He moved towards the wall across the office. The wall was equipped with different little paintings. In the middle of the wall, there was a giant TV screen that took a lot of space.
Siraj Grabbed the remote control on the side of the TV and then pressed a button .Ibro found the wall began to move. It quickly revealed a little space hidden behind it.
It was smaller in size than the office where they were, but it was marked by a big Rioneed capsule. Siraj pointed at her and stared at Ibro, saying:
"Come on; show me your magic, Mr. Ibrahim."
Ibro did not care for the obvious irony of his words. He began to quickly dismantle the capsule smoothly.
Within minutes, Ibro was able to disassemble the capsule to get out several tiny, carefully crafted, strange things.
Siraj had not known the capsule by heart, so he would not have been able to find those bodies. Ibro grabbed those objects, and there were no more than 30. He turned to Siraj and said in a nice and slow confident tone:
"These are the bodies embedded in every capsule in the game. I don't know what it's for, but I'm guessing some are responsible for locating and others for spying and eavesdropping. "
Siraj grabbed those bodies and began to examine them with no interest. He said with a tone full of doubt:
"And what guarantee do I have that these little balls and cubes aren't part of the capsule installation?"
Ibro responded with a quiet smile. :
"I could put the capsule back together. You could then try it to make sure it works.
If it was a body or two they will not affect the capsule functions so much, but all these thirty objects will make the capsule fail and would not work, right?"
"You make sense. Go and install the capsule little magician"
He didn't talk anymore and just stared at Ibro with a clear suspicion as he took a breath away from his cigarette.
If he had a little doubt towards Ibro now, the doubt had enlarged massively. He was now fully confident that the young man in front of him had planned him a trap and he had fallen in perfectly.
The way Ibro dealt with the capsule made him feel like he was pretty used to it. He dismantled the capsule in a matter of minutes and he decoded only parts of it and it took him hours.
What he was curious about was the point behind all this. Why didn't Ibro talk about the secrets of the game directly? Was his source of information so important that he had to take all that trouble?
He watched Ibro assemble the capsule at suspicious ease. The game had only been launched a few days ago. Why did he seem to be accustomed to deconstructing and assembling the capsule with such skill and speed?
While he was preoccupied with his thoughts and doubts, Ibro finished assembling the capsule again. He then turned it on to make its usual sound when it started working.
The sound was accompanied by the start of the usual run-off sequence, ending in a game-readiness mode. Ibro moved aside, allowing space with comfort and complete confidence for Siraj to come and inspect the capsule .
After a period of inspection and observation, Siraj discovered that the capsule operated without any malfunction whatsoever. This meant that Ibro had won the bet.
He looked at his hands which held now spy Super-evolved tools he didn't know anything about.
Those objects deepened his concerned feelings about that game. There seemed to be big secrets behind it that he did not imagine ever.
He looked at Ibro silently. Wouldn't it for this young man he would not have been able to capture tangible physical evidence of a conspiracy in Rioneed in his hands right now. But what was the nature of this conspiracy?
What was its target? What were its objectives? Who was behind it? There was a lot of ambiguity in this game. His intuition told him that what Ibro knew was much more dangerous than he might think.
"You won the BET and I lost, so I'm never going to ask you where you're getting your info from. Are you comfortable now?"
"Yes, Mr. Siraj."
"Now tell me what you know."
"Let's sit down first. It's a long story. But aren't you curious to know what those bodies in your hands are? "
Siraj looked at the objects in his hands. He was already curious to know what they were. Ibro smiled and said:
"I'm not in a hurry to tell you everything about Rioneed right now."
Siraj looked at him with eyes of doubt. Why did this little guy treat him like he was a rank above his pay grade?
It pissed him off that way, but he admitted inside him that he really needed to know the usefulness of those bodies Ibro extracted from the capsule.
It might not be of any use at all, and it might be as he suspected as highly advanced spy devices.
"All right, you wait here while I get them checked out."
"No problem. I'll wait for you."
Ibro moved as if the place is his own house sitting back on his seat again. He closed his eyes and relaxed back in a comfortable way.
Siraj thought to himself that this young man was showing a much older age in a very provocative way. The truth was that Ibro intended to deal with Siraj in that mysterious way.
Through his experience of dealing with 205 for the entire three years, he knew how his brain worked. If you give him a chance to feel stronger than you, he wouldn't hesitate for a second to control you.
It was this natural instinct inside him that contributed to his mythical image at the time. Siraj might have been in an unfair situation in dealing with Ibro, as the letter was a member of the team he led in the game.
That was why all his secrets and his way of thinking were completely exposed in front of Ibro. Siraj didn't find a way except for him to move out of the room to examine those strange objects with specialists in the building.
Meanwhile, Ibro was sitting still. Not knowing that every move was monitored very carefully by Siraj.
Siraj was watching the live broadcast of his office directly via his private phone while specialists were busy examining these objects.
The task of examining objects did not take long. Within minutes; specialists discovered that they were the latest spy generation devices in the whole world. But Siraj still remained in his place watching Ibro closely.
After three whole hours, he was finally desperate to find out anything from Ibro. This little fox remained in his place. Ibro was sitting without any movement or any changes on his face.
He was closing his eyes that Siraj didn't know if he fell asleep or was still awake. But by watching him during that period, he grew a great feeling of tension towards him. This guy was not a simple guy, apparently.
He was like a silently hidden snake. During all this time, he had asked for a special file on Ibro that was still sitting motionless in front of him. He read the file dozens of times.
All the information related to Ibro was normal information where there was nothing that might attract the attention of anyone. It made him feel more concerned and suspicious of him.
Finally, he gave up his little plan and returned quietly to his office. He was sure not to make any sound trying to figure out if Ibro had been asleep or not.
To his surprise, once he opened the door and entered the office he heard the voice Ibro which came from him sitting in the same place without any change to his position, saying:
"Did you find out what those bodies were?"
Siraj hid his surprise and doubt so professionally. He said in a quiet tone while he moved back sitting on his desk:
"Yes, I did."
He sat there and stared at Ibro, who opened his eyes and stared back firmly at him. After minutes of silence between them, he broke it wondering:
"Aren't you going to ask me what I found out about those bodies?"
Ibro shook his shoulders with indifference and said:
"I don't care about them. They are the last thing that worries me about this game. I also guessed their role a while ago, and I don't care to know any more about them."
He grabbed another cigarette from its box which became empty. He then lighted it and got a long breath of it, then he pointed out his index finger towards Ibro saying :
"Do you know you've never told me anything till now about the Rioneed game?"
"How so? I've given you concrete proof that the game is not as ordinary as everyone expects and it hides a big secret.
Have you forgotten the objects that I discovered in the capsule with you? Aren't they part of Rioneed game secrets?"
Siraj didn't like that reply from him. He just took another breath of his cigarette, looking at Ibro.
That boy was trying to evade saying any more secrets about Rioneed. He knew that those objects were enough proof that he could use them.
He would use this as proof of Rioneed being not just a game but a pool of secrets.
Though he wasn't satisfied, His gut feeling kept telling him that this boy held much deeper secrets than just a few spy devices.
He wouldn't let this boy evade him anymore and would go directly to the point. So he said to him:
"Well, then tell me what you came for, Mr. Ibrahim."
"What's your name in the game?"
"What did that have to do with what you came here for?"
"I'm just curious, are you using your name or your own code?"
"My own code?"
Ibro smiled vaguely and pointed out to the door of the office saying:
"Yes, I mean your office number here."