Chapter 124: Where Were You?
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Everyone had boarded the flight. The captains were ready to take off. Ryan sat patiently inside the washroom with his food beside the sink.
Brandon was worried about Ryan. he didn't spot Ryan in the economy class with the rest of his class.
'I am sure I saw Ryan enter the flight, then where is he?' if he had not seen Ryan enter the flight, he might have delayed the flight and searched for Ryan all over the airport.
He sat in his compartment thinking about Ryan… and the mercenaries he saw at the airport.
"Target out of sight," Henry reported, "Ryan Walker is not in our sight,"
"Where is he?"
"In the flight, but not in front of us,"
"Did he catch you?"
"Not possible. We are trained assassins and spies, not even a general can spot our presence or catch us following them." Henry assured.
"Okay. whatever you do, I want Ryan in front of me within the next 24 hours, ALIVE!"
"We understand your rage but alive? That's hard to-"
"I am paying you enough money… no, you know what? I will pay you the amount you ask for, let it be in millions, I just want him alive. I will kill that fucker myself,"
"Understood. Over."
"Over."
In his compartment, Brandon suddenly got up from his comfy seat. He adjusted his uniform and looked at the time.
"I can't wait any longer, I must find him." Brandon walked near the door and commanded, "Open" the door slid open.
He ran out of his patience, he went out of his compartment to find Ryan, bring him to his compartment and have a private conversation with him.
Ryan still was in the washroom, the smell was starting to faint. He still didn't want to take any chances by coming out of the washroom.
"I should take a glance, quickly" he got up from the toilet seat. His heart was beating hard inside his chest.
Ryan unlocked the washroom's door, no one was standing in front of the washroom, he continued pushing the door until a small gap, enough to peek out, was created.
He pushed his head out of the door gap and took a look outside, 'They are still here. But where?' Ryan glanced over the economy class as long as his eyes allowed him to.
'Not here. How did they even get inside? Are they strong? Will I be able to face them?' multiple questions were erupting in his mind.
His thought process was soon interrupted by a deep familiar voice, "Ryan?"
His body froze after hearing his name, for a second he thought it was the Mafia but... this voice was familiar.
"Ryan…. I was looking for you," he saw a huge figure behind him which was intimidating, "Where have you been?"
"G-General Brandon," he stuttered, "Why? W- what happened?" he asked still not coming out of the washroom.
'Why the hell do my senses stop working at times like these?' he thought about the airport incident, 'It's gotta be about it.'
"I want to have a talk with you," Brandon smiled.
'Crap. why is he smiling at me like that?'
"T- talk? A- about what, sir?"
"Just come with me," he pulled his hand out of his pocket.
"I- I have to use the washroom,"
"Oh, okay. Take your time, I will be waiting for you outside."
'Huh? What does he want?'
Ryan went inside the washroom, washed his face once, flushed, washed again.
'What am I gonna do with this food? I can't take it out.' it might be gross to come out of the washroom with hands full of snacks, 'I might just-'
He moved his hand to take the snacks and hide them somewhere in the washroom then collect them back after dealing with Brandon.
'I wish I had something to keep this.' he thought as he picked the bag of snacks.
< Extra items detected. Not enough space to carry around by the host >
< Would you like to add the items to your inventory? >
The bag of snacks dropped from his hands, 'What is this? An inventory?'
After playing plenty of video games, Ryan was sure what the System meant by an inventory.
< Store extra luggage in your inventory. Do you want to add a bag of snacks to your inventory? >
'Yes.'
< Item added to the inventory. >
< Inventory: 1/10 >
< Your Inventory:
A bag of snacks >
'Thank god. I don't know how but it is useful. I love this System.' Ryan pushed open the door. As he said, Brandon was still standing beside the washroom with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Are you done?" he asked turning his head.
"Y- yes, sir."
"Well then, follow me,"
Ryan hesitated at first but did as Brandon ordered him to do. Ryan followed Brandon till he stopped in front of a high-tech door.
'Is this his compartment?' Ryan wondered looking at the door.
< An Advanced-tier aka third-tier defense door. >
< Passcode: need the person to whom this room is allocated to >
'The passcode thing is useless. Does that mean the door will only open-'
"Open," Brandon commanded. The door slid open.
'Nevermind.'
"Come inside. I want to have a long talk with you," Brandon said as he walked inside his room.
Ryan hesitated before entering. Brandon took out his blazer and placed it on a robot's hand. Which was just a statue.
"Close," the door behind Ryan shut closed.
"Would you like a drink?" Brandon asked throwing himself on a big chair. It was comfy looking made of a leather chair.
Ryan sat down on the couch which was placed against the wall after rejecting Brandon's offer. Brandon loosened his tie.
Suddenly a white sparkling light appeared in the midair. Ryan was startled to see something sparkling in the midair, "Calm down." he scoffed.
It soon turned into a circle, a glass appeared from the circle. Brandon took the glass filled with some orange liquid and the circle disappeared.
"That's a white portal. The first-tier." he told Ryan as he took a sip of his drink, "I ordered this drink but I didn't want them to disturb me so I ordered this from a portal."
'Never knew the higher-ups had such luxury service. This is totally unfair.' Ryan sighed.
"Shall we… start our talk?" Brandon asked keeping his glass of drink aside.
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Everyone had boarded the flight. The captains were ready to take off. Ryan sat patiently inside the washroom with his food beside the sink.
Brandon was worried about Ryan. he didn't spot Ryan in the economy class with the rest of his class.
'I am sure I saw Ryan enter the flight, then where is he?' if he had not seen Ryan enter the flight, he might have delayed the flight and searched for Ryan all over the airport.
He sat in his compartment thinking about Ryan… and the mercenaries he saw at the airport.
"Target out of sight," Henry reported, "Ryan Walker is not in our sight,"
"Where is he?"
"In the flight, but not in front of us,"
"Did he catch you?"
"Not possible. We are trained assassins and spies, not even a general can spot our presence or catch us following them." Henry assured.
"Okay. whatever you do, I want Ryan in front of me within the next 24 hours, ALIVE!"
"We understand your rage but alive? That's hard to-"
"I am paying you enough money… no, you know what? I will pay you the amount you ask for, let it be in millions, I just want him alive. I will kill that fucker myself,"
"Understood. Over."
"Over."
In his compartment, Brandon suddenly got up from his comfy seat. He adjusted his uniform and looked at the time.
"I can't wait any longer, I must find him." Brandon walked near the door and commanded, "Open" the door slid open.
He ran out of his patience, he went out of his compartment to find Ryan, bring him to his compartment and have a private conversation with him.
Ryan still was in the washroom, the smell was starting to faint. He still didn't want to take any chances by coming out of the washroom.
"I should take a glance, quickly" he got up from the toilet seat. His heart was beating hard inside his chest.
Ryan unlocked the washroom's door, no one was standing in front of the washroom, he continued pushing the door until a small gap, enough to peek out, was created.
He pushed his head out of the door gap and took a look outside, 'They are still here. But where?' Ryan glanced over the economy class as long as his eyes allowed him to.
'Not here. How did they even get inside? Are they strong? Will I be able to face them?' multiple questions were erupting in his mind.
His thought process was soon interrupted by a deep familiar voice, "Ryan?"
His body froze after hearing his name, for a second he thought it was the Mafia but... this voice was familiar.
"Ryan…. I was looking for you," he saw a huge figure behind him which was intimidating, "Where have you been?"
"G-General Brandon," he stuttered, "Why? W- what happened?" he asked still not coming out of the washroom.
'Why the hell do my senses stop working at times like these?' he thought about the airport incident, 'It's gotta be about it.'
"I want to have a talk with you," Brandon smiled.
'Crap. why is he smiling at me like that?'
"T- talk? A- about what, sir?"
"Just come with me," he pulled his hand out of his pocket.
"I- I have to use the washroom,"
"Oh, okay. Take your time, I will be waiting for you outside."
'Huh? What does he want?'
Ryan went inside the washroom, washed his face once, flushed, washed again.
'What am I gonna do with this food? I can't take it out.' it might be gross to come out of the washroom with hands full of snacks, 'I might just-'
He moved his hand to take the snacks and hide them somewhere in the washroom then collect them back after dealing with Brandon.
'I wish I had something to keep this.' he thought as he picked the bag of snacks.
< Extra items detected. Not enough space to carry around by the host >
< Would you like to add the items to your inventory? >
The bag of snacks dropped from his hands, 'What is this? An inventory?'
After playing plenty of video games, Ryan was sure what the System meant by an inventory.
< Store extra luggage in your inventory. Do you want to add a bag of snacks to your inventory? >
'Yes.'
< Item added to the inventory. >
< Inventory: 1/10 >
< Your Inventory:
A bag of snacks >
'Thank god. I don't know how but it is useful. I love this System.' Ryan pushed open the door. As he said, Brandon was still standing beside the washroom with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Are you done?" he asked turning his head.
"Y- yes, sir."
"Well then, follow me,"
Ryan hesitated at first but did as Brandon ordered him to do. Ryan followed Brandon till he stopped in front of a high-tech door.
'Is this his compartment?' Ryan wondered looking at the door.
< An Advanced-tier aka third-tier defense door. >
< Passcode: need the person to whom this room is allocated to >
'The passcode thing is useless. Does that mean the door will only open-'
"Open," Brandon commanded. The door slid open.
'Nevermind.'
"Come inside. I want to have a long talk with you," Brandon said as he walked inside his room.
Ryan hesitated before entering. Brandon took out his blazer and placed it on a robot's hand. Which was just a statue.
"Close," the door behind Ryan shut closed.
"Would you like a drink?" Brandon asked throwing himself on a big chair. It was comfy looking made of a leather chair.
Ryan sat down on the couch which was placed against the wall after rejecting Brandon's offer. Brandon loosened his tie.
Suddenly a white sparkling light appeared in the midair. Ryan was startled to see something sparkling in the midair, "Calm down." he scoffed.
It soon turned into a circle, a glass appeared from the circle. Brandon took the glass filled with some orange liquid and the circle disappeared.
"That's a white portal. The first-tier." he told Ryan as he took a sip of his drink, "I ordered this drink but I didn't want them to disturb me so I ordered this from a portal."
'Never knew the higher-ups had such luxury service. This is totally unfair.' Ryan sighed.
"Shall we… start our talk?" Brandon asked keeping his glass of drink aside.
Everyone had boarded the flight. The captains were ready to take off. Ryan sat patiently inside the washroom with his food beside the sink. Brandon was worried about Ryan. he didn't spot Ryan in the economy class with the rest of his class. 'I am sure I saw Ryan enter the flight, then where is he?' if he had not seen Ryan enter the flight, he might have delayed the flight and searched for Ryan all over the airport. He sat in his compartment thinking about Ryan and the mercenaries he saw at the airport. "Target out of sight," Henry reported, "Ryan Walker is not in our sight," "Where is he?""In the flight, but not in front of us,""Did he catch you?""Not possible. We are trained assassins and spies, not even a general can spot our presence or catch us following them." Henry assured. "Okay. whatever you do, I want Ryan in front of me within the next 24 hours, ALIVE!""We understand your rage but alive? That's hard to-""I am paying you enough money no, you know what? I will pay you the amount you ask for, let it be in millions, I just want him alive. I will kill that fucker myself,""Understood. Over.""Over."In his compartment, Brandon suddenly got up from his comfy seat. He adjusted his uniform and looked at the time."I can't wait any longer, I must find him." Brandon walked near the door and commanded, "Open" the door slid open. He ran out of his patience, he went out of his compartment to find Ryan, bring him to his compartment and have a private conversation with him. Ryan still was in the washroom, the smell was starting to faint. He still didn't want to take any chances by coming out of the washroom."I should take a glance, quickly" he got up from the toilet seat. His heart was beating hard inside his chest.Ryan unlocked the washroom's door, no one was standing in front of the washroom, he continued pushing the door until a small gap, enough to peek out, was created. He pushed his head out of the door gap and took a look outside, 'They are still here. But where?' Ryan glanced over the economy class as long as his eyes allowed him to.'Not here. How did they even get inside? Are they strong? Will I be able to face them?' multiple questions were erupting in his mind. His thought process was soon interrupted by a deep familiar voice, "Ryan?" His body froze after hearing his name, for a second he thought it was the Mafia but... this voice was familiar. "Ryan. I was looking for you," he saw a huge figure behind him which was intimidating, "Where have you been?""G-General Brandon," he stuttered, "Why? W- what happened?" he asked still not coming out of the washroom.'Why the hell do my senses stop working at times like these?' he thought about the airport incident, 'It's gotta be about it.'"I want to have a talk with you," Brandon smiled. 'Crap. why is he smiling at me like that?'"T- talk? A- about what, sir?""Just come with me," he pulled his hand out of his pocket."I- I have to use the washroom,""Oh, okay. Take your time, I will be waiting for you outside."'Huh? What does he want?' Ryan went inside the washroom, washed his face once, flushed, washed again. 'What am I gonna do with this food? I can't take it out.' it might be gross to come out of the washroom with hands full of snacks, 'I might just-'He moved his hand to take the snacks and hide them somewhere in the washroom then collect them back after dealing with Brandon.'I wish I had something to keep this.' he thought as he picked the bag of snacks. Extra items detected. Not enough space to carry around by the host Would you like to add the items to your inventory? The bag of snacks dropped from his hands, 'What is this? An inventory?'After playing plenty of video games, Ryan was sure what the System meant by an inventory. Store extra luggage in your inventory. Do you want to add a bag of snacks to your inventory? 'Yes.' Item added to the inventory. Inventory: 1/10 Your Inventory: A bag of snacks 'Thank god. I don't know how but it is useful. I love this System.' Ryan pushed open the door. As he said, Brandon was still standing beside the washroom with his arms crossed across his chest. "Are you done?" he asked turning his head."Y- yes, sir.""Well then, follow me,"Ryan hesitated at first but did as Brandon ordered him to do. Ryan followed Brandon till he stopped in front of a high-tech door. 'Is this his compartment?' Ryan wondered looking at the door. An Advanced-tier aka third-tier defense door. Passcode: need the person to whom this room is allocated to 'The passcode thing is useless. Does that mean the door will only open-'"Open," Brandon commanded. The door slid open. 'Nevermind.' "Come inside. I want to have a long talk with you," Brandon said as he walked inside his room. Ryan hesitated before entering. Brandon took out his blazer and placed it on a robot's hand. Which was just a statue. "Close," the door behind Ryan shut closed. "Would you like a drink?" Brandon asked throwing himself on a big chair. It was comfy looking made of a leather chair. Ryan sat down on the couch which was placed against the wall after rejecting Brandon's offer. Brandon loosened his tie.Suddenly a white sparkling light appeared in the midair. Ryan was startled to see something sparkling in the midair, "Calm down." he scoffed. It soon turned into a circle, a glass appeared from the circle. Brandon took the glass filled with some orange liquid and the circle disappeared."That's a white portal. The first-tier." he told Ryan as he took a sip of his drink, "I ordered this drink but I didn't want them to disturb me so I ordered this from a portal."'Never knew the higher-ups had such luxury service. This is totally unfair.' Ryan sighed."Shall we start our talk?" Brandon asked keeping his glass of drink aside.
