Chapter 19

The Request

Part 3B

Manuhunter Empire, in the royal court, in a large, secluded room serving as a private meeting room, one of the many rooms made for the same purpose, six men were sitting together; the silence was so thick and ominous; dread was visible on all their faces; no one was saying anything; and no one was looking at the other one. If you listened carefully, you could hear their breathing rhythm, even their heartbeat.

The one who was sitting on the largest seat at the table while he was in the same situation as the rest of them. He couldn’t bear the silence any more, asking the person sitting on the opposite seat of him with a harsh tone and saying, “You said you could handle it, and it will not take time; why didn’t you get any reports until now?" The man was apparently shaking with fear and stress, thinking to himself that he may have bitten more than he could chew. "It's too early to tell; we have to wait. We will get the update as soon as there is any news," he said, saying that from his mouth while in his heart he was doubting to get any good news that is in his favor, “I have sent my best men to the mission; unless there is a miracle, the mission will be successful".

As soon as he fished what he was saying, he heard a knocking on the door. All their attention was directed towards the door. There were only a few selected personnel that were aware of their meeting in this room. Every one of the six men had anxiety appearing on their faces. The head of the meeting or the leader of the group said, “Come in.” The door opened, and a tall, strong man came in to the room, heading straight to the man who was just speaking with what seemed like complete confidence and whispering something in his ear. It took only a few seconds for what he said to appear on the face of the man who was listening without hearing a single word.

The fear was obvious on his face, and it was contagious because the same thing appeared on all five remaining men. Nothing needed to be said about what changed the man's face to become that dark; it was without a doubt the news of the failure of the mission. As soon as the man who came in left the room, one of the remaining four that hadn’t said anything so far said, “What now?” He didn’t even ask what happened or what the man who came told him. Everyone assumed the failure of the mission, and they didn’t have the urge to know any details because it was only one shot that they had. If that was missed, then there was another chance to come back from their life, which was on the line, and they knew it very well.

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The only question that was worth asking was, was what the man number three asked “What now?” Everyone was looking at man number one, and his eyes were blank like all life had left him the moment he saw man number two's face, who was himself in another world trying to digest the information that he received, and his brain was working overtime to come up with a countermeasure to what he heard. Mostly thinking of what to tell the five other men sitting with him in the room, after a few minutes that were longer for everyone than years, he opened his mouth and said, “I think we still have time; the report I just received said that they didn’t find him yet” He paused for a second and added “And we lost communication with three teams, each with a minimum of six elite soldiers.".

That was more shocking than anything that they could have heard of or expected to hear. Man number three couldn’t help but ask, with his mouth wide open and his jaw almost dropping to the floor, "How is that possible?” At the beginning, they expected the news that changed his face, that the target escaped, but what he said was something ridiculous. Before anyone could answer him, there was another knocking on the door, and this time without waiting for an invitation, the man entered and wanted to whisper to his superior man number two. When everyone shouted at the same time in one voice, “Say what you have NOW” the man looked around, shaking with fear, and said, “We lost contact with two more teams, and the only communication we received was We are under attack; we need re-enforcement”.

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While all that was happening in several different locations, in each location something that never happened before was happening for the first time. A lot of connected people, by the invisible strings of faith, were moving to their predetermined destiny, whether it was by design or by choice. Nobody can tell because simply there are forces behind the shadow trying to force the hands of destiny and make everything go to their desired outcome. But the question is, is there anyone who can control his or her faith or manipulate the destiny of someone else, let alone his own? In several different locations on this planet and in several other unknown locations, there were thousands of beings doing things beyond their imaginations to reach one simple goal, and that is to survive. They tried everything to survive.

With all the meticulous planning they came up with, it took decades to plan, decades to implement, and decades to monitor, with much more time and effort put into it, but the question was: were they really in control? The pieces they collected, prepared, and manipulated were all coming together for the final showdown of the thing they called Phase Two, which has started, and that will be the factor in their failure or success in the coming weeks.