Spy Mage System
Chapter 117

117 Whereabouts

“What befell you all?!” he yelled at us, escaping the vehicle rapidly as Fulton got up all alone and helped me out of my squatted position that I had arrived in after the blast and raised a ruckus around town behind me with the vehicle and started hacking out smoke himself.

I shook my head at Fulton accordingly as I held my arm against my chest as it hurt from where it had been hit by the impact from the blast.

“Not excellent things,” Fulton answered. “But we’re as yet alive. Now how about we leave.”

September switched from inside the structure onto the street before suddenly halting, as told by Fulton. “Pause, do you have Quesada?” he inquired. September nodded and highlighted the back, but obviously since he wasn’t toward the back, he must be in the storage compartment.

“Okay, second thing,” Fulton added. He got the remote and clicked a button, and out of nowhere, the whole base detonated with a major haze of smoke that covered every one of us from a higher place.

I hacked for some time before it was protected enough for me to inhale once more, thus did Fulton and Malachi and September. Fire seethed across the ground before the smoke gathered up. It was now protected enough for every one of us to inhale once more, so I hacked some more prior to making a sound as if to speak and afterward started hacking some more as my throat felt dry from every one of the blasts around us.

“Gina,” Fulton said, as he tuned in. “Return us to C.A.M.”

The vehicle started to drive itself towards there out and about, as we as a whole moaned from the blasts that had occurred from those agents that were attempting to kill every one of us previously.

The ride back appeared to be long and tiring for all of us, particularly me in view of my hacking fit, but it at last reached a conclusion.

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“Thank heavens you’re protected,” Nikki expressed, checking me out.

“Yeah,” I answered, as I inclined forward in my seat. “I simply trust ” Abruptly, Nikki inclined in forward and kissed me.

“Goodness, hello,” I said, becoming flushed.

“You’re alright?” she inquired.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I’m happy,” she said. She inclined in much more forward, holding my cheeks and kissing me once more, and I could feel myself start to become flushed once more.

***

We showed up back at C.A.M and straight into the room that we found out about this base previously. I sat down as Fulton then, at that point, got the remote, and sprung up the screen. “Extraordinary, we now have Felix Quesada, which all things considered, is something to be thankful for,” he said as he grinned cheerfully.

“Indeed, hopefully it remains as such,” Malachi answered, grinning as well. “So what happens next?”

“My cross examiners will address Quesada, while we center around the following man for the present, George Greyson,” he said, moving his thumb over the screen which raised another screen of data and images that were there on it. “I’ve gotten data that Greyson is in all likelihood working in an army installation some place nearby.”

“Army installation?!” Tisiah said with a heave, getting up from where she had been sitting at first. “How could somebody like that work in an army installation?”

“He’s an influential man,” Fulton said with a shrug of his shoulders. He then, at that point, progressed forward as he read further about George Greyson prior to turning around to the gathering of us cheerfully. “Now, my folks have tracked down the location, but it won’t be simple however,” he said with a murmur.

I turned around towards Malachi who appeared to be annoyed with Fulton for expressing something to that effect as Fulton tapped on the screen, attempting to sort out what he could do about this base or even what he could do about this George Greyson.

Inevitably, he quit tapping on the screen and turned around to us happily.

“I have a thought,” he said. “Come on, all of you follow me.” He left the room and started to stroll down the passage prior to emerging into the lobby on the left half of the room prior to driving us down the corridors and through entryways and lobbies.

He drove us to this room, where it was by all accounts this large electric box with a holder on one of those surveys. “This is a creation called the Emanation Guide,” Fulton cleared up for us as he approached it and started to open it.

Malachi was checking out at this with a disapprove of his face. I could perceive he had one or two serious misgivings. “This can make clothing in view of pictures or your contemplations, and this will be required for this next mission.”

“For what reason didn’t we use it for Quesada’s base?” I asked Fulton, who shrugged his shoulders as he then put the image of George Greyson on the garments on his body and shut the crate with a bang. “Since Quesada knows his representatives, so we would’ve been gotten.”

Unexpectedly, the crate spazzed and Futon emerged with Greyson’s suit. “Tada,” he said with a snicker as he remained there in it as it was made to seem as though he had long hair on his head and a facial hair growth and a mustache. “Then you return inside and it will transform you back.”

Yet again the case ignited, startling me by and by before Fulton returned out to his normal article of clothing. “We will utilize this to get into the base,” he said with a smile. Malachi nodded with a grimace, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to grin from it all since this was a cunning thought, I contemplated internally. “Maybe,” he said, as yet looking doubtful about it.

We as a whole gotten out of the crate as it covered once more into itself and returned into rest mode and Fulton drove all of us through the foyer again prior to driving us beyond this spot. “Now, there is a spot for sports, so live it up for the present,” he said happily, but it appeared as though it was constrained.

After a snapshot of quietness, September shouted out first, to the surprise of no one. He approached me and talked with a smile all over. “Have a good time, Connor,” he said, drawing nearer to my face with his grin still there. I could feel my face begin to get hot as of now as he connected for my jawline but halted just prior to contacting my face, making him grin more extensive and chuckle. “I genuinely want to believe that we become companions.”

I nodded, feeling truly awkward, but I likewise felt a feeling of fervor right now since I never realized how individuals acted around each other as of not long ago. Thus far, September appeared to be the one that was attempting to carry on like a grown-up among this gathering.

We before long went into this building that was around fifty feet from the principal building, which was in these fields of green grass and trees and such, and were circumventing playing a few sporting events with one another until September shouted out once more.

“Goodness, this is similar to the Fma’s,” she said, snickering a little at seeing the person who was attempting to make the ball land in the container and miss. It was entertaining to watch. But Malachi laughed very hard, and he strolled over to the person who was about the age of 27 or 28. He was holding the ball and shaking his head with a giggle at how terrible this person was at this game.

“Hello tune in, this is the way you make it happen,” Malachi said. He positioned his hands ready, holding his base hand on top of it and afterward pulled his arm down with his entire existence, sending it flying as high as possible out of sight to make the ball land directly in the crate. The man thoroughly searched in stunningness, gazing at Malachi with his mouth open prior to pivoting to check out at September and most of us with a wide smile all over too.

“Is he with you all?” he inquired.

We nodded, and I felt a touch of regard from that too, since he was so dazzled by how Malachi had made the ball go into the container. It was a shrewd thought too that Malachi concocted all alone. “I’m a sad games fellow, I’m even more a programmer,” he said. “I don’t actually have the foggiest idea how to shoot a weapon.”

I laughed, not due to the reality he didn’t have the foggiest idea how to shoot one, but on account of something different he had quite recently said. I snickered alongside every other person right now as September shouted out.

“You’re a sad games fellow?” September inquired. “In view of the manner in which you moved, you appear to know this well.” The man laughed as though he was humiliated or something, checking out at Malachi happily.

“Goodness I’m an expert by any means of that,” Malachi expressed, getting into the discussion with her. “Allow me to tell you the best way to accurately shoot.”