Chapter 133: Unique stories
Mirta exhaled, letting the man’s words sink in. It suddenly felt like all their worries were resolved.
"What’s the matter?" The man asked worriedly, sensing the shift.
"Nothing, it’s just..." Mirta stared at him again. "Thank you." Her voice was steady and grateful as she released the anchor, and before the man’s stunned eyes, hundreds of Dawnless and Mistars members materialized, their cloaks shimmering with concealment runes.
"You, You-" the man stammered, but the First Executive’s fist knocked him out cold.
"Good job, Cia." Ralph commended, nodding to the executive whose gambit had led them. "Now, we escape in these vessels, but who knows how to pilot them?"
The situation was about to seem hopeless again when Wick suddenly stepped up, "Sir, I can."
"Wick, you..." Ralph trailed off, relief flooding him. Imagine looking at your savior. If not for Wick’s intimidating presence, they might’ve swarmed him with gratitude
Without hesitation, they split into two groups, their numbers too large for one vessel. The 30-meter craft hummed with rune-etched panels as Wick cloned himself to operate both.
Within minutes, the vessels roared to life, their engines vibrating the air as they lifted into the dark sky.
The man awoke, head throbbing, only to see the people he’d trusted stealing two vessels. "Shit!" He thought it was just a dream; however, it was real. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the border outpost, cursing himself. "I was talking to terrorists!" He slammed the alarm, its wail piercing the night.
"What’s wrong?" A soldier ran up and demanded.