The Secret World
“Hello, ladies,” Phesx Caolia said upon entering the workshop, followed with a light 'pu'. The black beauty stood up, smiling at Phesx and left with a nod. Pheli remained on her seat, lifting her eyebrows before staring at Phesx with her fist supporting under her chin.
“Have you completed your daily activities? I just checked, but 5 layers of metal laid empty in the back storage. When are you planning to continue? You only have 4 days to finish your course. Do you want to waste another 30,000 credits?” Pheli immediately bombarded him.
Phesx bowed his head to take it before lifting it once she was done. He voiced, “I know. I will get to it immediately. I’ve learned a lot under you. Won’t mess these last few days. Are there any missions for me next week?”
“Yes, you can choose from them after finishing your 5 prototypes’ restoration. They’re at my desk,” Pheli said before indifferently looking at him. Phesx nodded, staring at a panel with a yellow screen before returning his gaze to Pheli. She looked at him without showing a thought.
“If that is all I had to check in before… so, then…” Saying that, Phesx advanced towards Pheli. Her celeste eyes enlarged a bit before recomposing. As Phesx neared closer, she leaned backwards, supporting her back as it backed into the air, still sitting on the tall stool.
“?” Pheli looked up, her eyes confused. She stretched her body further backwards before Phesx casually lowered his face. Their lips connected, taking her by surprise. But she seemed instinctively ready despite the absence of more encounters than she’d have liked to have in these days.
Their lips opened and welcomed the other, a calm, quiet, warm moment with closed eyes. A few seconds later, with thin saliva treads connected from their lower lips elongating thin, Pheli opened her eyes to a narrow, “It’s been a few days since you’ve done that.”
Phesx grabbed under her knees, which were placed together, as Pheli supported her balance by holding her seat with both hands. Then, as he opened her legs, she breathed heavily. The feeling of his hands on her again warmed her up instantly. “And without the fear of being seen.”
Phesx rubbed her nose together with his, saying with closed eyes, “I know. I’ve been busy, thinking of attending someone’s funeral. Other things…”
“W- we- we’ll be seen…” Pheli said, but she neither moved nor flinched as his hands freed her of her buttoned shirt and caressed her body, electrifying her with tender shocks. Phesx also lowered her pants, leaving them hanging below her groins. Caressing her, he could tell she was more than ready and willing.
Phesx’s breath grew hotter and heavier as Pheli accommodated her butt before he grabbed her hips and helped her body up. Pheli put force in her wrists as the workshop’s door slowly closed, finally acting upon Phesx’s timing before he entered the workshop, without Pheli noticing.
His evil serpent exited its cave, nearing the wet nest under the long gone heavy rain. Pheli’s mouth was occupied with Phesx, while her thoughts were all about him. On the other hand, feeling her willingness, Phesx grew beastly as her widely spread thighs became rosy, asking to be squeezed. Then, the workshop’s entrance closed with a lock, leaving them to it.
… It had been days since their hookup. After that, there was actually no other sexual encounter, although Phesx still had that primitive instinct in him, and he was no saint or celibate to ignore it. Other than kissing, a few gropes and the pleasure from the work of mouths were exchanged, but no further.
Now that Phesx was nearing the end of his 2-weeks course to join a workshop as a weapon crafter, having paid Pheli 5,000 credits per week, as per the rules, and he attended the funeral; Phesx wasn’t in any mood to care more about his objectives than… something like this… someone like… Pheli.
Even with that initial position, as Pheli kept her body up in the air, supporting herself on the stool, with Phesx grabbing her fit, defined waist and tummy, they could go on for several minutes without end…
It was a pleasant return of their relationship, no longer ‘just’ a hook up.
After spending time talking about life with such intricate pleasure only Artistas-fit folk like them could enjoy, and for more than long enough, Phesx went to his usual work. He went for the metal trays in the back storage, brought them to his counter, and grabbed a few bion arm prototypes under Pheli’s satisfied, calm, even mellow watch.
Unlike last week, where she had to admonish his stupidity after every error, Phesx worked incredibly well. She didn’t even have to remind him of the names of each bion and its components. To anyone, they might look the same, or similar, but to a seasoned crafter’s mind, the same looking bion arm was easy to identify. It didn’t matter how different their properties were in comparison but looked the same from the outside. With but a glance, the truth would be revealed.
Phesx was incapable of this last week, even in the 7th day. But as soon as the next week’s 1st day ended, when Pheli questioned him, he answered her perfectly. In the following days, including today, he demonstrated exceptional cognitive skills and handicraft.
As Phesx worked on the fourth bion arm, placing the components even other 1 or 2-year long crafters in other workshops sweat to assemble, Pheli licked her lips before standing up. She went to his back, groped him, and landed kisses around his neck, behind his ears…
Her approach was ‘cheap’ and direct, appearing desperate and obscene, but well-controlled. Nevertheless, Phesx found it, coming from Pheli, adequate. More than well-welcomed. He grabbed her and placed her on his lap with smooth, sudden movements.
As Pheli melted in his arms, not daring to let go of his mouth like it was a delicacy, Phesx confirmed she was prepared and breathing through heartbeats for another session of love making. Furthermore, his previous mess was still hidden within her folds. Thus, he planned to bring her to the shower room after another talk.
… At last, when Phesx finished the 4th and last prototype, Pheli notified him of the actual bion works he’ll do for the ensuing 4 days of the week before letting him go. Not without a bit more passionate silent words exchanged with their faces stuck to each other.
Phesx exited the workshop in the best of moods before walking to Emer. He wanted to prepare for the missions next week. They shouldn’t be difficult like his first mission, or as deadly as his attack on the club, but they should be something.
Emer ignored the feminine natural aroma coming from his body before starting his practice. This time, unlike almost 2 weeks ago, Phesx dodged a third of Emer’s attacks, but he now knew Emer was going easy on him.
The moment he could dodge near half of Emer’s attacks, the old fart would surely increase his speed and ruthlessness. As if he hadn’t become used to the secret world’s training methods to not intuit it.
Once a few hours went by, with night approaching, Phesx sat in Emer’s small study, breathing and sweating heavily on the floor. Emer walked in the back of his study for some minutes before returning to Phesx. Looking down at him, he fell silent before voicing. “Why do you hold yourself?”
“When?” Phesx readily replied with a question. Emer sat cross-legged before him, placing a bottle of liquor on the floor and 2 large mugs beside it. After pouring them to the brim with an orange liquor, he drank 2 sips before facing Phesx.
“In the club, you could have killed everyone there and be done. You wouldn’t have to first kill that criminal group leader to alert them beforehand. It was alright if you just did what you were after.” Emer drank again but then added, not letting Phesx respond yet, “And when you were on your first mission. Nothing stopped you from killing those guards. You didn’t have to. If they died on duty, their families would’ve been paid handsomely with the upcoming reform. Even if the current president’s reform is accepted after this term, and he isn’t re-elected again. It would be a smart move for everyone.”
“…” Phesx Caolia looked at his teacher with blinking eyes before lowering his head with a tilt to think about it. He lifted his chin and responded, narrowing his eyes, “I don’t know about politics to act in accordance to them, but killing guards seemed unnecessary to me. But it wasn’t just guards, or it would’ve been boring. Mn, not for something like that ‘fruit of nature’.”
“It was even worse in the club, too many young kids. And, yes, I know. I’m a kid myself, but they’re not a ‘kid like me’.” Phesx cocked his head sideways, gesturing in his manner. Emer blinked, moving his head to the side.
“Just firing at a sorry bunch of little puppies being idiots isn’t anything worthwhile. I’d also stop anyone doing that, if I can stop it, and if it won’t be only worse for me. I just… don’t have patience when I see something ugly.” Phesx Caolia finished, putting a bothered expression.
Emer remained silent until coughing up a scoff with a smile. He downed his mug, followed by Phesx, who liked the taste, if only a bit.
After another round, with Emer supporting his body with his elbows on the floor, facing the ceiling, Phesx frowned and asked. “How old are you, anyways? Whenever I tell Pheli about you and call you old fart, she has a mini heart attack. Who are you? Oldie fartie?”
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“…” Emer turned his head to Phesx. The manner and pace which the oldie moved startled him, never having seen Emer tired before. Emer shook his head with a grimace before saying, “I think you’re the only one in the whole fucking world who would dare to call me like this.”
“Hahaha! Yeah?” Phesx had a big smile on his face. The cheeky fella felt proud. He served himself a little more after filling Emer’s mug, but he only filled ⅕ in his. Looking at the mugs, distracted, Phesx heard Emer’s mocking words. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, little kid.”
“Try me, you old cheeks.” Phesx said, passing half the liquor in Emer’s mug to his. Drinking it down, he heard Emer’s rough, tired words, “Then this. Would you believe if I told you my grandfather was in the Green Transformation’s presidential cabinet?”
“Gulp, gulp, gulp…?” Phesx downed the thing, feeling that small bit of dizziness and foreign warmth rapidly subside again. Phesx opened his eyes wide, looking at Emer from the corner of his eyes, thinking of many things. “Oh shit. You’re a big shot…?”
“Heng. What now? Want to call me grandpa?” Emer smiled, feeling proud, ah. Phesx frowned in disgust, “I’d call you grandpa when you’re dead. Once. Only once. No more.”
Emery slowly looked at Phesx, “What do I even teach you? Ungrateful apprentice! Heartless idiot!”
Thud. After cursing Phesx, Emer wanted to stand up, but he either felt weak or lazy. His body slumped to the floor, letting out a groan before closing his eyes, softly breathing. Phesx Caolia looked at this with wide eyes before filling his mug with Emer’s remains.
“AAAH…” Phesx loudly exhaled, enjoying the taste before standing up at once. Even that ‘slightly’ tasty liquor only caused him some warmth, which didn’t even last after drinking. Phesx walked around the alleyway, walking by some doors before returning, this time with tens of boxes in his arms.
They were each encased in large plastic, ensuring their heat could be conserved even a week later. Everything was costly, wasting away 10,000 credits in total, after the discount from the pizzeria. They could at least be reused within the pizzeria’s orders, though.
Like this, after his payment and paying some things, Phesx’s bank account had 167,000 credits. He decided to stop working in the tall building after this month, and buy some ammunition for his proximate missions. Thus, after delivering the boxes to Emer’s small study, he went to study.
. . .
5 days later. Phesx went to the Riverlye HQ after a day of working in the farm, tall building, and pizzeria.
His bion handicraft had been proved in the late morning of the day before, where he showed how he built 3 most difficult external ‘void’ bions with a crowd, including Pheli. And a small internal ‘gut’ bion. At long last, he became a weapon crafter.
Today, at just 4 AM. Phesx Caolia presented himself before a high-end, tech desk, waiting for the receptionist to proportionate him with the available missions on a screen. Checking the ones he already read, and realizing Pheli’s recommendations seemed quirky yet efficient, he took one.
After taking the mission, Phesx went to the parking area and picked his bike before leaving. His equipment already on, cloak and mask at his disposal, he hid his ammunition under his clothes. After buying ammunition for his small pistol, Phesx had 162,000 credits.
It was a lot for a small pistol, but most of it was left behind in the HQ, only bringing an extra magazine in case an irregularity occurred. Phesx’s mission was simple, to silently follow a target before kidnapping them. However, the objective wasn’t to kidnap someone, but to protect them.
Phesx Caolia arrived in the north of Sargonde more than 2 hours later. He parked his Myertha in a parking lot near a PPO, paying and talking with the parking lot’s owner to ensure it wouldn’t get robbed. Then, he took a helitaxi to the city, the only one near the outskirts, of course.
In all of Sargonde, the climate was little colder and much fresher than in the north or south of Lýmoca. But in this city the heat increased a bit, just a tiny bit.
This was the first time Phesx flew in helitaxi without running for his life. He had long forgotten about them after joining the Ruvas, whom he hasn’t contacted after all this long. He thought about them every once in a while after hooking up with Pheli, whose relationship changed since a few days ago.
Phesx enjoyed the sight of the few hundred tallest buildings in the city, so wide they could make room for a large neighborhood all in all. Although everything was public knowledge, or at least it is supposed to, nobody knew how many businesses were in buildings like this in the world, let alone a single city in Lýmoca.
The helitaxi made a few detours, as Phesx had to wait until a certain time before it was safe to start following his target, so he paid extra to the pilot to bring him around. He saw the school the target was from, and several parks, with some public events ongoing here and there.
As the sun came out, the helitaxi finally flew to the helitaxi zones through safe routes. Once Phesx was on the floor again, he considered buying a helicopter in the future, but that would be too much movement. It would be better if he could have a helitaxi with more functions and accessibility. Unfortunately, he was only one of billions who thought so.
Phesx took a taxi to a certain area before walking for 20 minutes to arrive at a poor neighborhood with a plethora of apartments everywhere. Phesx waited at the side, where a water channel was built to help with the floods, of which many occurred in this city all year long.
At last, Phesx was enjoying the fresh weather and coldness of the morning as the first lights of the morning descended everywhere, and his target excited her apartment. She went down many stairs before walking towards her school, looking younger than even 15 years old.
Phesx checked on her from a couple of streets behind her, taking his phone out and just looking around as he and a few hundred others rushed here and there. When she arrived at her school, Phesx looked for a tall tree before climbing it. From there, he hid and watched as the hours went by, unnoticed by even some bugs and squirrels nearby.
Phesx Caolia watched as her school went through class hours and break, returning to class hours, before she finally came out. It was noon by then. The girl was social and stayed half an hour outside the precinct before going on her way. He put his cloak and mask on.
The parents of her classmates arrived, but she left alone. Phesx Caolia followed her, but this time, he went through the rooftops. Coming closer to her, observing just 10 meters behind her, Phesx remained alert until something happened.
A white van parked 15 minutes in front of them on the route his target always goes, with another following 100 meters behind. Phesx had to further advance and move away from the streets’ view to not be seen.
When the girl neared the white van in front, Phesx finished putting a silencer to his small pistol, which was larger than the barrel, and shot the van from above before and whilst dropping, rolling on the ground when landing.
Phesx Caolia’s jumps across the neighborhood houses were easily achieved, just dodging some water tanks and antennas before walking forth a few meters, and repeat. When he shot, just as he fell from the house, before rolling on the ground, Phesx felt adrenaline, being the first time he did this, and in public daylight. However, he rushed to the girl just a meter before him.
An arm pulled the girl into the van. Clearly, it was from someone who hadn’t noticed his accomplices were shot dead. The girl was too distracted in her thoughts. By the time she yelped and saw the 2 lifeless abettors with bloody wounds in the top and side of their heads, Phesx arrived behind her. Phesx hugged her neck, shooting the head of the last hooligan like a watermelon bursting outwards before the girl.
“Ah!” The girl was terrified, but Phesx simply pulled her away, stored his small pistol, and brought her to the side yard of a house, placing a ribbon around her head to shut her mouth. He urged her to climb a fence before doing it so himself. Then, he stopped her and crouched with her.
“Minerva?” Phesx whispered to her face. She widened her eyes, and her tears at least halted streaming. He nudged upwards in the air before helping her up, taking the ribbon off her head. “It turns out your parents didn’t not love you. Well, one of them, at least. Don’t ask questions now, just follow me and do everything I tell you to.”
Minerva, a little brown girl with the most horrific experiences in her life, could barely hold it as she continued crying, this time with confusion added to the mixture. Being in a ‘semi’ state of shock, she asked nothing and obeyed Phesx, who brought her around while ‘comforting’ her.
The pedestrians thought Phesx was just bringing his little sister home after something happened, which Minerva seemed to follow through subconsciously. Phesx mentally praised her intuition as he evaded the hawks eyeing every angle from the alleys, seemingly restless.
There were a few times Phesx nearly pulled is small pistol out, but the young hooligans near him went elsewhere instead of walking towards him. His hearing was put high on demand as he escorted the girl to a safe route.
However, when he arrived at the first destination, Phesx found tracks of a truck that should’ve been there, but was no more. He frowned, ‘So, they were discovered. What kind of criminal leader doesn’t know how to protect their only loved ones?’
Phesx Caolia knew nothing of that part of the underground, but he still complained before bringing the girl to another safe location. By then, she half processed the things happening to her. On one end, she felt glad someone cared for her like a family member of her dreams would, even more so when considering it was someone who could protect her no matter what.
On the other, she hated all of this but didn’t dare show it to Phesx. He even brought her to buy a few lunches to eat, of birote with different kinds of filler, and a few milkshakes. She felt helpless and wanted to cry, but had no more tears by the afternoon.
Phesx wasn’t so far off, having to spend a few hours looking for 1 safe location after another.
At last, he decided to bring her to a safe house after considering the movement of the criminal group looking for them. When he neared it, some people exited it, ecstatic to see him, or her. He pulled his small pistol out until they identified themselves.
Once Phesx spoke to the criminal group’s leader who tasked Riverlye with his daughter’s safety, he let the others bring the girl outside the city. Never once did his crimson mask or dull gray cloak fell off his body. It was them who had to confirm he could leave, not Phesx.
From then on, Phesx could only let the girl depend on her luck so that her father didn’t have traitors rooted in. Thus, Phesx kept his mask and cloak under his thick jacket before going to a helitaxi area.
Phesx returned to the outskirts, where he hopped onto his Myertha to return to the Sargonde’s center. It was time to get paid. He wondered if he’d be paid extra for all the inconveniences, even if it was absurd.
At last, a regular Riverlye mission was completed. His blank bank card was filled with 15,000 credits, which he passed to his green card. The way back was cold and fresh, under the night sky. It couldn’t be any better. Perhaps…
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