Spy Mage System
Chapter 129

129 Escape

Out of nowhere, one of the FBI agents opened the entryway as me and Petrov checked him out. “Hello, Agent Nelson needs you all moved,” he said, as disarray stumbled into our countenances and we both took a gander at one another briefly prior to standing up and leaving the room, passing by Nelson who gave us a phony grin as we went past her.

“Rocke did really,” she made sense of, as I now nodded in understanding as she drove us towards the lifts, as well as a few different agents in dark suits with their eyes covered with shades, while conveying assault rifles which they pointed towards the ground as they strolled.

She shut the lift entryways, and quietness ran between us for a couple of seconds as we kept on strolling through the lobbies of the FBI working peacefully, before we arrived at another room where there were more FBI agents and many more agents that were wearing dark.

How much was there?

But something was off, they looked natural. Exceptionally natural, and I mean intimately acquainted. It seemed like I realized them but didn’t know them simultaneously.

I investigated at Nelson as she squeezed a couple of buttons on her telephone and entered a numbers prior to pushing it back to her hair. What’s more, right at that particular second, one of the FBI agents gets out a wand, terminating a bolt at the ground.

It was my companions!

The bolt detonated, making agents rocket in reverse into the walls as they shouted in agony and blood started to stream down their appearances while others shouted for help from all edges of the room. Disarray spread all through my face, and I attempted to search for Petrov.

But all the smoke was obstructing my vision as I hacked out from the smoke that was occupying the room, making me hack and splutter prior to dismissing my head from the smoke and hacking up more smoke high up. But then I saw a standing figure that was in the middle.

.....

Petrov.

Rapidly, I ran towards him, as he thought back, covering his face and hacking viciously as he took off from me while I attempted to pursue him. But I immediately got him in the arms, handling him before I let him go and tossed my arms out before me, prior to pivoting and getting up to my feet as Petrov’s eyes enlarged and his face turned pale.

“Come on,” I mumbled, getting him and hauling him through the smoke.

Gunfire cried through the disorder, accelerating my speed as additional shots hit the stopping points and agents fell onto the ground. “Where are we going?” Petrov inquired. “Some place,” I answered. In the question of the bedlam, I may as yet hear a weak voice, a voice that appeared to quiet my feelings of trepidation, and a voice that showed my getaway from this.

“September?!” I yelled, following the voice. There was a corridor whose walls were simply smoke, as I went through it until I felt my back hit against an entryway. I opened the entryway and hauled Petrov inside, prior to closing the entryway behind me and turning around to see where this voice came from.

There were steps driving down the stairs before me, as I kept on hauling Petrov down the means, going downwards while my hand was getting drained from hauling him down the steps, as I clutched him with my arm on his shoulder. Then I heard strides that appeared to be moving from the left.

I followed it, trusting that I would see my group, lastly I found them in a room with a wrecked window that had an entryway prompting another corridor that had more steps prompting another floor of the structure. “Hello folks!” I yelled, as Malachi pivoted, seeing me as his grin extended. “Connor!” Nikki yelled, running towards me prior to maneuvering me into her arms so firmly that it hurt. I grinned, scouring my face against her shoulder as her body shivered with alleviation.

“Hello!” Greg expressed, coming over and tapping me on my shoulder prior to embracing me into his chest as I returned the embrace. Then out of nowhere, an enormous figure ventured into the room, getting each of our eyes on the double.

It was Jonathan Bricklayer!

He stopped briefly prior to removing his shades as his eyes met mine. “Thus, you are the offenders that are doing this,” he expressed, taking out his weapon. “Safeguard!” Nikki yelled to Tisiah, who utilized his wand to cover everybody with a safeguard as Jonathan discharged a few slugs at Tisiah’s safeguard. But Tisiah just took a gander at him and shrugged prior to strolling nearer to him with his hands still outstretched towards before he shot his wand and shot Jonathan directly in his chest.

He groveled as Tisiah strolled back to us with his hands outstretched. “Seems as though you will not be requiring your firearm any longer,” he said as Nikki assisted me with getting up while we as a whole gazed at Jonathan who had now tumbled to his knees.

“How about we leave, we have Petrov, now we really want to return to Fulton’s vehicle.”

“Fulton arranged this?”

“Yeah, he appears to truly think often about you,” September expressed, checking out at me happily.

We strolled a few doors down together while Malachi and I hauled Petrov between us. I didn’t know where they stopped, but I trusted they stopped some place that was effectively available to travel through, essentially not far away. We turned a corner and found them left right close to us in a parking spot with two different vehicles other than their own, while focusing on no individuals.

“Alright, we should move,” September expressed, moving towards the vehicle as I pushed Petrov within it, prior to following them and getting in on the opposite side.

“We want to get to the TSA boat,” I said. “That is where we can obliterate it.”

“How could you request him inside from the FBI base camp?” Fulton asked, investigating at me in shock while September drove.

I stopped briefly, prior to shaking my head gradually. “It’s a boring tale,” Petrov answered with a wheezing giggle, prior to hacking once more and checking out at me with concern.

I shook my head, gazing at the window briefly prior to turning my head to take a gander at Fulton, who was driving as I sat in the secondary lounge. “Do you have any idea where to replace the TSA boat?” I inquired. Fulton thought back, quiet before he spoke, “I have a thought of some kind or another.”

He immediately switched gears to move into invert, pushing back the vehicle before he turned the wheel, floating the vehicle in a 180 to where the front was looking ahead.

He sped through the roads, vehicles booming and sounding as he traveled through the road.

We ran over a crossing point where he snapped the wheel to one side, as the vehicle inclined internal into the other path. I have never acknowledged the amount of an insane driver he was. My hands were slipping from the seat, scarcely ready to keep set up in the vehicle.

The wheels shrieked as he turned paths, moving from left to right and in a without further ado coordinated manner. He arrived at the stoplight, as it was yellow, and right at that point, the pedal was destroyed by Fulton’s push.

He stepped it, as the driving force of the van thundered into a lion, as the speed prepared from its place previously.

We planned to arrive quickly going on like this.

He immediately kept on moving, before he went to one side. “I know we’re in a hurry, but might you at any point delayed down, only a tad chomped so we as a whole don’t pass on?!” Malachi screeched, but Fulton ignored him.

As a matter of fact, I think he went quicker on the grounds that I started to feel air spread between my legs.

“Alright, this is the very thing that we do, we go in, we obliterate and we emerge,” Fulton said. “But we really want to get our radios so we can call the YMPA!” September made sense of. “We really want to.”

“Okay, so annihilate the Cybertron and get your radios, then get back inside the van. We’ll return to C.A.M, call Mr. Drails, and afterward get you folks home, alright?!” he yelled.

We as a whole nodded, as we went on through the street, advancing toward our last any desire for returning home.

Preview:

Soon enough, I saw in the distance a sign that could possibly mean the docks, sighing in relief as we drove further down the road, where we were finally able to see the ship we were looking for. I could still remember it, the big structure of the ship that seemed to be out of a science fiction movie.

Ahead of us, we could see the ship had several trucks outside of it, moving around like a pack of wolves circling around it. Clearly I did not have any good memories, not by any chance at all. Fulton stopped the vehicle, looking at me with an expression of hope.

I turned my head around to look at September as he looked out of the windshield as if trying to figure out how to approach this. “Gina, try to replace a camera inside of the ship in front of us,” Fulton said, still looking at me. I looked at him for a moment, before nodding and turning towards the side door. I pulled on it, opening it as I walked outside of it, looking at the door for a moment, before I closed it and soon enough the others began to get out of their seats to follow me outside of the vehicle.

I turned around to look at Fulton as he stared at me with a determined face.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asked, staring at me with a cold and unreadable look in his eyes as his hand rested on the butt of his gun.

I nodded, although a sad feeling came over me as I saw a sad expression on his face.

He nodded, looking at me with a fake smile before he closed the door, as the camera showed up. “Alright, ready?” September asked, walking beside me as she turned towards the others that were all getting ready to go towards the dock.