The dark-haired man and Eder walked out of the ALKAN building. "Come on, we don't have lotta time left so we have to be quick," Six stated while walking towards an even fancier car than the advanced Ferrari Enzo Starla used.
"Where are we going?" The dark-haired man queried.
"To the mall, of course, we need to buy new clothes for the occasion," he revealed.
The dark-haired man reached for a button to open the car but stopped and looked up at Eder Six. "What is it?"
"You know, I saw some really cool suit back at the mansion, why don't I use that?"
Six looked at him disappointedly. "Really? I picked out those clothes myself, they are terrible, very even. I only chose em because there were no other alternatives."
"They look pretty good to me"
"We are going to a gathering filled with rich and powerful individuals, or should I say, criminals. We need something that screams 'I promise I'm not a spy on a mission' got it?"
"If they are criminals, why haven't the UNEAD detained them all?"
Six chuckled before brushing a stray hair from his face. "I said 'powerful and influential'... Now we might be able to detain em all, but it'll just be like putting a target on UNEAD."
The former Storm agent nodded understandably. "So instead, you only target the weak and not-so-influential individuals, neat."
Six shook his head no before he entered the car. The dark-haired man also slid into the seat next to Eder. "We are still putting our eyes on them," he said. "Unlike the type of people you stated, we call these people 'Argent'--- see they think we are not doing anything about them, but they signed a contract where every year, they present 25 percent of their earnings that year to UNEAD, which we then use to upgrade and develop the planet."
"Plus, we have agents roaming about their midst to limit the craziness they try. We won't interfere with them unless they try something super terrible, and they won't try anything super terrible, everyone's happy."
The dark-haired man smiled uneasily. "I'm not sure if that's a good plan, but what do I know? Who am I to point a finger at stuff on your planet?"
"Great, because I was about to punch you in the face," Eder stated. "Who cares if it's a good or stupid plan? Look at the car that we're in, that's all that matters."
The dark-haired man shook his head and turned to look ahead. Eder ignited the car and drove off to the mall.
After a few minutes of picking out some clothes, the red-eyed man invited the former Department H to prepare at his place since it was closer to the airport they were going to end up in.
Some hours later.
Madrid, Spain.
A fancy car slowly drove into the compound of the auction house, turning the heads of the others who were leaning on their car. The car made very little sound as it moved further into the building to park among other extremely fancy cars, but was surely more eye-catching than all the other cars there.
The door opened and the dark-haired man, Andy Sprite, stepped out of the vehicle in a super fancy suit.
Every aspect of his appearance exuded elegance and sophistication. The suit, tailored to perfection, was crafted from the finest, iridescent fabric, catching the light with every movement. Its deep shade of midnight blue seemed to hold secrets within its threads.
The dark-haired man wore the suit with confidence, forcing others to turn their heads. The suit hugged his form impeccably, accentuating his strong physique and stature.
A crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the suit jacket, contrasting beautifully against the deep blue fabric. The collar was perfectly starched, framing his face with precision. A meticulously tied silk tie, matching the suit's hue, adorned his neck, completing the ensemble with a touch of refinement.
Every detail was carefully considered, from the polished silver cufflinks glinting on his wrists to the gleaming black leather shoes that reflected the world around him. His long hair was tied back in a manbun and it completed his appearance.
The driver's door opened and Eder Six slowly 'as if making a show' stepped out of the car. Also clad in a super fancy suit, Six radiated elegance. The suit, meticulously tailored, boasted a rich, deep color that seemed to also shimmer under the light.
His confident stride and impeccable posture drew the attention of all around them. With each step, the intricate details of his attire, from the perfectly pressed shirt to the intricately patterned silk tie, spoke of his discerning taste. It was a suit that whispered success and whispered even louder of his status; rich and powerful, just as he wanted.
Six strode up to where the dark-haired man was standing. "I can already tell we've been accepted into the circle." He takes out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and puts it on. "Look how they are all staring, fascinating."
The dark-haired man used his hand to gently pull down his tie. "I'm so hot in this suit and the tie is killing me, I don't really care if they think we are also Argents or not."
"Relax, I'm sure there are coolers inside, we should be fine."
He sighed. "Fine." He slipped his hand into his pocket and they both began towards the auction house. It was as if the universe had slowed to perfectly present the two.
The dark-haired man looked up at the building and exhaled.
The auction house stood tall and majestic, its grandeur was evident in the ornate architecture that adorns its exterior. The façade is made of intricately carved stone, showcasing a blend of classical and contemporary elements. Tall arched windows allow streams of natural light to illuminate the entrance, while imposing double doors, crafted from polished mahogany, beckon visitors to step inside. The auction house is nestled amidst a beautifully landscaped garden, with manicured lawns and vibrant flower beds, providing a serene and inviting ambiance to all who approach.
The bouncers at the door barely even looked at them as they entered through the door.
As they entered the auction house, they were stunned by the beauty placed before them. The interior exudes elegance and sophistication, with high ceilings adorned by dazzling chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the surroundings. The walls are adorned with exquisite artwork, showcasing renowned pieces from various eras, captivating the eyes of visitors.
A central aisle leads to the auction room, lined with plush velvet chairs on either side, offering comfort to attendees during the bidding process. The room itself was a sight to behold, with a raised platform at the front, where the auctioneer was to command attention.
Since there were still a few minutes before the auction started, the space was filled with a buzz of conversation and the occasional clink of champagne glasses, as eager buyers and curious onlookers awaited the unveiling of the coveted items up for auction.
"I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this," the dark-haired man revealed. "Yvonne was right, that mansion is barely even a fraction."
Eder smiled and fixed his suit. "Sit tight, I'm gonna look around and get us a drink on my way back."
"Alright," the dark-haired man replied before walking around the place. He smiled in awe as he watched all the people there, none of the men there were not in a suit and the women were highly dressed.
Some of the men slightly nod their heads at the dark-haired man while the little others just completely ignore him.
Seeing that Eder was yet to return and the auction still hadn't started, the light blue-eyed man made his way to a counter at one edge of the room and sat on a stool.
Without even uttering a word, the bartender served him a drink. The drink was served in a tall, slender glass, showcasing its mesmerizing deep purple hue. As the liquid cascaded over the ice cubes, a subtle mist seemed to rise, adding an air of mystique.
The light blue-eyed man takes the drink in his hand to look at it. "What is this?"
"It's called 'purple midnight' sir," the man stated. The dark-haired man took a sip of his drink. His eyes slid even more open as the drink rolled down his throat.
A woman sat on the stool next to the dark-haired man. She glanced at him and then turned to the bartender.
"Dame la misma bebida."
"Sí, señora."
Andy set his glass on the counter and turned to look at the woman, only to end up face-to-face with her. She had tanned skin with shoulder-length brown hair which was styled in a curtain bangs. Just like every other person in the room, she wore luxurious clothes, hers being a gown.
At first glance, one would assume she was barely in her twenties. "Hola," she greeted.
"Hola?" he repeated, not knowing what the word was.
The woman smiled and set her pause on the counter next to the purple midnight served by the bartender.
"You do not look from around here," she said, her words not fully polished.
"You're right, I am not."
"Lo sabía. Unlike all the other 'men' here, you have a foreign unique look, es encantador."
The dark-haired man didn't fully comprehend what she said but plastered a wide smile on his face. "I assume that is a compliment, and I appreciate your kind words."
"It surely is." She took a sip of her drink and turned back to him. "I'm Chapta by the way."
"Andy."
She smiled. "I'm assuming you came here with your esposa?"
"Esposa?"
"Wife, you're here with your wife?"
"What makes you think I'm married?"
"Everything about you. A handsome man like you one would assume a lucky woman already got the price," she stated while eying him thoroughly.
He swirled his glass and turned to her. "Well, it seems luck is still searching for the perfect match. Maybe you could be the one to claim the prize?"
"I guess luck is on my side then," she replied. Her eyes flickered down then back up to meet his eyes. "I better hurry before the wind passes."
"Señora Chapta, ya está empezando," a voice said, interrupting the two.
The brown-haired woman pulled away and gulped down her drink before getting up on her feet. She whispered something in her guard's ear before walking away.
The man dropped a card before disappearing into the crowd who now made their way further into the auction room to get a sit.
"There you are." Eder approached the dark-haired man. "Let's get in too. I didn't get any drink, but I found out about some secret passages the soldiers could get in through."
"Great." He picked up the paper from the counter. "Hey, do you know what this is?" He asked, passing the paper to Eder.
Eder smiled as he took the paper from him. "Chapta Faintpin McCarthy, holy shit. I wouldn't go there if I were you."
"Huh? You mean the lady?"
Eder nodded. "She is the godfather, or should I say godmother of Faintpin, a really terrible gang in this country, one of the biggest."
"So she gave me that card to tell me who she is?"
"Oh, no this is her contact info, you'll be able to contact her if you scan it with your phone."
"Is that the device I see everyone walking around with?"
"Yeah, you don't use phones on Winter Weir?"
"It's certainly different from what everyone is holding here."
"Let's just get in, I'll get you one later."
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