YM778.TV Chapter 217: Court Hearing—Nathan
Chapter 217: Court Hearing—Nathan
Nathan\'s POV
"Ah, they\'re here."
I pressed a button on my desk, allowing four men to enter my office.
They saluted before me.
"Sir Agent!"
Heavy voices resounded in the closed room.
"You\'re here as?"
"A family, Sir!"
I chuckled at their answer.
\'Four burly men coming to visit a manager as a family?\'
\'A funny thing, that is.\'
\'Wait, actually, it makes sense, kind of... not really.\'
\'I mean, they could be some sort of hunter group—\' "Sir!"
Their voice cut off my thoughts.
I let out a cough.
"Hm-hm, I was focused."
I wasn\'t lying.
I really wasn\'t!
But their eyes didn\'t seem to think so.
"Whatever.... Report!"
"Nothing from me; last night was quiet, Sir!"
"Target whored himself out at a club, Sir!"
"Target tortured a few homeless in the slums, Sir!"
"Target went to the black market, Sir!"
My gaze remained still for a moment.
\'So another day goes by, and I still didn\'t prove myself useful.\'
\'Emir will do everything by himself at this rate.\'
\'What am I even here for?!\'
"Fuck!"
My right arm banged the table, causing papers to fly about.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Is anything wrong, Sir?"
After letting out a sigh, I looked up at the ceiling.
"You guys trust me, yeah?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Do you care about why you\'re tracking these guys?"
"We follow orders only, Sir!"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes, Sir!"
I chuckled.
"....Then know it\'s about the Order."
The men before me flinched.
They were trained as assassins and spies, but they still couldn\'t hide their surprise.
"Sir?"
Their elected leader stepped forward, a question on his pale face.
"Yes, Ben?"
"We trust you with our lives; that\'s a fact...."
"But we, who begged you for years to attack them or at least try to, didn\'t even make you budge."
"So why now? What made you do this?"
A laugh involuntarily left my mouth.
I couldn\'t help it.
How was I supposed to calm myself?
"A new boss. I\'ve got a new boss that means business."
"Boss? Is he not in the UEF?"
"Exactly. The best boss you can ask for!"
"In the short time we worked together, I\'ve already done twice as much as I did under the UEF for all those years!"
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My men were speechless, but my mouth continued to talk:
"He might be a bit cruel, insane, and a little deranged, but he\'s all good in my books!"
"He even stopped lying to me..."
"He treats me with respect, you know?!"
"And his plans are incredible too... Since the day we were introduced, I\'ve only had surprise
after surprise."
"He-"
My words were cut off as one of my men interrupted me:
"Is he that good, Sir?"
Another commented:
"You sound like you\'re talking about your crush, Sir."
And another:
"He sounds fun, Sir."
Their leader stepped forward too.
"Who is he, Sir?"
I enjoyed their banter.
I never really liked a cold base.
\'Maybe one day I\'ll have that with Emir too...\'
But till then and beyond, I\'ll remain thankful for the day I took them in from those Ebonfyre
fuckers.
My every day turned out slightly better.
Brighter.
.... Now enough reminiscing.\'
I turned my attention to their leader.
A black-haired, black-eyed Asian, like the rest of them.
"Remember the hunter-"
My hands were immediately raised to cover my mouth.
\'Ahhhhh!\'
\'I almost killed myself then.\'
\'Shit!\'
\'Note to self....\'
\'Less bragging.\'
\'Otherwise, I\'d die.\'
\'Oh, wait.\'
\'Actually, these guys are also under the contract, so it\'s fine, right?\'
\'I mean... Lyra wouldn\'t allow them in the hunter group otherwise, so they had to have signed it.\'
A sigh escaped my mouth at that false close call.
I should\'ve known this, but I guess I wasn\'t there.
\'Or maybe I just forgot.\'
\'Who knows.\'
\'She probably just sent them.\'
"Did you guys sign the contract?"
My men looked confused for a moment, but they still answered in unison:
"Of course, Sir!"
The man on the farthest left added:
"You sent it yourself, Sir. Did you forget?"
I stared at him wide-eyed for a whole second.
\'No, no, I didn\'t.\'
\'What is he on about?\'
\'Was I drunk?\'
\'No.... Wait!\'
"That fucking AI hacked my shit!\'
\'She sent the contract with my name on it!\' \'Ah-wait, I need to speak.\'
"Of course, just making sure."
I was not about to show myself as stupid.
"Anyways, it\'s Emir. Your and my boss in the hunter group."
Their reactions were passive as if they expected it.
\'It was really obvious, wasn\'t it?\'
Ring! Ring! \'Ah, that\'s Emir.\'
I had a unique ringtone set for him.
"The boss is calling. Quiet."
After my command, I picked up my terminal.
Tap.
"Hello, boss."
"Yo, old manager."
\'I don\'t look that old, do I?"
\'I think I\'m handsome.\'
"You are handsome."
\'Did he just read my mind?\'
\'Is he in the room?\'
"No, you\'re just easy to read."
\'Ah...\'
"Yes, boss. Thank you for the compliment. Now, more importantly, is there anything that you
need?"
"Nah, I\'m just here to tell you to end it.... Bye now, I\'ll get going."
"End what?"
Toot! Toot!
The call was cut off.
\'Did I accidentally turn off my terminal?\'
\'No, it still worked.\'
\'Hmmm.....\'
\'Maybe something happened to him.\'
\'...No, he\'s usually like that, so I\'ve been given all the information that I needed.\'
I needed to end something.
\'End what?\'
I looked up at my men.
And that\'s when I realized.
The court hearing was brought forward.
\'I, no, we don\'t need to track those bastards anymore.\'
\'Shit!\'
Everything had gone to shit.
Hoooooh.
\'Breathe, breathe.\'
\'Control yourself, Nathan.\'
\'It\'s Emir that you were bragging about so much just a few minutes ago.\'
\'Yeah, he\'s got this.\'
\'We\'ll be fine.\'
\'I\'ll be fine.\' Ting!
\'Hm? My PC rang up.\'
\'What is it?\'
Some might say that it\'s old-school but I still liked having them.
Not everything needed to be a hologram or a terminal.
I accessed it using my neural network and scrolled through a few pages.
My mind was the \'mouse\' and \'keyboard.\'
Two relics lost to time.
Soon, I stumbled upon what the notification was about.
Emir\'s personal information page.
{Age: 14.}
{Hair: Black. Eyes: Black....}
My eyes remained on the screen as I zoomed in on the updated section.
{Will...}
Emir had updated his will.
My emotions spilled over like a kettle simmering for years on a stove.
"WE\'RE FUCKED!"