every agent in here turned their head to me with fear and hope. That was until one of the giant TVs suddenly turned on by one of the agents. It was set to the news channel, showing the top of the buildings in the Legacy Academy. They were in a helicopter flying around the perimeter, wishing to not be found by the enemies.
“Attention to all people of Oskon, we the news media have discovered an attack on Legacy Academy! About thirty invaders are inside the school’s building searching and killing students. Their goal hasn’t been clear to us from the helicopter but we can see a figure coming outside of one of the buildings—!”
The cameraman zoomed into the figure which was clearly not a normal soldier but something else. Dress in red, cape, boots, uniform, everything. He was holding something, a weapon that left me wondering how much of the lives there were taken by it.
A sword. Dripping blood from the tip of the blade signaled what it had done. Indeed, I knew who this man was. Sentinel Adam, a Blood Soldier.
He looked older than the pictures from a month ago but I was secure it was him, no doubt about it.
Dammit!
Where’s my army?!
Like a queue, the picture of the Blood Soldier was ignored and the cameraman turned to another setting. Bulky cars that were bullet proof—and many of them to even count—rushed towards the school in hopes of saving those who were still alive.
The reported woman spoke, but this time in a hopeful tone. “T-The army of the Oskon government is here and on the move to defeat this person!”
Pointing from my army to the Blood Soldier, showing the rest of the people in Oskon that they have hope and not despair. The time of tormenting from the Blood Soldiers is now long due to being overtaken by my army, the special army hand picked by me.
As my army arrived at the scene–just in the main entrance and probably inches away from entering–they all fell to the ground. Their bodies–which could withstand over a hundred PSI–just fell like puppets who had their strings cut off.
“What was that–!” most of the agents inside the base said, screaming with confusion and desperation at the current situation. Even I was baffled by the scene my own personal army displayed at such moments.
Angered by this sudden prank that I thought it was, urged the agents to contact them through the earpiece they all had. Nevertheless, all of the contact they tried to do or use, they never answered.
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“Check the monitor for their vitals!” I commanded, eager to know what was going on. No soldier would die or fall for no reason, I thought. Much less the ones I trained personally.
The agents whose roles were for that specific job began to rumble around searching for a reason as for their fall. The keycaps of the keyboards started to sound louder and louder with each touch of my concentration.
Some of the agents instructed other agents to pull up other information of the soldiers sent into that academy but by the sound of their desperate orders, something told me that whatever they were looking for was not going to be found by computers with the cost of thousands of new silvers.
‘No matter how much money one may have, it doesn’t matter if it can’t buy what you need the most’, huh?
My mind played back moments before this happened, when the boy had asked me for the location of the academy being attacked. He was right, if nothing could be done, innocents will die because of my selfishness in sending my army. They are…
“What is the status of them?” I asked.
A hard and cold silence came first before their answer. “T-They are dead, general. All thirty of them, their hearts have stopped.”
That was the conclusion I had, it was weird from the beginning. For all thirty soldiers to drop dead without damage or injuries, everything was a setup. Sentinel Adams wants something, and he is using the students of the Legacy academy to lure whatever is that he wants.
However, we can’t wait to find out what he wants. Students' lives are on the line and they are known for killing women and children alike without mercy.
“Contact the High-Commision. Tell them that we are in need of the heroes…”
I caught my attention to something else, to someone who could probably help us if the chance was given now. I turned to the agent twelve and said with a tone I hadn't used since I was crowned as general for Oskon.”
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Around five people followed me to the conference room, and there was a large table–the same one me, the heroes, ex general Charles and secretary Ana used for when the sightings of these blood soldiers first came into contact with the Oskon government.
How I wished that we had dealt with them first before Pleoca striked us first. Killing the blood soldiers would’ve been a better option since Pleoca only relies on that otherworldly power the five have.
Though, their power–aside from Sentinel Adam’s–no data has been recorded of what they actually have. Sentinel Adam’s power and abilities have been discovered and tested–through an anonymous tip–and now his capacity of using this power is only to be tested.
When the door opened–from one of the people who had been following me–aggressively, my attention was needed elsewhere as of now. I had to push my–those thoughts away, in the back of my mind to at least concentrate on this meeting. Their decision meant the fate of the students in the Legacy academy, and if I was correct, the heroes’ child goes there. His name was–
“Hello general.” Said one of the members of the High-Commision with a tone of boredom. His yellow eyes tracked my every movement with a hint of trying to know my next move. Disgusting, I thought. Though he is a member–a pillar to this nation–he only seeks wars and battle which only bring him joy. The death of people turns him on.
He is a psychopathic bastard.
Like I said, he is still one of the pillars which Oskon relies on for advice on military advancement. I can’t just disrespect him in any way, not until there is a new source of reliance.
“Hello Steven,” as my words left, they also warned him. Without much care, I moved my attention to my surroundings. Gazing between monitors, waiting for the rest of the High-Commission members to join this emergency meeting at the last minute but there wasn’t any connection going through.
I kept my eyes a little longer on the dark monitors before turning to Steven. Something was wrong. Why didn’t the other members join? What could it be that was more important than the lives of the Legacy students?
But, they are not like that. Every single one of them values the lives of many others more than their own, no matter how insignificant or valuable. Yes, something was not right here and my gut told me so.
When I came to, my eyes settled on the one member who had joined before I was even in the room. Not only that, but the expression that his face let out, made me believe why my gut was right.
Steven knew, but the others didn’t… or he had planned something else to the High-Commission members so that they wouldn’t join and have full control of the situation.
“Where are the other members of the High-Commission, Steven?” I asked, giving the other agents that were with me a discrete order. Thankfully, Steven hadn’t found out about it and instead tried to answer my question with another question. “And why would you suspect me of all people? It is not my fault that the rest of the High-Commission aren’t joining this meeting.”
I eyed the agents in the room. They knew what it meant without any words being muttered. All four left the room quietly with no regard but the order I gave them earlier.
Trusting these agents was my decision, but whether or not they are trustworthy or some lap dog of this bastard was on my responsibility list. However, now my plan was to focus on the High-Commission member and on his goals for this sudden action.
Having that in mind, I took a chair from one of the tables that were used as sensors. The comfortable chair–which didn’t look like one at all–gave me the feeling of relaxing like the president after a half-assed meeting.
I let out a deep breath before speaking, awaiting answers that seemed impossible to get from Steven, yet it was worth trying. “What is your goal here, Steven?”
Steven stared at me as minutes passed by, when he answered, his tone seemed more usual than normal. The confidence in his voice sent a chill down my spine as his brown eyes settled on me. “Hm, my goal… Well first of all, it is not any more different than what those anomalies are—these ‘blood soldiers’—supplying themselves with this unknown and powerful energy. Bringing forth whatever destruction their shadows imply.”
A smile that reached his eyes and made them even more so dark appeared in his face. Just by his face I could tell what he was imagining or at least part of it, but one thing is for sure. Whatever he is implying with his goal, it is not good for this nation.
“A vessel.”
My eyes—which stared at the floor—turned to him on a whim. Confused and frightened.
“I require a host. One that is strong willed to stand against the after effects of the power of the upside down crown.”
“‘The power of the upside down crown’? What are you implying by asking—no by telling me this?” I remarked, standing up from the comfortable chair with a yell to my voice.
Lost in his imaginary world Steven laid his eyes on me like a child staring down at a single ant before destroying his colony.
“It’s simple really. I need you to find me that host, and I will help you with this problem at the Legacy Academy invasion. What do you say, General Ethan?”