The next day, as per their agreent, Sam handed the letter to Sergeant Krupke, making sure to tell him, as formally as she possibly could, that they would love to et him as soon as possible. He gave a nod in turn, and tucked the letter into a locked drawer in his desk.
Two weeks later, after Sam and George had already started considering that it might have been a shared hallucination, they were t with another letter, which stated in formal words how they wouldnt be able to et Kreig just yet. Signed by a Dr Darius Falk. Again, George concluded that this was not a good sign. When Sam handed the letter to Sergeant Krupke, she made sure to hamr it in that they would love to et Kreig as soon as possible. Another week, and another letter. Again, she restated her position.
Two weeks, two letters, until, finally, the fifth week after receiving the first letter
Dear Samantha and George Wiedemann,
I am delighted to inform you that permission has been given for an official visit. You will be picked up at Gate 5 of the Guramn Airport this evening at 18:00. You will be escorted by ard guards and Fighters. Please do not be alard by this, it is rely security.
I cannot imagine the joy you must feel in this mont, but I assure you, when Kreig Wiedemann ets you, he will surely be even more delighted.
After all, I should know.
//Dr Darius Falk.
They got this letter at 17:21, and Guramn Airport was forty minutes away by car. Suffice it to say, police officer she may be, but that evening even she did her share of speeding. George couldnt object, he was far from sinless himself, though of a less physical sort.
Either way, when they got to the bustling crowded airport, they did so with their breaths caught in their throats.
Shit shit shit, were gonna be late! Do you think theyll take off without us if were late?? Sam asked as she jogged in place, George finally catching up to her. His forehead glistened with sweat, his eyes hazy and distant. They wont, right? But even then, weve gotta keep running! This is authority people, we cant know what theyre thinking!
George leaned down, resting his hands on his knees, taking a mont to just breathe. Haah, haah Sam, I swear, you will be the death of , he said. The chances that they would leave without us is extrely low.
Despite all the evidence against her, Sam insisted that they continue running. They got to Gate 3 four minutes past 18.
You two must be Kreigs family, huh? The first thing that t them at Gate 3 was a young man carrying a spear, surrounded by various Fighters and military personnel. He seed young, bright-eyed and confident. ...Wait, its only two of you? Ma and-, no, youre really young, so Wait, wait. Hold on. Is-, did Oh. Ohhhh, okay, okay. Now I get why its taken this long. Alright, just follow , kiddos, Ill take you to the helicopter.
Human, Lv.344-
Not introducing oneself while eting another person for the first ti was sothing George considered to be very rude, but there was no space to complain, as the man didnt even hesitate to turn around and head out of the gate. Sam and George both followed.
Hey, miss sis. You a fighter or sothing? he asked.
Yeah, what about it?
The Fighter grinned. Well well well. Im sure you know who I am, then? After all, youve seen my level. My very high, very impressive level that lets bend steel with my bare hands!
Sam stared at him for a mont, trying to place his face. -I havent the slightest clue, dude.
The man froze mid-way through a pose that oozed pride. You-, um. You really dont know? Im Craig? Craig the Thunder Spear? One of twenty level 300 Fighters? Geez, sis, thats-, wow. You hurtin my feelings here!
In that mont, George decided not to disclose the fact that he did actually know who this man was. Craig. A prodigy of sorts, one of the youngest high-level Fighters in the world as a pretty direct result of his competitive and risky nature when it ca to fighting. One of the few people in the world who would gladly hurl themselves at a monster with a level twice as high as theirs. In a way, his accomplishnts were admirable.
But in person Craig really just wasnt anybody George wanted to get to know. He seed like a very loud and arrogant man, just the kind of person George couldnt stand.
As it turned out, the helicopter they would be riding in wasnt any ordinary helicopter. This was a deeply militaristic aircraft, designed not only for high speeds and high altitudes, but also long tis in the air. For the IOCRO, such aircrafts were mainly used for transportations of high-level Fighters to different parts of the world or for long-distance sniping (whereby ranger- or magician-type Fighters would remain in the aircraft while close-ranged Fighters went on the ground).
This model was a Black Tiger T-6, one of the best long-distance high-speed helicopters out there. Georges heart practically jumped out of his chest.
While stepping into the aircraft beside his sister and the Fighter (and all the other security), he had to consciously keep his mouth shut, lest he went on a long-winded tangent about why this particular model was superior in all forms as compared to such aircrafts like YOL-P 77 or Halvan Helan(A-26). anwhile, he could only sowhat understand that Craig, the Fighter, was really trying to pester Sam into admiring him, which wouldnt work in the least. Sam didnt admire anyone. Trying to force her to think highly of him would just make her think less of him than she already did.
...Though, the presence of Craig did present them with a bit of a question. How in the world could Kreigs return require the presence of such a high-levelled Fighter? Usually, Fighters above level 300 were reserved to fight the strongest monsters and the strongest portals. A few even had the distinct (dis)pleasure of being deported inside the portals and into the Otherworld in order to assist the two military bases placed there.
...The return of a missing person should not require the presence of such a person. The return of his little brother should not have been this big of a deal.
Unless sothing was seriously off.
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