"You know him" Mike asked in surprise.
"Yeah, he was a little troubleso on the flight, but we worked things out," Bettany said with a chuckle and then she turned to Mike.
"How do you know him."
"I t him back in Los Angeles, he's Lucy's neighbour."
"Oh, I see" Bettany replied and my mind churned at the fact that Bettany knew about Lucy seeming to be quite familiar and knowledgeable about her.
"If Bettany and Mike have truly been dating for 2 years, then what have Lucy and Mike been doing, is there possibly more to their relationship?"
Despite us becoming lovers, Lucy always held Mike in regard, like there was sothing incredible about him and I knew for a fact it wasn't his bed skills.
The infidelity within Mike's relationships didn't bother , my problem was Lucy and figuring out the ss she was in.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Marcus," Bettany sweetly said, reaching out a hand.
"Truly it is" I shook her hand.
"Well since you're both familiar with each other, then Bettany, you should have no problem with Mike coming with us."
"Coming with us" Bettany cutely looked at Mike.
The woman looked nothing like the tyrant she had revealed herself to be back on the plane.
"This is Marcus's first ti in London and it just so happens that we are both going to Hatton, he asked to go with us."
"Oh, that explains your request" Bettany chuckled,
"Sure, he can co with us, no trouble."
...…..
Though Abul was the strongest opponent I had faced, he didn't give the hardest fight of my life.
That position went to the n who had kidnapped Mark and Anna and I didn't need to think much to know that those guys were going to be nothing compared to the n guarding the secretary of state, well except the guy who turned all red.
When I left Colorado, I had planned to face so tough guys and then co back with information on Lucy, and while that had happened, I didn't imagine myself in any iteration of events flying to London.
I was for the better part woefully prepared for sothing like killing the secretary of state, completely without a strategy, but after 5 hours of long sleep, my refreshed brain was able to cook up sothing.
First, I went over what I knew about Johne Strokes and his visit to London.
John wasn't just going for any common diplomatic eting, it was a eting which would mark a significant step forward in military cooperation between the US and Britain.
There were ntions of strengthening NATO and cooperating in the fields of cybersecurity, satellite security and AI-driven warfare, quite futuristic.
From my understanding it was more of a public announcent so I could expect reporters, a crowd and a press conference to be held, also the venue for this eting would be the Four Seasons Hotel at Park Lane in central London.
There wasn't much else, but from what I got in the newspaper I drew up a plan.
I made note of my current available resources and then my inadequacies and then found a solution for one of my problems.
I had zero ideas of locations in London, most importantly central London where I would most likely have to carry out my mission and so to fix this I decided on a map, and not just any map but an extrely detailed one that would make see the city and stuck on an airplane there was only one place I could get that, the cockpit.
Enjoying Bettany's pussy was just a bonus, a healthy addition of PSDP points, having her get a map was the goal and when that was accomplished, for the rest of the flight I drew up a rough plan and it was simple.
After getting off the plane I would deal with Mike first, unlike the foreign Secretary who wouldn't be going anywhere, if I lost Mike that would that was the end of it.
I planned to first get my hands on Mike and know where Lucy was and then from there head to Central London.
At the Four Seasons Hotel rather than interrupt the eting, I planned to take out John after the eting, when he was speaking to the crowd.
Sure, I would imdiately be under siege by dozens of security n, but with my super strength, echo, and mind vision I was more than certain I could escape them.
On Park Lane, several ters from Four Seasons Hotel was a moto bike store and running from the hotel I planned to get a bike there.
To escape my pursuers if any, I planned to head east for about an hour and then dumping the bike, turn around and head west on foot.
I had never tested the extent of my stamina, but I planned to run all the way to the Cambrian mountains which lay towards Wales. With going in deep I hoped to lose any tails.
Whatever botches were in my plan, I would deal with when the ti ca.
"There is no train station in Hatton," I asked the driver.
In the backseats of the car were Bettany and Mike, and I was too focused on studying the routes leading to Hatton to worry about their whisperings in the back.
"No, there aren't any trains, but plans to build one are currently underway." The driver answered and I nodded.
It took us close to 30 minutes to reach Hatton and I made sure to take note of the ti.
The eting between the secretaries was supposed to last till 4 pm, so I had to keep alert of the ti. By 2 pm I wanted to be out of Hatton and heading for central London.
"Marcus, where will you be stopping" Mike asked from the back.
"Don't worry about , just go ahead and highlight at your stop" I said.
My words surprised the people behind but they nodded and after so ti, they highlighted the vehicle.
Waving them goodbye, I let myself be driven for so seconds before dropping and turning in the direction of Bettany and Mike.
"Echo."
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