Adams and Dean walked out of the dormitory. It was Friday night. There was no patrol today. However, this was the day when Adams got his plan. There was a dress code for that night, which was shirt and black pants. One of the main reasons was because they would go to a lavish restaurant.
What kind of lavish restaurant? Well, it was one of the restaurants in the middle of the city and Adams would be paying half of it. It was one of the ways to get the two sergeants to go to meet together at the same time. Why Adams was paying for it? Well, this was no type of restaurant that the students would visit.
Calling it a restaurant would be an insult. It was more of a jazz lounge than anything. It served good food and good music with quite a steep price. Sure, Dean could pay for the most expensive coffee from the commercial area for just a mere 15$ for three people. On average, he would only spent 7$ or something for him, Orion, and Andre. However, in that place, it would be quite expensive.
No way Dean would like to pay for it in full. Even if he got a lot of money in his pocket, he didn't want to go to the lounge just to pay for the food of his two commanding officers. Still, since Adams had come up with the sure plan, Dean would follow along even though he had his own money.
Dean would pay 100$ and Adams would also pay 100$. Yes, it was a lot of money, but this was the surest way to get the sergeants to approve Dean's plan. The crude word for this plan was bribery, but the more formal word was asking for a favor.
The shirt dress code was because of the establishment that they were going to visit. Adams was also wearing the same kind of shirt, but his shirt was white instead of grey like Dean.
"Whose Tahoe is that?" Dean asked whose car was parked right in the car park of the dormitory.
"Mine. Why do you ask?" Adams answered.
Wow. How the hell did Adams afford a car in the first place? He was just a student, just like Dean and the others. If he even had a car, it would be something cheap, not something such as a semi-luxury SUV. That thing cost 50,000$ new at the very least, or 25,000$ used.
"Holy heck, where did you get the money to buy the car?" Dean asked.
"Who said I buy it?" Adams just smiled when asked like that.
"What? Someone gave it to you?" Dean asked back.
"Yeah. And Dean, don't forget to address us properly later in the lounge. By that, I meant, call me sir."
"Got that."
Dean sat down on the right passenger seat while Adams drove the car towards the center of the town. Truth be told, Dean had an armored version of Escalade in his bunker up north. Unlike this one, that car was pretty much protected against any conventional firearms. It was also one year younger than this car.
Adams drove him to the center of the city. The car was pretty clean, almost as if he never used it, which was true on the most part. Adams spent most of his time patrolling, studying, or doing other military businesses. Dean wouldn't even think that Adams had time to roam around, especially after his fiasco with Mick.
He parked his car in front of the lounge. Well, the literal name of the place was "The Lounge". Looking from the car parked left and right, it was safe to assume that it was intended for medium-end customer considering the car there was as expensive as Adams' car.
"C'mon, let's enter." Adams turned off the car engine and got out of the car.
Dean followed him from behind. They entered the lounge. The moment Dean opened the door, the soft sound from saxophone came from the stage. Dean didn't know what song was played by the band, but it was definitely pretty instrumental.
"Table 5," Adams asked the server.
"Right this way, sir," the server led both Adams and Dean to a table.
In that table, two people were wearing suits. One was Gavril, while the other was Lanza. Both of them were wearing suits, which was way formal than both Adams and Dean. Dean looked at them not like looking at his commanding officers, but like a mercenary for hire.
Dean and Adams sat down right across of Lanza and Gavril. Both of them gave a strong arms dealer vibe, especially Lanza. How did Dean know about it? Well, mostly because he knew the Peacekeeper.
"Ah, so you're Dean Barnett that Adams keeps talking about, eh?" Lanza commented, as if he didn't know Dean at all even if he was responsible for Adams.
"Yes, sir," Dean replied.
"We've heard you from the battalion commander, so, if I may ask, what do you need?" Gavril asked.
It was easier than expected, Dean thought.
"Well, sir, I want to react to the security leak, in particular, about Farrel. Sirena reported about her sighting, but I heard the military discredited her, why?" Dean asked.
"Classfied reason, son," Gavril replied. "But it has to do with her medical records."
"Dean, you might be chasing ghost at this point," Lanza added.
"Sir, if this information is true, I believe that I'm going to hit a jackpot," Dean answered.
"Jackpot? Dean, are you more than well-aware that this might be a futile attempt?" Gavril asked him back.
"Well, if that's the case, then I don't regret my request, sir," Dean answered.
"Hmm, Adams, I hope you don't mind, but we can switch Dean and Orion with Sirena and Akena," Lanza offered.
"I don't mind sir, not at all."
"If that's the case, then it would be settled then. Dean, we are well-aware of your reputation, please make sure that you don't disappoint us, alright? Sergeant Lanza, I hope you can convince Corporal Lirza to accept Dean with open hands."
"Yes, sir. I will," Lanza replied.
"Good. Good, now, Dean, what else do you need?" Gavril asked.
"Nothing else, sir."
"Let's call the server then."
Gavril raised one of his hands and one of the servers came to the table. The meeting went successful, and it was all that mattered. With Orion, things would be way easier. He was the strongest student in the class, after all.