ALKAN
Venus walked through the hall of ALKAN with the eyes of the Winter Weir agents following her with each step she took until she entered an elevator. She waited until the door had closed shut before clicking a button which made the elevator drop downwards.
The door opened and she stepped out and into a secret part of the ALKAN building. There were just a few people in the room, but the place was huge with much technological equipment all around.
She walked over to one of the many men there and drew his attention. "Are you done?" She queried.
The man shook his head no. "We only just received the battle code from an agent in Nato, we'll start the installation now."
"Hurry it up." She glanced into a glass compartment that Ada was lying in before walking away.
The mint green-haired woman pushed open a door and stepped into another room. The room was almost filled with wires, all connected to the being standing in the middle of said room. She paced toward one corner of the room and typed in a code into a screen that was on the wall. The machines around let out a mechanical hiss as the wires retracted into the wall.
She slipped her hands into the pocket as she watched the silver-haired being slowly open his eyes. He blinked a few times before turning his head to where Venus was.
"Welcome back, Minus-3."
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Percy entered the room where he last saw Jesselyn, only to find it empty. He walked out of the room with his brows glued together and approached the first Blue agent he found around.
"Excuse me, where is Jesselyn?" He queried.
The Blue trooper furrowed in confusion. "Who?"
"Storm 65, the agent that was in that room." He pointed at the room she was previously in.
"Oh right, apologies," she started. "She was moved out of this building just a while ago," she revealed.
"Why? Is she okay?"
The agent shook her head. "Not sure, but I'm sure it's for the best because I believe the decision was made by Miss Havishma herself," she revealed.
The Storm agent who had his face buried in his palm looked up. "Miss Havishma?" He asked.
The pink-haired agent nodded. "Yup… I saw the Blue agent in charge talking to the Chief before the patient was moved out."
The agent noticed the look on Percy's face which fueled a smile that crawled up her lips. "I could help you check the last health entry to see how she is… of course if that's what you want."
"Yes please, that'll help. Can you also see if you can find out where she was moved to?"
The agent nodded. "I could try, but I don't think any information about that was dropped." The agent typed into the device she was holding for a few moments before raising her head to look at Percy.
"Nothing about the location, but the last entry a few minutes ago tells that she's recovered from her paralysis."
"Really?" A smile slipped off the agent's lips. "And the amnesia?"
"Still active."
"Thank you for your help," he added before walking away.
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Madrid, Spain.
The dark-haired man looked around the room to see everyone around reaching for their pockets. He could already tell they were all armed with one weapon or the other.
"Do not panic, do not attempt anything stupid," the Helltiga speaker instructed. "You have the chance to leave this place without a single scratch, all you have to do is cooperate."
Chapta who was standing behind her father quickly turned to the location where she left Rohan but he wasn't there.
Meanwhile, the dark-haired man turned around and ended up face to face with Hazel who closed the distance between them and pressed her gun to his abdomen. "Do not even think about it," she threatened.
The man with the Helltiga mask continued. "We were informed that the man whose face is all around the planet is currently in this hall… all you have to do, is look around, fish him out, and we'll be on our way, everyone's happy."
"What are you doing Hazel?" Rohan asked as he felt the barrel pressed deep against his abdomen.
"Protecting Lady Chapta, now move out."
The dark-haired man grabbed her wrist. The moment he touched her, his vision was blinded with a bright white light and he immediately saw a scene of the platinum blonde-haired girl's meeting with a member of the Helltiga.
Hazel unhanded herself from his grip and aimed the gun up to his chest.
Rohan scoffed as he took in the information he had just seen. "You are the informant?"
"So what if I am? I will do anything to protect the well-being of Lady Chapta."
She attempted a right punch but the dark-haired man grabbed her hand midair and trashed her down with a right of his own. The little scene drew the attention of those around, causing the men from the Helltiga to push their way through the crowd to where they were.
"It's him, he is Storm 01!" Hazel yelled out loud.
The dark-haired man created a shield with his electricity which he used to defend himself from their shots.
"What the f---" the men exclaimed before reluctantly charging at the wanted agent.
Rohan effortlessly knocked his enemies down before flying out through the roof of the hall.
The men wearing the tiger masks rushed out of the mansion to chase after the dark-haired man, leaving the members of the McCarthy family in awe and shock.
Dominic McCarthy walked down the stairs to where Hazel was. He glared at her as she pressed her broken nose with a napkin before scanning the entire place. "¿Quién trajo a ese hombre a mi casa? Who brought him into my house?" He questioned.
Chapta shut her eyes before speaking. "I did."
The bald man froze for a second before turning to face his daughter. "Was that the man you were planning on getting married to?" He asked.
She hesitated for a second before nodding. "Sentí una conexión entre nosotros… I felt a connection…"
The bald old man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Luna, Phoenix," he called.
The twins approached him. Luna had a smile on her face as she was already anticipating what he was going to say. "Go fetch my son-in-law… I want him unharmed," he stated.
"Padre?" Chapta gasped.
"Yes Father, we will fulfil your wish." Luna winked at Chapta before pulling her sister with her as she walked away.
Dominic walked up to his daughter and tapped her shoulder. "Why don't you go home and rest? You look tired." He pulled her cheeks before turning away.
"Please, everyone, the night is still young so enjoy the party… or you can call it a day, it doesn't matter," he said with a soft chuckle. "Tristan, que pasa?"
Chapta smiled. She veered around and all visible emotions vanished from her face as she caught sight of Hazel staring at her. "Were you the informant? Was it you who told the Helltiga about Rohan?"
"I did it for you, that man tainted the well-being of this family."
The brown-haired lady opened her mouth to speak but got cut short by the buzzing in her pocket. She pulled out her phone and placed it on her ear.
"I'm on my way."
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Hazel slowly, and heartbrokenly walked down the flight of stairs as she exited the mansion. She held her jacket in her hand, and her face was down, thinking of the choices she made that caused her to be where she was at that moment.
She exhaled softly and raised her head only to lock eyes with the Hawksworth, Tristan staring at her from inside his car.
Just looking at him, the platinum blonde-haired girl could already tell his intention. She hesitated for a moment before strolling towards the car.
One of Tristan's bodyguards held the door open for her to enter. Afterward, he turned his back to the door.
Tristan scanned the platinum blonde-haired girl before scoffing. "You look a mess."
"I warned you about this years ago," he said. "Years before you joined the McCarthy family, didn't I?"
Hazel kept her eyes straight ahead, avoiding Tristan's.
"If you had listened to me, this wouldn't have happened to you." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "My offer is still on the table, I can allow you to work for me, and I'll pay you huge, more than what those putas did… all you have to do is put a hole in both, Dominic, and Chapta's head."
Hazel turned to meet his eyes.
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