Chapter 77: The Messenger
As the vehicle pulled away from the curb, the sun’s rays poured in against the tinted windows, blurring the vibrance of Gwintia country.
The dullness was truly a fitting welcome for a man like the Messenger, who thrived in both shadows and light.
Within the vehicle, Gama took out a thick stick of cigar, smoking thoughtfully for a while. Then he looked to the mirror ahead, taking note of the driver who had a deep scar running across one eye. The man was an equally stoic figure in a dark suit and brown V-shaped T-shirt.
After relaxing himself, he raised his armrest, revealing a slightly elevated silver tube with a key-shaped pattern at its center.
With ease, Gama took out the key given by his superiors. Then, with one insertion, a divided glass screen slides in place, separating any possible physical connection between the driver and himself.
Now, the space he was in was fully soundproof.
[ The Messenger, ] A voice then echoed, and a small projection flashed out by the middle seat beside him. [ Your mission is to bring this boy, Gort, to Kavian country with no heavy injuries. ]
A series of images on Gort were now projected. And as the voice spoke, Gama massaged his chin thoughtfully.
Of course, he had heard quite a lot of buzz on this little genius. He only heard the rumors like a passerby, knowing that the Big 3 won’t let such an insult to their faces slide.
He was out on another mission, so he didn’t think it would be his turn to handle it. But who knew he would be called back abruptly to stop his former mission halfway and head on the next flight to Gwintia country?
As they say: rumors are rumors, so he didn’t think too much of Gort’s matter. But now after hearing the voice echoing, he knew several matters must have been confirmed and proven true by his Kevian country.