It's been a week since my headache disappeared. I'm at the mission headquarters right now along with Will. Will gives me a look that asks if I'm okay. I give him the most convincing look I can to reassure him that I'm fine.
Tyson stands in front of us. It looks like he's trying his best not to look at me. A week ago, I wouldn't be able to stand here in front of him like this. But now I am more composed and forgiving. I've come to terms with myself. Tyson did what was asked of him, nothing more nothing less. I don't hate him but I hate him. If that makes any sense.
"Will, Jason, I have a new mission for you. We have reports that two rebel groups are meeting later today to smuggle arms into Amphibia. It is believed that these groups later sell the guns to random civilians just to deteriorate Amphibian society. We believe this is how the two men at the bus got guns. Your mission is to take down these guys and stop the transaction from occuring. Any questions?" Tyson states.
"None," I say in a dry tone.
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"There they are, look at all that money and weapons. You think anyone will notice if we take some of the money?" asks Will.
"Focus, Will," I say.
We hide behind a barn. In front of the barn, there are 16 people busy negotiating to notice us. We should come up with a plan to efficiently complete this mission.
"We should have a contest to see who can take down the most people," says Will.
Why is Will always such an airhead? But I'm always too serious so I think once in a while I should actually listen to Will.
"Fine let's do it," I say.
"Really? This is gonna be fun, I'll count down from 5 okay? 5…..4…..3..," Will takes off.
Of course he does, he never plays fair.
Will jumps 20 feet into the air and lands on two people, crushing them. He punches two more people at the same time and headbutts a third one all before I arrive and take down my first one.
The surprise was over now and the rest of the smugglers take out their guns. Guns, I hate guns. If I can help it, I will never take another bullet in my life. The sight of the guns make me so angry, I rush at the rest of the smugglers leaving Will far behind. One guy shoots, I move my head to the left and dodge it. I get close to the guy and flick his forehead; he faints. Three people shoot at me next at the same time. I bend my upper body backwards and dodge all three. I grab hold of two of their heads and bang them with the third guys head. I see two more close to each other. I get close to them before they can shoot and kick one of them into the other.
There's no more people left, Will must have handled the rest.
"Dude, what happened? You went next level crazy and took down 6, leaving only 4 for me. But, overall I win, I got 9 and you got 7," grins Will.
"I have had enough gunshot wounds for the rest of my life," I conclude.
One of the guys apparently still had consciousness, he could barely talk but got out, "You think you won? Think again, he will stop you. He will be our salvation," before he hit the sack.
"What's he saying?" asks Will.
I don't know but something about what he said unsettles me.