The entire night, Brandon and Rachel took down three smuggling operations.
Imdiately, it made headlines.
[Small ti company, Diou, engaged in illegal business?"
[CEO of Vainglory Company, arrested for illegal smuggling.]
[Crypth Pharmaceuticals, a drug company in disguise?]
While the ones responsible for the attacks were unknown, the public could very much say that they had good intentions.
Vigilantes.
That's what they started calling them.
But because of those activities…
"Brandon…?"
Drowsy, Brandon responded to Raven who frowned.
"Nevermind. At least it isn't as obvious as her."
Raven pointed towards a familiar figure with pitch-black hair.
She seed like she was offering a prayer. But if one were to look closely, they could see that she was definitely drooling.
Raven turned his head back to face Bran—
"...."
He fell asleep.
"...."
And Raven fixed his attention back towards the professor.
Raven could more or less tell sothing was up.
But out of respect for both of his friends, he decided not to snoop around.
***
Entering a certain room, a man with purple hair and a well trimd beard glanced around before settling his gaze on a figure that sat in the middle of a round table.
eting the figure's gaze, he lowered his head.
"You've called, Sir?"
"Sit down, Dwight."
At his instructions, Dwight found a seat from across the round table.
He sat there for a few monts. Silence gripped the room, and the way the leader looked at him made him uneasy.
Dwight was unsure why the leader called for him. But he wanted to leave as soon as he could.
That was beca—
"I heard three of our shipnts failed."
"...."
Oh no.
Dwight's entire figure twitched as soon as those words left the leader's mouth.
The heads had kept that fact to themselves for a while.
So how in the world did it reach the leader?
Thump!
The leader stood up from his seat and started walking around. A tentative silence occurred as none had spoken. Eventually, the leader neared Dwight's seat before he realized it.
"....!"
The leader clenched the back of his seat tightly. Dwight flinched abruptly as his eyes shot wide open.
Shortly after, the leader's chilling voice reached his ears.
"Now why hadn't any of the heads reported this to ?"
"S-Sir, they were companies that were recently signed to us. The heads have been investigating these cases. We didn't think the matter was of grave importance just to bother you, Sir."
The leader was known to be busy as compared to the heads.
And for them, the smuggling operations were nothing but passive inco from drug dens they worked with.
"Fool."
He felt the leader's hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Every venture of this organization is of the sa importance. Since you and the other heads are trying to track down these assailants, then I'll look the other way for now. But if you fail, we'll be having a summit. Do you understand…?"
"...."
A summit entails a eting between all of the heads along with the leader. And a summit ant that one of the heads will get evicted.
What happens to those evicted?
They'd get disposed of.
Plain and simple.
"I said, do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Sir!"
"Good, now go. I'll be expecting results soon."
Dwight abruptly stood up from his seat. Approaching the door, he flashed the leader a light bow before eventually leaving.
Staring at the spot where Dwight once stood, the leader breathed out a sigh.
"Haaa… Useless bunch."
Leaning on his seat, he glanced at the ceiling.
"So Zed's coming back, huh?"
He was the only man he could trust.
It delighted him that Zed gave him a heads up on the situation.
But for so reason, Zed went inactive so years ago.
But out of his respect for his best-friend he allowed it.
Still, the two kept in close contact since then.
He chuckled at the thought.
"Ten years later, his skills haven't deteriorated. Glad he's still got my back."
Staring at the docunts that were strewn before the round table, the man began to ponder.
"Will it be a success?"
He shook his head.
"Regardless, they've already co up with a counterasure if 'that' man survives."
Pulling the drawer from beneath his part of the round table, he retrieved a small photograph.
On it displayed a little boy with red hair and yellow eyes, and an older girl with the sa features.
"I'll be seeing you soon, Sis."
Shortly after, he placed it back inside the drawer and locked it with his key.
His eyes fell on the na tag that was situated on the table.
Lancelott
That was it.
No last na, or any other fancy followup.
An orphan.
The leader of a syndicate.
A soldier.
And…
An illegal immigrant.
***
Having rested for a while, Brandon attended his lectures normally until they were finally dismissed.
The moon was high up with not a single cloud.
It was a beautiful night.
And it was ti for another smuggling bust.
Only this ti, Zed was present.
According to him, there was a high chance the difficulty would increase, regardless of the company they were targeting.
But on the brightside, it ant that most probably this would be the last company they would target.
While Zed stood on guard, he would only intervene if things got dicey.
Tzz—!
Swiftly maneuvering about, Brandon supported Rachel with his threads.
Just like the operation last night, whenever Rachel was about to get attacked, supported with his [Wind] affinity, the threads would quickly reel her to the side. Giving off the illusion that Rachel was moving around swiftly.
With this strategy, Rachel could solely focus on offense.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Bolts of ice pierced through the air and struck several n. While most arrows couldn't actually kill them, Brandon would secretly finish them off with a thread.
Rachel's bolts were nothing but a diversion, a ans to stagger the n and give them wounds. As soon as the final bolt that seems to finish them off strikes, a secret thread would assist and deal the finishing blow.
It was the sa strategy as always.
The reason why they opted for this was so they would stay intimidated by Rachel.
And with intimidation, cos fear.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
The strategy still seed to work.
But for so reason, sothing about the shipnt was off.
Gliding along with the threads, Rachel asked.
"Is it just , or are there less guards?"
"Then…"
In particular, there were only eight guards. A stark contrast to the previous shipnts.
Clang—!
The container behind the truck smashed open. Shortly after, several robed figures erged.
"Makes sense."
Brandon shrugged.
But…
He could feel it.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that sothing ominous was within the container.
Shortly after, Zed's voice reached his ears from his earset.
—Brandon, Rachel, get out of there.
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