Chapter 20: The Devil Strikes Again
Hours later of talking with Darjan, I paid for the food and bid farewell to him. Making my way back ho, anticipation mingling with uncertainty. The daunting task of destroying the Krasniqi family lood large, yet an unshakable confidence coursed through my veins. I knew deep down that my plan would succeed.
Arriving ho my parents noticed my frequent absences and questioned about my whereabouts.
"You've been out a lot lately. Where do you keep disappearing to, dear?" my mother inquired, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Mother, I've made so new friends, and we've been spending a lot of ti together," I replied, taking off my shoes.
To my surprise, instead of investigating further, my mother seed delighted to hear about my newfound 'friends'.
Ever since I was born, I never had friends to hang out with and trust, thus making my mother happy.
After a pleasant dinner with my family, I retired to bed, preparing for the upcoming day at school.
The morning arrived, and I walked to school drowsy. 6 hours later of useless information being forced down my throat, I headed to a phone shop.
"Hello," The cashier greeted as I entered the store.
"Do y'all have cheap flip phones," I asked looking at the floor filled with embarrassnt,
"Of course sir," he replied, standing up from his seat and asking to follow him.
He guided to the flip phone section, where he promptly picked up an old 19s Nokia phone. The phone t my expectations, and I swiftly paid the 20$ before departing from the store.
"I need to make this shitty ass phone a trap phone" I muttered to myself as I made my way back to school. "I'll ask Teacher Miha how to do it; he surely knows how to, considering he always flashes his computer science diploma."
Eventually, I reached the school and as I strolled down the hallway, a janitor stopped and inquired,
"Dionis, what brings you here? School hours have long ended," her voice gentle yet curious.
"ye I know, I just ca here to ask teacher Miha about the howork he said to do. I don't understand it so can you tell if teacher Miha is here" I responded politely.
"Aha ok, yes Miha is in school. He's in his class correcting tests, I believe," She replied, moping the floor peacefully.
"Thank you, Miss, if you need anything feel free to ask " I said, offering her a playful wink and she imdiately blushed.
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, while walking to Teachers Miha's classroom.
I reached his class and opened the door. Right away, teacher Miha asked what I'm doing here.
"Teacher I just wanted to ask for a favor." I told him, twirling my fingers trying to seem nervous even tho I wasn't.
"Of course Dionis i'll help you as much as I can" he responded, putting down his pen and turning his head.
He along with other teachers, held in high regard due to my knack for calming the class and consistently completing my howork. I made sure I was a perfect student in front of the teachers, which had its advantages when it ca to subtly influencing them.
"T-Teacher I made a terrible mistake yesterday" I confessed, the weight of regret evident in my voice.
"What? Dionis tell what kind of mistake did you make?" he responded, concern flowing through his voice.
"I made fun of so people on ogle, and they said that they will co to my h-house and kill m-," I revealed, showing overflowing panic.
"Oh, is that all? Sigh, they won't, don't worry they are just a bunch of clowns,"
"but teacher I'm scared what if they really co, please help I don't want to die yet" I pleaded, attempting to convey genuine fear.
He attempted to calm , even though his annoyance was visible on his face. "Dionis, trust when I say they won't harm you. There's no need to worry,"
"I can't help but be scared. Do you have any knowledge on how to jam trackers or sothing to prevent them from tracking ?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Dionis you're overreacting, Go ho, calm down, and you'll see how ridiculous you sound" he responded, clearly irritated.
"Bu-But," I stuttered, resorting to a tactic that often worked for the easily moved, the CROCODILE TEARS. I disliked using this strategy as it painted in a pussy like image.
He glared at with a mix of annoyance and aggravated, as I started crying. "Alright, alright, Dionis, I know one way. Just stop crying; I'll get in trouble for nothing."
"How?? Tell please! I'm begging" my tears vanished instantly.
He proceeded to tell the thod—a simple technique involving the use of tin foil to shield the inside of the phone.
"But how does that foil prevent tracking?" I inquired, still uncertain.
"It's really simple actually, the tin foil deflects the radio wave send by the trackers and other devices, so it's nearly impossible to track a phone down nor record an audio call from a third party device."
"Oh? But won't that also block from calling my friends?"
"No. Since phone calls use electronic waves instead of radio waves and electronic waves pass through tin foil,"
This thod offered a dual advantage. Not only would it thwart the police from tracking , but it would also ensure the privacy of my conversations.
"Thank you, Teacher,"
I walked out of the classroom, a devious smirk forming on my lips.
"People sure get fooled easily" i thought to myself, while wiping my 'tears'.
With the day fading into darkness, I hastened to Darjan's house. Thankfully, his father was absent, sparing from his constant anger.
Darjan and I settled on a couch as I carefully opened the phone's back cover. Fetching the tin foil from the kitchen, Darjan handed it to , and I proceeded to line the phone's interior carefully. Once everything was reassembled, the trap phone was ready for action.
After snapping close the back cover of the nokia, I powered it on. Reluctantly, I knew it was ti to call the head of the Krasniqi family, a call I wasn't eager to make. With a deep breath, I dialed the number, sensing Darjan's nervousness beside as we waited for the call to connect.
"Hello, who is this?" ca the deep voice on the other end.
"Greetings, head of the Krasniqi family. I am the founder of the HIDDEN WORLD organization," I introduced myself confidently.
"Oh is that soooo? It seems you know who I am, so tell what do you want?" he responded, a note of caution creeping into his tone.
"I called today to discuss business. I've heard through my sources that your primary trade involves marijuana," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, and what about it?" he retorted, his defensive nature surfacing.
"Like I said I'm just here to do business, so why don't we et up in a place you chose and let's talk." I proposed.
"I don't have a lot of fucking ti, but since you want to do business, might as well make so extra money right? hahaha."
He seed to be as a laid back guy, perhaps even a bit arrogant for not displaying any suspicions towards . Although, anyone in his position wouldn't care due to the overwhelming power he possesses.
"I assure you that you won't regret this decision," I replied, attempting to conceal my excitent as I dabbed up Darjan and made various mocking facial expressions.
"We shall see. By the way, my na is Adem Krasniqi. And what should I call you?" he asked.
"My na? hmmm" I pondered, glancing around the room until my gaze landed on my blurred mask. "I am referred to as the NALESS. Rember it, as we will be conducting a great deal of business from now on." That sentence gave birth to a na that will leave an unerasable scar on the country for eternity.
"I like your attitude, the NALESS," he responded, amused by my confident behavior.
After exchanging a brief talk, I concluded the call. Darjan couldn't contain his worry, voicing his concerns about our chosen eting place.
"What? Are you crazy? Going to their fucking headquarters is suicidal! We'll all end up dead, don't you understand?"
"Shut your pussy ass up Darjan."
"I can't! you're leading us to certain doom! They have fucking guns, boss! Guns! We can't solve our problems with fists anymore," he argued, his fear of death evident.
"It seems you don't trust enough... Darjan since when was I stupid enough to lead my n to their demise. What kind of leader would I be if I did that. I have my own plans so don't worry and just follow my orders." I patted his shoulder and left his house without saying another word.
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