"Nah nah nah, what a bad boy you are. Didn't your mother teach you not to accept food from strangers, especially one with a fake cute exterior like this old granny?"
Chevron, who was experiencing the peak of his life, the purpose of the 50 years that he had lived undercover, was completely in a worshiping mood as he did not expect to et the holy ssenger herself, but his mont of epic happiness was interrupted as he felt the sunlight getting blocked only for the voice of a towering man standing right behind him.
He was not the only one who was shocked, as the little girl had a horrified expression on her face; before the man spoke, she did not feel his presence at all as she raised her head to take a look. That marked the beginning of the end for the holy mission she was tasked with.
"A SHADOW!!!"
That day above Cleon City, a massive explosion in the stratosphere shocked the whole busy city, creating a spectacle that will be rembered for a long ti.
...….
Dealing with the aftermath is always a complicated process, and as Dagger was the only one conscious on the scene, this duty beca his.
Clearing all the surveillance systems, erasing any trace of their existence on the flying ship.
Engaging the d-Bay staff to sign a non-disclosure agreent, checking up on his teammates as he located the nearest base around him to send the kid who was severely injured for treatnt.
Although his injuries were not fatal, the injury to the soul needed to be taken care of as soon as possible; otherwise, the damage to the kid's foundation would beco irreversible.
Soon a small flying ship covertly took all the team mbers who were unconscious together with a dagger, heading to the nearest base.
...….
At an earlier ti, 500 km from the location of the flying comrcial ship, a massive mountain range with many peaks penetrating the clear cloud-covered terrain.
So many mountains gathered together, forming a sea made of rock, a perfect natural barrier, a rocky formation for concealing and protection made up by Mother Nature herself.
Hiding inside this huge formation is a research and developnt base.
Inside the base, within one of the most prestigious offices, a handso man who looked like he was in his late twenties, with muscles bulging up concealing a furious strength and an air that commanded respect and authority around him, was behind his desk reviewing the incident report that ca a few minutes ago.
Another lean man was sitting on the couch elegantly sipping tea as both of them basked in silence.
"Sigh, to think that those maniacs have been cooking such a huge blueprint for a massive attack right under our noses and nobody knew."
The man who was elegantly sipping tea could not help but add sothing to his comrade's statent.
"Correction, major; their operation was discovered. It was dood for failure from that mont on."
"Yeah, but according to this report, which did not ntion much, an agent stumbled upon this operation by chance. I just want to know what the hell intelligence is doing."
"No matter how they stretch themselves, intelligence can't cover up everything."
"Defending your corner, I see."
"I will only admit that such an operation should have been discovered after all; it was a long-planned one. All I can say is that we are not as perfect as you are, Major."
"And that is coming from my top intelligence lieutenant; I really should court-martial you."
Both of them had a cold smile on their faces. The frank interaction between them showed how close they were.
Their glaring contest was interrupted by the sudden ringing voice.
"You should take it."
The major slowly opened the comms to receive the incoming call.
"This is Major Patterson. What can I do for you?"
Such a response ca after Major Patterson saw that the incoming call was actually not an internal one from the base but coming from the outside.
"Hello, Major Patterson, My na is Lieutenant Rock. On the line with us, his lordship is listening.
Right now you are the nearest base nearby the place where the recent terror operation was discovered by an agent. I assu you have read the report."
The mont Major Patterson knew that one of the Lords was listening to this call, his expression changed as he looked at his friend, who still had the teacup a few inches away from his mouth, frozen.
" Ahem, Major Patterson greets the lordship. Yes, lieutenant, I have just read the report, a job well done indeed, especially for this agent who uncovered such a massive plot."
"Major Patterson I will get straight to the point: the report has been beautified. The one who discovered the terror attack was a participant in the seed program, called number 33.
He was the one who noticed abnormalities and decided to investigate, leading us to evade a massive blow.
A team was sent to assist the seed and take command of the operation, but most of them are injured severely and unconscious, with one agent dying on duty.
The seed is also in a critical situation right now, as his body received a massive wave attack, and his soul has been injured.
I will leave it to the Lord to give you the directive."
"Major Patterson, Your orders are to ensure the full recovery of the seed, especially from the soul injury.
The seed and the injured agents are on their way to your base right now.
Understood."
major Patterson: "Understood, your lordship. It is my privilege to welco these wounded heroes, and I will ensure that they will get the best treatnt we have."
"Good"
The call was abruptly ended by the Lord, leaving the shocked Major Patterson stiff like a stone in his chair.
Not doing any better was his friend Robert, who was the head of intelligence on the base. He felt like he had just heard the joke of the century.
Robert: "A SEED WAS THE ONE WHO UNCOVERED THE PLOT TO A CENTURY-OLD TERROR ATTACK PLAN!!!"
Major Paterson: "His lordship would not joke about such a thing. Now your jobs are being done by seeds; there will be a crackdown on your departnt soon."
The elegant-looking man could not taste the tea any longer, as he felt his mouth goes dry.
The internal line for communication starts buzzing, waking up both of them.
"Major, sorry to bother you, but there is a small flying ship with a designation from our organization heading our way requesting instruction for landing. What are your orders?
"Give the coming ship all the assistance needed; have the dical team arrive at the landing depot. Our injured brothers and sisters on that ship, is that clear?
"Affirmative, Major, I will imdiately inform them."
Major Patterson: "Let's get going to receive them. I bet you are as curious as I am about this incident. The report will not reflect the true incident, so let's get the story from the mouth of the lead himself."
Both of them left the office with many questions and a slight disbelief at the fact they just heard from their superiors.
...….
The small ship landed successfully as the door opened; a few personnel took out multiple individuals, all lying on a levitating bed; all of them were unconscious.
Robert and Patterson watching their brother and sisters in arms coming out one after another completely unconscious gave them a hint of the seriousness of the situation this team has been through.
Robert: "Eh, there's an unconscious kid coming out of that small flying ship. Am I seeing things now?"
Patterson: "You are not. The team leader just got out; let's go greet him."
Dagger, who was finally ho, felt his tense nerves relax only to see two high-ranking personal right in front of him.
He imdiately saluted the incoming major and the lieutenant.
Dagger: "Code na Dagger, greeting Major, Lieutenant."
Major: "At ease, Dagger. Our base is a facility for research and developnt with cutting-edge dical technology, so your team mbers will be in good hands. I promise you that."
Dagger: "Thank you, major."
Robert: "Which one is seed number 33, the man of the hour?"
Dagger: "He just passed you on the stretcher."
Following dagger's hand that was pointing behind him, Robert turned his head, following him the curious Patterson, but when they saw where dagger was pointing, they imdiately looked at him.
Robert: "Ahem, you an that kid, I an teenager, has participated and finished the seed program. He is seed number 33."
Dagger understood where Robert was coming from; after all, everything was hectic, and with so much on the line, he did not have the luxury to contemplate his encounter with Alan. Looking back at it, he is far too young to even enroll in the seed program.
Dagger: "He is seed number 33. I don't know if he had finished the program or just enrolled, but he was the vital elent in finding and clearing the conspiracy."
Both Patterson and Robert turned their backs as they looked at the young man being carried by the dical staff on the floating stretcher, with an extrely handso face that looked innocent and too young to even be here.
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