99 CHAPTER 98 G&G
"Hold still," Chris said. The land Tripler skidded to the side as he turned the steering into the west Ivorian street. He eased his feet from the acceleration, however, not wanting to bring the eyes of the Keepers on them.
The street bristles with people of different shapes and sizes, mostly youths though. Youths were the fuel of Candanian. They were the ones that hang around in the night, doing the things which the society frowns on, at night. Matt had spent almost his entire life in Candanian since graduation. But looking at the Ivorian street now, he began to doubt if there were more places like this which he had not been to. The neighborhood was covered with helms of smokes and burning torches that glowed in some kind of containers. This side of the city clearly breeds the worst in society.
"How come we haven't been here for,"
Chris shrugged at his question, but after some time, he spoke.
"No Keepers can survive this part of the city. Only those with a death wish like you."
Pinna hissed at the boy's words but remained silent. His head was leaning on the glass on the window, staring out into the street. She was sitting on the passenger's seat abreast to Chris, with her wandering thoughts and her sorrow. She had been silent all through and would only drop a word or two when she wanted to. Matt did not want to ask her what was troubling her, he didn't bother to live the atmosphere up with jokes or funny stories. That would be denial from his own part, and he couldn't bring himself to do that. They had lost a lot. They had been through a lot. Ham's disappearance did not make things any better. It never did.
"That is not a very good reason. If the fear of death was paramount in the field of force, then what is the need for law enforcers?"
"Wait until you become the overall commander or general, then you can match your fleet to this side of the city and do whatever you want. But as for now, keep me out of it."
Matt caught the smirk on the boy's face from the mirror. He stroked his brow and looked away, keeping at bay the bile that was trying to surface. The boy was a fool. He might have the good looks and grades and the perfect family background, but he still was a fool. Sometimes he talks as if his brain was at the back of his bottom. This was not the worst city in Anadan. Studies would have said so. Chris forgets easily that they had seen the worst and had survived it all. Too many things had transpired after their graduation. There was even a time when they had been sent to rescue a girl from one of the most corrupt cities in Anadan, somewhere in the city of Zapper. They had infiltrated the place and had rescued the girl with so much ease. Why then was Chris so driven back into his skin because of this street in Candanian?
Matt raked his head and looked down at the seat beside him. Three RCD-1515 Roller-Board sat on them, gleaming with the passing light of the street and waiting for action. Action? Matt's stomach churned with regrets. He was still trying to remember how Pinna and Chris had convinced him on this mission. As long as he was still a Keeper of Order and Sanity, kidnapping was a crime that was punishable by death.
"Try to remain calm and gentle. No tough act, please" Chris was saying when the Land Tripler started slowing down in front of a small building. On it were some red G\u0026G blinking characters. Just beneath that was also another yellow character that was static and reads, Giant and Granite.
"Is this the house of your uncle?" Pinna leaned her head away from the window and settled her gaze on Chris, "and what Pub uses the word, Giant and Granite?"
Matt chuckled. For a passing moment, he forgot why they had come here at first. The words of Pinna seemed to mellow the sadness in his heart. That was the Pinna he knows. Tough, courageous, and somewhat bossy.
"Emm…" Chris shrugged, "It is kinda complicated. But this had been his niche for the past twenty years."
Matt looked back at the pub. But for the other buildings hanging side by side beside it, it looked small and insignificant. Colored light also lined the black door, blending with the face of the people that hung around the entrance, chatting and laughing at their own jokes. They also wore some gear beneath their flowing jackets. No weapon was visible, but Matt knew better. Gears were meant for one thing, holding weapons, and people don't wear them to party. Responsible people, though. Which brings him to the conclusion, G\u0026G pub was not a place for responsible people. And if Chris's uncle made his home here, then they had a bigger fish to fry.
"You should have mentioned this earlier," Pinna hissed and started searching the bag she had refused to unveil its content until now.
"Wow, wow. No way" Chris shook his head with disapproval when Pinna removed two Shocker Guns from the bag. Matt laughed, holding his stomach as if that would prevent the laughter. The girl was in for action. She was returning to herself, and Matt was glad. He was happy to see the life-restoring what the sadness and sorrow of the past years had stolen. It made the mission easier and more fun.
"There is no way we are going to get through that door with those," Chris rested his hands on the guns as if shading them from the blinking lights of the pub, so as to avoid attention. "They will kill us if they see any weapons. Jezz, we came here to negotiate, not fight a war.
"Did I hear you say negotiate?" Matt's brow furrowed, "The last time I checked, we had come to kidnap the General of the Glut-Hunters. Your a**hole uncle."
It was Pinna's turn to laugh. The laughter ceased, however, when Chris took away the Shocker Guns from her hands.
"Please, guys. Trust me. See those men over there," Chris pointed and Matt and Pinna followed his fingers. The people at the entrance were about ten to fifteen, each wearing colors to draw attention. They were mostly women and seemed to have no gears. The men, on the other hand, standing beside the door, had their hands resting in their pockets. Matt did not need a soothsayer to tell him what they were hiding.
"See their uniforms?" Matt frowned until Chris pointed it out. He had not noticed the black uniforms and the barge that were etched their breast pockets. The four of them wore identical sunshades, even though it was night.
"Those guys" Chris continued, "Will fry our brains will ball of electricity if they find any weapon on us."
"So you suggest we walk into a death's zone with hands-on our cheeks?" Pinna bit down the frustration. Matt closed his eyes and tried to maintain a neutral thought, but it was damn hard. What will happen to them if their plans go haywire? Besides, how can they possibly kidnap the General of the Glut-Hunters?
"I don't see the success of this plan," Pinna grunted. Her emerald green eyes were still weighing Chris. Observing and judging. There was no trust in them. Not an iota. Matt trusted Chris. He was his partner and they had been through a lot that he could give his life for the dark-haired boy. Even though Chris was a pain in the a** sometimes, his plans were always great and had not failed for once. Chris had a different approach to things. He had the muscles and the training, but he rarely never relied on either of them. His brain was the mastermind. He was a genius and genius sweat in the brain.
"Trust me on this, guys. This will work. Let's just stick to the plan."
"The plan, huh? You mean the plan where we talk to your uncle and smile at every face as though our intentions were genius? Or the plan where we bust into that place and do some shooting?"
"The talking plan." Chris mumbled, "The plan B will come into play if the Talking Plan A fails. By the Heroes, I hope the first plan works."
Matt smiled and opened the door, stepping out with Chris. Pinna came out reluctantly, the looks on her face clearly portraying the anger she was trying to conceal under the smile.
They walked towards the door, keeping their eyes away from the light. They don't have the HT, and that in itself would stir up unnecessary attention if someone finds out. Matt had a device he had developed, which created a dark shield around the eyes just like the HT. But that was in his apartment, going back to get it would have consumed the time they didn't have. Chris had suggested they keep their heads low, as the guards were not supposed to worry them much about it.
"ID," The first man on the entrance said when they came close to the door.
The street bristles with people of different shapes and sizes, mostly youths though. Youths were the fuel of Candanian. They were the ones that hang around in the night, doing the things which the society frowns on, at night. Matt had spent almost his entire life in Candanian since graduation. But looking at the Ivorian street now, he began to doubt if there were more places like this which he had not been to. The neighborhood was covered with helms of smokes and burning torches that glowed in some kind of containers. This side of the city clearly breeds the worst in society.
"How come we haven't been here for,"
Chris shrugged at his question, but after some time, he spoke.
"No Keepers can survive this part of the city. Only those with a death wish like you."
Pinna hissed at the boy's words but remained silent. His head was leaning on the glass on the window, staring out into the street. She was sitting on the passenger's seat abreast to Chris, with her wandering thoughts and her sorrow. She had been silent all through and would only drop a word or two when she wanted to. Matt did not want to ask her what was troubling her, he didn't bother to live the atmosphere up with jokes or funny stories. That would be denial from his own part, and he couldn't bring himself to do that. They had lost a lot. They had been through a lot. Ham's disappearance did not make things any better. It never did.
"That is not a very good reason. If the fear of death was paramount in the field of force, then what is the need for law enforcers?"
"Wait until you become the overall commander or general, then you can match your fleet to this side of the city and do whatever you want. But as for now, keep me out of it."
Matt caught the smirk on the boy's face from the mirror. He stroked his brow and looked away, keeping at bay the bile that was trying to surface. The boy was a fool. He might have the good looks and grades and the perfect family background, but he still was a fool. Sometimes he talks as if his brain was at the back of his bottom. This was not the worst city in Anadan. Studies would have said so. Chris forgets easily that they had seen the worst and had survived it all. Too many things had transpired after their graduation. There was even a time when they had been sent to rescue a girl from one of the most corrupt cities in Anadan, somewhere in the city of Zapper. They had infiltrated the place and had rescued the girl with so much ease. Why then was Chris so driven back into his skin because of this street in Candanian?
Matt raked his head and looked down at the seat beside him. Three RCD-1515 Roller-Board sat on them, gleaming with the passing light of the street and waiting for action. Action? Matt's stomach churned with regrets. He was still trying to remember how Pinna and Chris had convinced him on this mission. As long as he was still a Keeper of Order and Sanity, kidnapping was a crime that was punishable by death.
"Try to remain calm and gentle. No tough act, please" Chris was saying when the Land Tripler started slowing down in front of a small building. On it were some red G\u0026G blinking characters. Just beneath that was also another yellow character that was static and reads, Giant and Granite.
"Is this the house of your uncle?" Pinna leaned her head away from the window and settled her gaze on Chris, "and what Pub uses the word, Giant and Granite?"
Matt chuckled. For a passing moment, he forgot why they had come here at first. The words of Pinna seemed to mellow the sadness in his heart. That was the Pinna he knows. Tough, courageous, and somewhat bossy.
"Emm…" Chris shrugged, "It is kinda complicated. But this had been his niche for the past twenty years."
Matt looked back at the pub. But for the other buildings hanging side by side beside it, it looked small and insignificant. Colored light also lined the black door, blending with the face of the people that hung around the entrance, chatting and laughing at their own jokes. They also wore some gear beneath their flowing jackets. No weapon was visible, but Matt knew better. Gears were meant for one thing, holding weapons, and people don't wear them to party. Responsible people, though. Which brings him to the conclusion, G\u0026G pub was not a place for responsible people. And if Chris's uncle made his home here, then they had a bigger fish to fry.
"You should have mentioned this earlier," Pinna hissed and started searching the bag she had refused to unveil its content until now.
"Wow, wow. No way" Chris shook his head with disapproval when Pinna removed two Shocker Guns from the bag. Matt laughed, holding his stomach as if that would prevent the laughter. The girl was in for action. She was returning to herself, and Matt was glad. He was happy to see the life-restoring what the sadness and sorrow of the past years had stolen. It made the mission easier and more fun.
"There is no way we are going to get through that door with those," Chris rested his hands on the guns as if shading them from the blinking lights of the pub, so as to avoid attention. "They will kill us if they see any weapons. Jezz, we came here to negotiate, not fight a war.
"Did I hear you say negotiate?" Matt's brow furrowed, "The last time I checked, we had come to kidnap the General of the Glut-Hunters. Your a**hole uncle."
It was Pinna's turn to laugh. The laughter ceased, however, when Chris took away the Shocker Guns from her hands.
"Please, guys. Trust me. See those men over there," Chris pointed and Matt and Pinna followed his fingers. The people at the entrance were about ten to fifteen, each wearing colors to draw attention. They were mostly women and seemed to have no gears. The men, on the other hand, standing beside the door, had their hands resting in their pockets. Matt did not need a soothsayer to tell him what they were hiding.
"See their uniforms?" Matt frowned until Chris pointed it out. He had not noticed the black uniforms and the barge that were etched their breast pockets. The four of them wore identical sunshades, even though it was night.
"Those guys" Chris continued, "Will fry our brains will ball of electricity if they find any weapon on us."
"So you suggest we walk into a death's zone with hands-on our cheeks?" Pinna bit down the frustration. Matt closed his eyes and tried to maintain a neutral thought, but it was damn hard. What will happen to them if their plans go haywire? Besides, how can they possibly kidnap the General of the Glut-Hunters?
"I don't see the success of this plan," Pinna grunted. Her emerald green eyes were still weighing Chris. Observing and judging. There was no trust in them. Not an iota. Matt trusted Chris. He was his partner and they had been through a lot that he could give his life for the dark-haired boy. Even though Chris was a pain in the a** sometimes, his plans were always great and had not failed for once. Chris had a different approach to things. He had the muscles and the training, but he rarely never relied on either of them. His brain was the mastermind. He was a genius and genius sweat in the brain.
"Trust me on this, guys. This will work. Let's just stick to the plan."
"The plan, huh? You mean the plan where we talk to your uncle and smile at every face as though our intentions were genius? Or the plan where we bust into that place and do some shooting?"
"The talking plan." Chris mumbled, "The plan B will come into play if the Talking Plan A fails. By the Heroes, I hope the first plan works."
Matt smiled and opened the door, stepping out with Chris. Pinna came out reluctantly, the looks on her face clearly portraying the anger she was trying to conceal under the smile.
They walked towards the door, keeping their eyes away from the light. They don't have the HT, and that in itself would stir up unnecessary attention if someone finds out. Matt had a device he had developed, which created a dark shield around the eyes just like the HT. But that was in his apartment, going back to get it would have consumed the time they didn't have. Chris had suggested they keep their heads low, as the guards were not supposed to worry them much about it.
"ID," The first man on the entrance said when they came close to the door.
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