Spy Mage System
Chapter 109

109 Connections

After some time, Fulton accompanied himself out the restroom entryway again happily. He took a gander at everybody with a serious look all over prior to strolling over to his work area and put down. “All things considered, I found a solution, but he appeared to be exceptionally hesitant about it,” he expressed, inclining back toward his seat and putting his hands behind his head.

We as a whole seen him, considering what his response was.

“They aren’t precisely in Russia, but they truly do manage specific circumstances that appear to concern Russia or its purposes within the country. Furthermore, it’s the BMO.”

“English Mage Association?” Nikki asked in disarray. “But they’re as far as possible in England, what are they doing in Russia?” Fulton shrugged, returning his gives over right in front of him as though he would have rather not discussed it any longer.

“Indeed, that is an inquiry for your dad,” he said with a shrug. “You can ask him that once you all get once again to the YMPA. Haven’t heard from him for some time haven’t you?”

Quiet broke out in the room as we as a whole gone to one another before we as a whole nodded no.

He murmured a tad prior to standing up once more and strolling over to me. He put a hand on my shoulder, seeing me grimacing as I glanced back at him with disarray all over. He took a full breath before he let it out leisurely as he scoured his brow with a dislike his face.

“I sympathize with your aggravation multiple times more,” he answered, with a swallow in his throat. He took another full breath prior to letting it out leisurely again before he took a gander at me genuinely. His eyes were dampened with trouble and sorrow. “But you know, not every person is fortunate,” he proceeded. Yet again he tapped me before he unsettled his hair up a smidgen as I felt a tear structure in my eyes too. I was stunned that another person could feel the aggravation that I have felt such a long time ago when I believed that everybody had disregarded me, didn’t ponder me.

They sort of still do, but I was tormented by Kirk regular. Also, the main individual who thought often about me was Greg and my mother and father. But now, I have companions and I’m saving the world.

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Perhaps it was anything but something terrible that I joined the spy mage framework and went to work for the YMPA. After all it has gotten me companions and some earing experience, which is presumably what I really want to escape this wreck I’m in now.

Fulton took a full breath before he left me and put down on his seat once more. But then, at that point, he got a tablet of some kind, as he flagged us to come.

We got up from our seats, Greg being the most intrigued, and strolled over to him. It showed a lot of pictures and representations of individuals, as he showed it to us individually.

“Alright folks,” Fulton started, checking us out. “We will see these individuals and inquire as to whether they know about Petrov.”

“Yeah...one question,” September asked, making a sound as if to speak. “Who on earth would they say they are?”

Fulton grinned at her before he took out his tablet once more, showing her a lot of pictures as he showed her individually until he at last showed her Petrov’s image. “These are individuals he works with,” he said, showing her another image. “I’ve met him multiple times when I was in Britain.”

September wheezed and her eyes enlarged as she gazed at the image with a serious look all over before she thought back up at him. “So why you don’t have the foggiest idea where he is?” she asked, folding her arms before her chest.

He moaned a tad prior to gazing toward her and afterward down at the image on his tablet once more. “Indeed, something occurred and he double-crossed me, but it’s a boring tale,” he said with a shrug. “It doesn’t exactly make any difference any longer.”

“I’m almost certain it does,” September said, folding her arms before her chest once more and tapping her foot eagerly on the floor.

He snickered a tad prior to shaking his head a tad as we as a whole gazed at him. “No it doesn’t. But everything I can say to you is that he doubtlessly is being an informant for somebody or some association,” he said. “Furthermore, we really want to track down these folks to check whether they could track down him.”

He then looked to the rear of the page. “First is an arms seller and previous Chief of CSS, Colombian Spy Administrations: Felix Quesada.”

I raised my eyebrow at him in shock and inclined forward on my seat as every other person inclined in for a superior consider well. He was a seriously buff man, as you could tell from his strong form and earthy colored skin variety that he was Mexican drop or something to that effect. He had short dark hair and bruised eyes and he was wearing some sort of military uniform as well as some sort of dark veil over his mouth and nose and there were likewise a few swathes around his neck and shoulders as well.

I didn’t have a clue when he said he was a previous President of CSS, but now that I see him, I can perceive how.

“He’s in Russia for some gathering with somebody I accept is likely not excessively significant in the event that being completely legitimate,” Fulton expressed, looking at the photos on his tablet while I gazed at him inquisitively.

He kept, checking the following picture out. It was a man named George Greyson, who was likewise a previous Chief of CSS. Not certain in the event that he was previously or after Quesada, but they were the two Presidents of CSS sooner or later. He was extremely tall and had an uncovered head as well as certain tattoos on his neck and arms.

That doesn’t seem to be a man named George Greyson by any means, I pondered internally as I kept on checking him out.

Fulton kept looking at the photos on his tablet while we as a whole gazed at them, sitting tight for him to get to the following picture. “Last one is a data merchant: Jonathan Artisan.”

I was extremely shocked when I saw Jonathan’s image as he was a diminutive man with long white hair that covered his face except for his blue eyes that gazed back at me as I gazed back at him inquisitively. He was likewise exceptionally solid and had a tattoo on his neck, as well as another one on his right arm.

“In this way, we really want to track down these folks so we can track down Petrov?” Nikki inquired. Fulton nodded prior to putting his hands behind his head and reclining in his seat again as he grinned at us. “The best anyone can hope for at this point is to hold on until we arrive on this plane,” he said with a murmur as we as a whole nodded in understanding.

Some time elapsed and it was night, and the plane was all the while moving. I generally kept myself situated on one of the seats that were looking towards the opposite side. September was at the opposite side, but she was generally peaceful. Furthermore, she additionally was dozing on the seat that I was perched on with her eyes open. Greg was sitting close to me on the opposite side of the passageway from me, checking out at me sometimes.

Out of nowhere, I saw Fulton strolling towards me and Greg. “Hello folks,” he said in a quiet, relieving voice as we both turned towards him with wide smiles on our countenances as we welcomed him.

He plunked down on the seat close to me and Greg moved over, so we could have somewhat more space on the seats. “So how are you folks?” he asked, scouring his jawline with his fingers while we as a whole stayed there quietly briefly, pondering what we ought to express back to him.

“All things considered, fine I surmise,” I answered with a shrug as he gave me a confounded look.

Greg nodded, giving a little smile as he scoured his jaw and put his hand back on the seat before us. “It’s been different recently but, soon enough all that will have returned to normal,” Greg said in a quiet voice as Fulton nodded in understanding.

We both went to take a gander at Fulton and he nodded prior to turning away from us, gazing at different travelers as we turned around to one another and gave a little snicker together prior to turning around to Fulton who actually had his head down.

The quietness filled in the plane as I gazed through the window of the plane checking out at the delightful sky that encompassed us. “I know how that feels,” Fulton expressed out of nowhere as I bounced in shock, gazing toward him in shock.