Chántel buried her face in her hands and exhaled deeply. She raised her head to look at the screen in front of her which continued to loop a recording of the Storm agent, Storm 01 as he fly through the Tzerian ships.
She turned her chair to face the door as it slid open. Uyi stepped into the room with a tablet device in his hand. He raised his head and meet her light red eyes. "Oh great, you are here."
"Is something wrong?" She queried.
Uyi handed the device to Chántel and folded his hands behind his back. The red-haired woman looked through the screen. Her brows shifted up and she raised her head to look at her ONLINE partner. "What is this?"
"Exactly what it looks like," he replied. "There is a recall message from the Tzerian tele-tower and all our ships are returning."
Chántel rose to her feet in shock. "But why? I have Rusty, and August leading the ships and they do not act until I say they should, so who gave the order to retreat?"
"I don't know either. I thought you did until I found out the message came from Tzeria." He walked up to a nearby window, looking as the Tzerian ships fly past.
The red-haired woman quickly clicked on a button to connect the communication device to all the Tzerian ships. "Where the hell are you flying towards? The war is the other way, I didn't give no orders to change formations."
There was a bit of silence before Rusty's broad voice came in through the comms. [I'm sorry Chántel, but we don't see any reason to continue this fight. It's useless, and it brings nothing but losses to us.]
Chántel sat back on her chair and scoffed. "Did Asier buy your loyalty too, August?"
[You were the one who made the decision for me. The words you gave me, the things you said to me after all I did for the group, underlined the option I needed to go with]
"And that's it? After everything we've built? You'll just throw it all away and…"
[Chántel. I'm sure King Asier has a special place for you among his ranks, all you need to do is ask]
She turned back to where Uyi was, but he was no longer there. The red-haired woman chuckled ruefully
[Good-bye, Chántel]
As if on cue, a hologram of the dark-haired man, Asier appeared in front of her. "Shocking, isn't it?" He started. "How easy it was to simply bend everyone around you."
"You promised to hand everything back to Daria…"
"And I did," Asier chipped. "I kept to my words and handed the West back to Queen Elizabeth V, didn't I?"
Asier smiled and leaned forward. "You know, I have you to thank," he stated. "Because of you, I was able to simply walk into the palace of Tzeria. It's fascinating actually."
"Daria?" She mumbled. "What did you do to Daria?"
"Not much. But don't you worry, I will take good care of our Daria? So… have a great life. You're welcome to Tzeria anytime" And then he disappeared.
Chántel closed her eyes and sighed. She turned to the door once more as it slid open, but this time, it was Storm 01.
The Storm agent opened his mask and looked around the place. "Huh," he mumbled.
Chántel held his stare for a couple of seconds before smiling. "Storm 01?"
The dark-haired man furrowed. "Your comrades seem to have fled the ship. Not just the ones on his ship, even the others."
Her light red eyes shifted down to the name tag on Storm 01's shirt and her smile became even wider. "Storm 01. I'm a huge fan of your work, I've watched and saved every single one of it: Moonfour, Clave-Ar, all of it."
Storm 01 narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you listening to whatever I'm saying? You are the only Tzerian left in Winter Weir's atmosphere."
The redhead nodded. "I know that," she replied. "They all betrayed me for some bastard."
"I was this close to destroying this ship too, but my intrusive thoughts made me explore it instead," he revealed.
Chántel tucked her hair behind her ear. "So? Are you gonna kill me, or take me back to your planet as a prisoner? I'll much prefer the latter." She turned back to the screen and switched it off.
"You are not going to try and fight your way out?"
The red-haired lady turned to him with a sarcastic look. "Really? How would I do that again? You think I have a chance against you? Even if I do escape, where would I go? I just got betrayed by those I've worked side by side with for about ten years."
The dark-haired man slipped his hands into his pocket. After hearing what she just said, he couldn't help but think about his situation with Miss Havishma and Department H. What will he do when he returns?
"So, what is it going to be…" Before she could finish her sentence, the side of the ship exploded. Storm 01 blinked and everything paused in front of him.
He felt a tumble in his stomach and a slight ache in the back of his neck as the energy sapped out of his body. Though he could now cast the time pause ability on will, it took a lot of energy that sometimes leave him on the ground. He turned to Chántel who had both her hands over her face as the fire and wave of the explosion made its way towards her.
He removed his hands from the pocket of his trousers as he looked at the red-haired woman. He then turned and looked out the window to see a fighter ship; the fighter ship that fired the rocket, it was a Tzerian ship.
The dark-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
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( Department H )
Electro 28 sat on a chair in front of the pale-skinned lady, giving her a long stare. "We won," Miss Havishma mumbled.
The electro-agent leaned back on his chair and sighed. "But at what cost? Was this how it was when you envisioned a paradise on Winter Weir?"
"Joe," she called out softly. "It doesn't matter how or when, what matters is that we get there, and that is what we are going to do."
"So what? Now you are just going to usher him back into his cell?" Joe probed.
The blue-eyed woman shook her head no. "We'll terminate Storm 01. I'm still yet to figure out how, but my pending thought is to use the People to approve the deed…"
The door to the pad burst open and an Electro agent rushed in quickly. "I apologize for the intrusion Miss Havishma; Storm 01 along with a few other Storm agents just got into a ship and are fleeing…"
"Stop them, shoot down that ship!" Havishma yelled before rushing out of the pad.
Meanwhile, Storm 01 continued to blast more agents away as his 'crime' partners prepare their ship for takeoff. Among those he was to escape with were; Rory, Jesselyn, Ada, and Storm 98: Cake.
"Get in, we are ready to move," Ada yelled from inside the spaceship as the engine began to power up.
The dark-haired man channeled the electricity around his hands for a couple of seconds before blasting the agents back with a strong wave. He quickly jumped into the spaceship as it took off from the Department H ship.
Miss Havishma and Electro 28 walked into the take-off room. She looked around to see the majority of her agents injured on the ground with the White agents tending to them. Two Red agents dragged Ishary and tossed her into the ground in front of the blue-eyed woman.
Miss Havishma's eyes threw daggers at everyone in the room. Her eyes were filled with sharpened rage as she looked at them. "What is this?" She queried, her eyes fixed on the Red agent.
"She locked down the doors, giving way for the criminals to escape."
Havishma closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. She knew it could only be the reason the Blue agent was set in front of her but she had hope it was something else. She curb to Ishary's level and raised her head with her hand.
"Why?" She mumbled.
As Ishary stared into Miss Havishma's blue eyes, her mind wandered back to her meeting with Storm 01.
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