Spy Mage System
Chapter 111

111 C.A.M

Fulton grinned and turned his look back through of his window where we were peering down at the ground from our vantage overhead before he shouted out once more. “This entire spy mage world. In those days, we battled against the most hazardous crooks in any general public, but now it’s simply one more conflict like governmental issues,” he said.

Yet again I grimaced accordingly and afterward turned towards Fulton. His voice had taken on a tone that appeared to be unique in relation to common. He appeared to be redirected from his normal self in some way. I was unable to place it precisely but I felt like something was up and that something other than him just was being lost in his own contemplations and sentiments here.

This just showed how little I had some awareness of the spy mage world too. I could see that it was more than whatever I initially suspected it was, and that it was undeniably more perilous than what I previously believed it to be.

“Basically we’re attempting,” Vicki expressed, inclining forward towards Fulton and taking a full breath before she kept talking in a more enthusiastic tone. “If you were to ask me, we’re really taking care of business.”

“How?” Malachi inquired. “We’re essentially battling against them like we generally do.”

“But look the amount we’ve done as such far,” Nikki expressed, pivoting in her seat while she removed her hands from her lap to incline forward and take a full breath too. “We’ve done a ton.”

“We’re actually accomplishing more,” Tisiah bragged as he loosened up her arms before him while sitting back in his seat.

We as a whole gone to take a gander at him before Fulton shouted out once more. “It would be ideal for we to show up soon,” he squirmed in his seat as he shouted out in a more energized manner than normal.

He turned his head forward, then back towards us before he started to peer through his window at the ground as we kept on peering down at it as we hovered above it. We were starting to get higher out of sight as we flew quicker too and I had started to feel like I could hurl.

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Something about being in helicopters sometimes falls short for me right now by any stretch of the imagination. It feels excessively close in here for my loving and I would rather not become ill out of here or out of dread of levels. I peered down at the window with interest, seeing a construction of a long lodge that went endlessly down to the extent that I could see before it at last finished at an end and I saw the ground underneath it.

“Amazing, that thing’s long,” I mumbled as I watched it go endlessly down.

Malachi roared with laughter and sat back in his seat while I saw him put his hands up towards the window before he inclined forward towards it to gaze beyond it briefly. He then, at that point, let out a murmur and went to take a gander at me with his earthy colored eyes, making me gaze back at him before he kept talking as he turned his consideration back towards the window with me too.

“Extremely lengthy,” he added.

I nodded accordingly before I turned my head forward and gazed through of the window once more, seeing the world go by me as I made an effort not to hurl from this unexpected sensation of weightlessness that had happened upon me. But then, at that point, the sensation of dropping started to burden me as we drew nearer to the ground.

“We’re landing!” Fulton said as he announced to us.

I investigated at him, seeing that he was correct and that we were coming in for an arrival. I thought back through of the window and saw the ground hurrying up to meet us. I shut my eyes as I felt myself fall, but then the helicopter halted and I opened my eyes once more. I accepted in a full breath as I understood that we were on the ground once more.

“Okay,” I murmured to myself as I glanced around.

Nikki pivoted and pulled on the handle, opening the entryway on her side and opening it somewhat before she stood up from her seat and left her entryway. I did likewise as I went out, feeling the virus air all over and acknowledging how different this spot was contrasted with the one that we left in before that day. The air was cold to a great extent was no intensity blowing on it to keep it warm like there was in my reality, making it cold to where it made me shudder.

I pulled my hoodie over my face, letting my nose and mouth be presented to the virus air before I felt somebody come up behind me and fold their arms over my midriff, embracing me firmly against their body while pulling me back so I was constrained into the man’s chest as I clutched them too.

I pivoted to see its identity as I understood it was Tisiah who had folded his arms over me, making me view at him while he folded his arms over my abdomen as he embraced me tight.

“It’s very chilly,” he said. “You don’t do very well in the virus isn’t that right?”

I shook my head, as Fulton requested for us to follow him so we could begin heading into a structure that was close by before he drove the way.

We trailed behind him while Vicki clutched my other arm as she strolled next to me while pulling me in nearer to her side so she could be warm as well...I suspect. It wasn’t turning out for her very well however so I had an inclination she would presumably become ill soon enough.

We as a whole followed Fulton, who drove us through a dull foyer with tall structures surrounding us, some with lights on within them while others had their lights off, making it more obscure than it very well may be in here.

We were all quiet as we went on down the lobby, watching our strides as they repeated noisily with each step we brought down the dull corridor, tuning in for sounds that could end up being useful to us sort out the thing heading we were heading down or even where we were going here.

“I don’t think a stockroom seems to be this,” Malachi mumbled from behind me as we kept strolling a few doors down.

I nodded my head gradually accordingly and watched my strides, attempting to tune in for any noises that I could hear from around us as we went on through the dull lobby.

“It would be ideal for we to be drawing nearer soon,” Fulton guaranteed us as we continued to stroll peacefully down the foyer until unexpectedly he halted before us and opened an entryway before him with his hand.

“What’s behind there?” I pondered to myself.

As he opened the entryway, I started to see a whole of my idea of perhaps a whole office or something like that. It was an enormous floor of PCs and courts and essentially all that to do with the spy mage world with a lot of individuals staying to a great extent on their PCs or chatting on telephones or in any event, going into this room or that space for reasons unknown or another.

There were a few workplaces down one finish of this enormous room, but most of this huge region was for the PCs with a couple of individuals to a great extent at most who appeared to be dealing with them, just talking delicately enough where I could scarcely hear their words.

On the right side though...was noisy.

There were a lot of individuals generally standing and conversing with one another with some in any event, yelling at one another to a great extent. There were individuals yelling out orders or demanding responses from others while others were sitting back with their hands held behind their backs and arguing in a similarly noisy tone. The air possessed an aroma like it was loaded up with synthetic substances, making my nose jerk.

But then I saw something that made me halt abruptly and glance back at Fulton as he strolled towards me, not noticing that I had halted by any means until I heard him calling out to out me and saw his eyes gazing at me from the separation away from where I stood.

I diverted my look from Fulton back towards the horde of individuals standing all around the room, seeing that they were all wearing white robes over themselves, seeming to be something that you could replace at the airport in their brilliant varieties and sparkling focuses on them. It helped me to remember what I saw when I was in that plane recently after I had been taken shots at.

The floor was covered with a light dark tone, making it seem to be a medical clinic or something almost identical. There were some love seats to a great extent and everything was perfect, even individuals were spotless trimmed and wore their hair short, with a couple of them with long hair down past their shoulders and backs, and most of them were men.

There were a few ladies waiting around but the greater part of them were simply situated at PCs or conversing with others via telephone or sitting back with their arms crossed in their laps while disrespecting their partners. They had long and thick robes over them, similar to the one’s that Fulton and most of them wore over their bodies.

“Amazing,” Nikki murmured without holding back as she came up close to me and remained adjacent to me, watching out of the room before she turned her head back towards Fulton who was all the while strolling towards us with the remainder of our gathering behind him.

“Indeed, this is the C.A.M Association,” he said. “The one I developed.”