Moving Within The People
“Hah. If there was something we'd both end up gaining common ground on something, it's got to be this.” Luis laid back on the spot, looking at Fox somewhat in a different expression, somewhat at ease. Fox tilted his head to the right before Luis turned around and returned to his seat. Roam walked to them, feeling much more at ease without the sweat Fox smelled from him before.
“Well, if you have nothing else to say, you should leave.” Luis lazily gestured to Fox and said. Fox, on the other hand, still felt perplexed for a few moments before taking his leave with his hands behind his back and a bit confused.
“Hmmf,” Luis smiled and blew from his nostrils, somehow feeling good now. Roam politely smiled from the side before leaving the office. The following months were meant to be busy.
… Fox returned to the boutique and spent the rest of his time there before night fell. When he returned, Mena was actually in his suite, enjoying some expensive liquor the mega hotel would charge him banks for with Teon like the best gals ever, and chatting on one of his sofas.
He ignored the unruly ladies and went into his bedroom, full of new female clothes. After making a little spot for him to sit on and meditate, Fox began resting for the rest of the night.
. . .
3 days later.
Returning to a daily livelihood of focusing on the boutique, and beginning talks with the floor above with Fabiola, Fox has had it easy, already planning for more bion packages from PSD. But he also wanted a little break, to focus more on upgrading the quality of his invented bions.
Regardless, on the 5th day of the week, Fox reached a more or less understanding with their neighbor above. It was the early morning, when Fox and Fabiola met with the old man before she had to go to her academy. Things were getting a bit heated for her as the year was coming to an end, and she would soon have more time and knowledge to manage a shop.
At this time, after a quick revising of their previous talks, and confirming what each party wanted, Fox and Fabiola shook hands with the old man. Now, it was time to decide the full-on payment after checking their ‘arsenal’.
“Good to see this happening at last. I might need a week before things on my end are prepared. Will this be a problem?” Asked the old man after shaking hands with both. Fox shook his head, “It won’t, but that’s where our friendliness ends. I’d like to repass some things, so I need some time, too.”
Fabiola looked at Fox briefly when he mentioned this. The old man looked at him, paused, before nodding. “I see! Let us meet again next week, then. Little miss, I am now sure your future path is indeed going to be filled with riches.”
“You’re too nice, mister.” Fabiola cutely said before the old man left, exiting the boutique directly. Fox looked at her and crossed his arms, knowing she had something to say.
Sure enough, the young girl looked at him with her fists tightened at her shoulder level. Her big eyes went upturned, and she cutely pronounced, “You leaving today it’s for a mission, right?”
“What makes you think so? Did I say so? No, no…” Fox just looked down at her with his arms crossed, shaking his head a little playfully. Fabiola pouted like a stupid, pouting little girl. She demanded while flinging her fists against her clothes out of ‘rage’, “Aw, come on! We’ve been partners for 2 months. We can share some things, right?”
“Don’t go asking questions that you shouldn’t ask,” Fox knocked the top of her head with an innocent fist, making her shut her eyes tight before giving up. She went to tell the youngsters to come out now. They exited the storage backroom carrying plates and smelling of a good breakfast before getting to work. It was a serene, easygoing routine for them.
“Yes, sir?” While Fabiola had to return to her academy and she prepared her stuff, Fox signaled to Mena’s cousin. She greeted him after standing before him, to which Fox simply looked at her before taking out a set of keys.
“There will be more safety, which I’m taking care of, and the boutique will most likely expand, so there might be more times I won’t be available, and the shop might not be opened due to this. While Fabiola’s vacations start ‘soon’, what matters the most is that the boutique continues running. I’ll think about security from the outside later. It would take time, and more so choosing the right ‘guards’. Take this, I give you the ‘power’ to open the boutique every day at 6 and a half in the morning if I do not show up, nor Fabiola. But only with those conditions.”
“She knows?” Mena’s cousin widened her bright, trembling eyes, taking the set of keys in her hands. Fox arched his lips, appearing to be somewhat charming. “It’s my boutique, you tell her.”
“Ah…” She fell a bit speechless. Before she could recuperate, knowing this was Fox’s little test, he added, “As for that ‘sir’. Unless you feel like really calling me respectfully, don’t do that.”
“Of course, sir! I am serious!” She said, shaking her head resolutely. Then, she seemed to think about something with Fox’s ‘knowing’ eyes on hey. She awkwardly added, feeling embarrassed, “Well, I might have not in the past. But I definitely do now. It’s my future!”
“That’s nice,” Fox nodded at her honesty, but his eyes grew strict as he tousled her hair a bit; short brown hair, like Mena. “But continue doing good work, Pamela.”
“Yes!” Pamela almost shouted, bringing attention to herself. However, those who knew her, which were all of the nearby youngsters, congratulated her in silence. Few things would make her excited outside of talking about the boutique.
“Well then, I’m leaving.” Fox walked past her and announced, receiving nods from the other youngsters. Pamela was committed to keep this boutique as good as it started, and help keep its standards as it improved. Pamela, of course, knew the complications of the boutique’s security as it expanded, so she had to really dedicate more of herself into this ‘project’.
“Eh? Are we leaving together?” Fabiola caught Fox when coming out of the tiny restroom beside the storage backrooms, carrying a large bag over his right shoulder. Fox shook his head, “I can accompany you to your bus.”
“Okay!” Fabiola contentedly accepted, getting herself the only bodyguard in Lýmoca that will be feared and respected altogether by a few select people wherever he went, but mostly feared.
… After giving Fabiola some vip treatment to deter even dogs and birds in the streets, Fox took a subway station to the southernmost side of the capital city, wanting to get there fast to not miss a flight. Then, he used one of the ‘secondary’ airports slightly at the outskirts of the city to directly fly to Crechenon, a state that is pretty much at the center of Lýmoca, albeit more towards its south.
Fox didn’t land on the state capital city this time, simply landing somewhere in the northern region of Crechenon. Then, after settling down in another cheap hotel, Fox searched for a restaurant with multiple types of food and services, finally getting a job as a food delivery man.
Fox spent the rest of the day supervised by an employee, driving around the parking lot, as it was full, and checking his responses from some unnecessary virtual ‘issues’ the employee pinpointed. After the annoying experience, Fox, or rather ‘Gerardo’, with a slightly wild long black hair and green eyes, returned to his hotel.
In there, just as he planned meditating before going to a base to build some bions, Fox walked into his open room, only to see a completely bare, playful and warmed up Sona waiting for him. She had her hands showing she has been bad, and after smiling at him, she spread the valley, letting the river of enticing and arousal flood down the river.
With no soundproof to hide the passions of one room, let alone the others, Fox spent a good night to begin his food delivery job the next day. He really had to thank PSD, or it wouldn’t have been this easy for an ordinary ‘chick’ like Sona to find him and give him such gifts.
The next morning, after being lovely kissed like he had suffered his entire life by Sona just before leaving, Fox left in a good mood, and carrying tons of ‘foreign’ saliva. When he arrived at the restaurant, still with a parking lot full even now, Fox was picked on.
He wasn’t just the new guy, but a ‘low’ delivery guy. Not only a delivery guy, but the one that takes care of the least important and popular deliveries. Pizza. While it wasn’t just pizza what Fox would deliver, it was the majority, more than 60% of his upcoming trips.
But Fox ignored everything. After all, Sona got him in such a good mood. And when he is in that mood, nothing can stop him. Except, perhaps, being yelled.
Fox started his first day, delivering food to several locations in a row, mostly one pizza box per delivery, carrying a rather large box behind him on the motorcycle. Even though the restaurant was a little underhanded, it didn’t treat its establishment nor employees too badly.
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The motorcycle wasn’t that ‘up to day’, but it was better than the entry dirt bike Victor Ruva got him. It was nothing compared to his baby Myertha, but Fox enjoyed the riding.
As for the pizzas, it was no wonder they were a bit of a disappointment when compared to the rest of the restaurant’s top-notch pieces that made them well-known across Crechenon. Fox could tell it was an attempt to copy the most delicious pizza in Lýmoca from Sargonde, and even well-recognized in other countries. But an attempt without the honest intention.
It didn’t really matter, though. Fox wasn’t there to learn how pizzerias or fast food restaurants worked to later on establish one. He was here to compile a report of the streets’ flow and the city’s flow of people everywhere.
A simple recognition task of sorts that Fox was paid 200 credits a day to do, with only about 4 days being paid, as that was his schedule, but he was welcome to come all 7 days of the week.
A boring yet somehow interesting lifestyle came to Fox, who couldn’t help but notice things as he spent more and more time on the streets, particularly the entire day. From late morning to early night, Fox worked his ass off on the motorcycle’s seat, quite literally.
At night, he’d work the other end of his ass, although Sona was getting creative to tease him.
Nevertheless, with the passing of time, 5 days went by really fast. It also indicated the time for Fox to return to Proteros. That was left for the night, though. Fox spent his last day around the city with the pizza as his companions, one last time.
However, during these days, Fox couldn’t stop feeling something unusual. Every time he thought another person was interested in him despite his somewhat quirky appearance, he found no one. At first, Fox didn’t turn to see who wanted to flirt him up. But after boringly turning his head in their direction one time, where he found no one there, with the other pedestrians walking, not giving him another glance, Fox had a strange sensation.
From then on, not ignoring those sensations whenever he wanted to look for those who ‘eyed’ him, Fox always saw no one. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to follow him, or at least not in his mindful opinion. When he returned to his hotel, none of those sensations were felt.
Otherwise, Fox might’ve become really irritated. But regardless, Fox finished his task here. In the assignation’s information, it told Fox that like parts of the center and from the east to the west in an ‘eagle flying’ shape, the cities were built more or less like Proteros. Only less detailed and more abundant.
Proteros was small, but its capital city was truly one of the most beautiful and since ancient times in the world. There was the history chapter of the first Lys who weren’t called remotely that, only their warriors. They settled down in Proteros after embarking on an odyssey over all of the Moonblue supercontinent, finally deciding to spread throughout nowadays Lýmoca and other countries down south.
Through time, a ‘nation’ was formed from these many tribes, forming the first official civilization in the supercontinent known to the history records. It was shaped like an eagle, and without much surprise, it quite reminded one of the Silverplated Eagle.
Ignoring prophecies and legends of yore the first Lys built this civilization with their minds on such, the borders they marked were indeed like those of the national symbol nowadays; since then. Not only in the shape, but if using the correct scale, one can compare a Silverplated Eagle anatomy to the first Ly civilization, and its dimensions.
Fox could confirm that. This city in Crechenon was like the capital city, but a bit more ‘free’ in certain characteristics. Perhaps the aboriginals had ideas to bring quite a lot of attention to Proteros, which ended up bringing a resolute foundation for the capital’s infrastructure.
At last, without being able to do anything to the watching eyes, Fox wouldn’t allow himself to grow restless and worried because of these. Thus, he quit in the early evening that day and went back to his hotel earlier on. Talking about life with Sona until both their sweat coated the bedsheets, they left Crechenon together.
… Fox returned to Proteros and even went to Luis’s side to report his findings, with Sona publicly pecking his lips before leaving the boys to talk of men’s things.
Fox had a lot to talk about, especially the small intricacies of criminal activity under everyone’s noses, even the ‘honest’ cops and the people who witnessed a suspicious ordeal. After his brief report, Fox was allowed to leave, with his pay of 200,000 credits for virtually doing nothing.
Soon after, Nala Loba sent him a message to meet up in Lyer’s central southern shores. One of the 2 states connected to the sea in the southeastern mini-golf. Leaving a message to Fabiola and Pamela with his phone, Fox then rushed back to the airport.
He happened to watch Sona and Lesly actively discussing something as he ran. Neither Sona nor Fox greeted each other. Albeit bizarrely intimate, their relationship would remain ‘professional’. It wasn’t an issue for either side. On the contrary, it brought both parties a sense of relief. However, Fox didn’t really have a footing to get to know Lesly, the vice president.
While he did save her life, perhaps he was too brusque. And more so senseless when putting her inside a fridge. It wasn’t his place to make friends, though. He was only the special agent in PSD that had a more direct contact with their government. Who knew, maybe other countries cooperating with their, or one of, hoog secret organizations were the same, and more used to it.
Arriving at Lyer’s central southern shores, Fox met Alea, who wore a damnable nice white bikini, showing her body in the best ways possible. She also wore a hat, just to brag about her blatant charm. However, what Fox enjoyed the most was her nonchalant attitude as she led him to meet the rest of the team.
They didn’t need masks or disguises this time. As a hoog secret organization, of course they’d prepare and send elements beforehand to ensure there’s no ‘paparazzi’ or foreign spies doing their work. It seemed like a characteristic only alive from movies, and in truth, it was. But unfortunately, Lýmoca was far too close to ANS.
Once back with the team, Fox learned of their next move. There was a OC submarine heading their way. Like before, it carried big weapons, and some other unknown possible variables. Fox wondered if they would become more focused on this than in the gold, but he didn’t worry.
There were other teams just as good as theirs and with a leader like their Captain who could also take care of that. Besides, the payment was the same.
The team was set in motion. They wore ultramodern diving suits and brought propelling devices to rush into the water before the target showed up, with other devices masking their sounds and movement. All of this wasn’t necessary to deal with criminal scum, but PSD wasn’t a place for idiots. Furthermore, being so small and carrying little gear, they were undetectable even for a military submarine, as long as it wasn’t first hand or ultramodern.
However, the OC group in charge of this ‘territory’ encompassing Lyer and other states, namely the Coalition Party Syndicate, only had a small, transporting submarine. Usually, they carried their ‘business’ in such submarines, bringing goods and whatever else from Lýmoca to other places in the world, or vice versa. This time, they are bringing stuff PSD cannot allow to happen.
Fox felt ecstatic remaining underwater for so long and not having to move or pretend he was swimming or relaxing around. Just like a dying living being, he floated aimlessly on the spot until the submarine came.
The raid began, and with a destructive device, they perforated the submarine from its rear sides, but only a bit; enough to scare the shit out of the unaware bandits.
With the submarine rushing to the surface, the team followed suit, faster than the submarine. The hatch opened, immediately welcomed by Nol’s barraging of bullets at pointblank from a submachine gun. The game was on.
After the first bandit fell, with bullets embedded in the insides of his torso, the rest inside the submarine were alarmed. There were only 3 small compartments separated by light water tight doors, but the noise was more than clear, even as it was muffled.
The bandits were nothing and no one to stop special agents, much less from a hoog secret organization. As soon as the team jumped down into the bridge, the criminals fell one after the other. While they didn’t use the D/LMs, original to the Moonblue sc, the submarine wasn’t made for deeper waters, so its walls were just a little more resistant than metal sheets from cars.
Once the submarine was overrun, with it slowly gobbling water from below, as it slightly inclined downwards at the rear, the team proceeded to empty everything out. They couldn’t take the most important things through the hatch, so they called Colmillo with a support frigate in the waiting to do the heavy work.
After waiting for a few minutes for Colmillo to come, Fox watched the frigate extend a mechanical arm to grab the heavy stuff from the submarine. They had long opened its cargo while still in the water, but with the safety measures, the transport submarine expelled floating accessories to float for as long as possible.
Several minutes before the submarine began sinking, Colmillo picked them up with the heavy stuff on the frigate’s stern. The job was done.
From the initial 200,000 credits per job, after realizing what kind of monstrosities they found, the District paid them 300,000 extra credits each. It wasn’t gold bars, or a war vehicle’s parts. Instead, it was missile parts. One of them even had an assembled rocket that only needed a system to guide and use it properly. While the pay wasn’t much, they gained many social points.
News of this also further alarmed Luis, who couldn’t even think how the fuck, and who in the hells, would do this. Selling used firearms, grenades, explosive, and just ammunition had been the worst so far, with metal plates being only an issue that could be resolved with time if a ‘monstruo’ appeared.
But missiles?! And a rocket only lacking a launching system?
PSD and the president had a meeting of sorts, while Nala Loba’s team went for a drink. They were in one of the wealthiest and most well-known shores of Lýmoca. Why not? Sona even wanted to come, but Fox was leaving soon to attend his boutique. Thus, instead of staying some more to party, although he mostly just watched, Fox decided to return later that day.
… Fox walked to the team, bypassing the bunch of half secret world and half ordinary world people dancing and drinking in a bar of Lyer’s beaches. He walked to Nala Loba, who sat with Alea, and looked at the crowd in calm.
When she noticed him, Fox was just standing 3 steps to her side. She lifted her head and asked, “Are you leaving? Something to do with that president, or your store?”
“Mhm,” Fox nodded, keeping his attitude a little respectful. “Not my ‘girlfriend’. I didn’t give her time to come, but we don’t owe each other things. Ahem, with your venía, Captain. I’ll leave earlier.”
“…” Nala Loba looked up at him, her eyes upturned. Then, she reclined on her seat, drinking from her glass while gazing around. Fox gave Alea a stare, wondering. Alea only looked at him with upturned eyes, having difficulty to drink, but… he also discerned playfulness from them?
Startled, Fox nodded a bit towards his Captain before turning around.
Nala Loba and Alea seemed quieter than before, and somber, even. A minute after Fox departed, with no further news from him, Nala Loba sat with a straightened back again. Alea tried something, “Would you like to get into the danc- ah, well. Okay. Keep my drink safe, aye?”
Before Alea finished her words, she smiled and changed them, then stood up. Nala Loba flung her short mushroom, exotic-styled golden blonde hair, snapping to stare at her. Saying something that was unnecessary, with the smelling sense they have, Alea left to join the crowd.
Nala Loba’s face, remaining indifferent, cold, and aloof, eased a tiny bit. She crossed one leg over the other and took another swig. Then, she just pouted a bit for a flashing instance. Only her slightly furrowed eyebrows remained from that tiny pout.
And she looked exceptionally graceful just like that.
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