It didn't take long for the driver to come by. He got out of the car holding a massive duffle bag. He entered the building and located Valentine.
Valentine was skeptical of the driver given his last experience with one. He maintained the enhancement spells on his body and had a magic missile ready to cast at any point.
The driver silently approached the terrified Dennis, put him into the bag, zipped it up and moved back to the car without speaking a single word to Valentine, who followed close behind.
The bag Dennis was in was thrown into the trunk. Valentine got into the car and waited for the driver to start.
"You need to be blindfolded. You're not an official member yet. There is a blindfold under your seat so please go ahead." The driver spoke his first words for the duration of the interaction.
"Oh do I? I don't care. Last time the driver tried to kill me. Think I'll be dumb enough to get in a car blindfolded again?" Valentine replied.
"This does not matter. You need to wear your blindfold. If you don't, I'll have to take action." The driver continued.
"Then I'd just have to kill a second driver. This time I know much more than just a magic missile." Valentine insisted.
"Look. This is your last warning. Put on a blindfold." The driver demanded.
Valentine did not insist. He didn't see the point of repeating himself yet another time. He just silent cast the magic missile he had ready. It went through the driver seat and dug into the driver's flesh. The driver swore loudly and turned back, preparing to cast a spell of his own.
Valentine cast the burning hand spell silently and gripped the driver's mouth hard, scorching the man's flesh. The man writhed in pain, muffled screams coming out of his mouth. Valentine let go and the driver looked stunned.
The driver started at Valentine in shock. How could a mere third circle mage silent cast spells? The only logical answer was that he wasn't a mere third circle mage.
"DRIVE" Valentine shouted, the driver complying.
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In a spacious office, a man was sitting at his desk. He put his focus on a stack of documents he had in front of him. There were some that were stapled together while others laid loose. Some of the papers were numbered with names attached to them. The man grabbed one of the loose documents and slammed it into the desk.
"FINALLY. I FOUND YOU. I'LL BRING THAT LITTLE WORLD OF YOURS CRUSHING DOWN SOON." the man shouted manically.
The document had two names on it, circled multiple times and connected by red marker marks. One was Justin Pierce and the other was John Doe. There were scribbles on the document unintelligible to most but under them a snippet of the writing could be made out.
'... after Maya's murder he fled out of the country. Someone of the same stature was seen well dressed like a businessman, leading a small group of 12 others. I tried to make out what the followers had said after many hours of painstakingly trying to read their lips. I was able to make out some words used to call out to him. Said words were: Boss, Sir and Rucksack. It had to be him. If I dig a little deeper I'll expose his secret for…'
The man let out a laugh which was cut short by the phone on his disk ringing.
"Hello, you have reached prosecutor James Miller. How could I be of assistance?" The man said.
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A man entered the boss's office of the depressing corporate building housing 'J&J prints', a major news agency that had a stranglehold over the news market a few decades back. They had now fallen off their throne but we're still one of the powerhouses of the news world.
"Boss. I have a scoop. This news will put any news of the past few decades to shame. I'm sure of it." The man said. He wore a cheap button up shirt and plain jeans, he had frizzy blonde hair and brown eyes.
"If what you're saying is true then that's really good news." The boss replied. He was a sturdy looking man even though he was in his early sixties.
The boss had a powerful look on him. He had well kept silver hair and daunting blue eyes. He had a large, perfectly groomed beard that gave off an air of power. He was dressed in a very expensive all black suit.
"Of course boss. We'll be the first to ever break the vail." The man continued.
"Well then. What may the news be? As a senior manager you have to know that time is valuable. It's the only resource you can't get more of. So go on ahead." The boss said.
"Y-yes. Of course. Boss, this might seem unreal but, I have solid proof of the existence of what we could only call magic." The man replied.
He waited for the boss to give a sign of surprise but the boss just looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. The man tried to gather himself and back up his point.
"I met a man one day. He was struggling financially so he showed me. I saw it with my own two eyes. He could create fire in his hands and even levitate objects. I couldn't believe it. They were true. The stories. They were all true." The man continued.
The boss sighed, he looked annoyed and saddened at the same time.
"You know. You are one of my best workers. But it had to be that this happened to you huh?" The boss said sorrowfully.
"What do you mean boss? I have proof. I have solid proof. Much more than rumours." The man insisted
The boss picked up his phone and called his secretary.
"Fredric. Please escort mister Michels outside. I think he might need a mental evaluation." The boss demanded
"Very well sir," Fredric replied.
"Boss, I know how this sounds. Please trust me. Well uncover the truth. If we miss the chance someone else will take it," the man begged.
The office door opened and a tall, thin, dark skinned, older man entered the room. He was professionally dressed in an expensive suit. He gave the man a pained look before reverting his attention to the boss.
"It is quite a shame isn't it sir? I was also told to inform you that sir Gilgamesh has appeared as per your request. No need to bother yourself with this issue. May your meeting go well, sir Zeus." Fredric replied.
"Thank you very much Samson. I appreciate your work. Check his phone contacts for the traitor. I'll send the order to make it a mission." Zeus replied.
"Very well sir." Samson said, causing the man to pass out with a movement of his arm before turning both himself and the man invisible and leaving the room.
The moment Samson left, Gilgamesh walked into the room. He had gotten an expensive haircut and was clean shaven, his eyes exuded the same power as his father's. He wore an extravagant wine red suit with a grey undershirt.
"So, father. Why did you ask for me?" Gilgamesh asked.
Zeus laughed and smiled at Gilgamesh.
"Can't a father congratulate his son for reaching the pinnacle of magic? Now you're a few steps away from the peak. I'm proud of you son." Zeus replied.
"Thank you father. But you wouldn't call me for just that. What do you need me for?" Gilgamesh insisted
Zeus's face turned serious. He looked at his son deep in the eyes and let out a sigh.
"We'll have a couple open positions in the executive ranks soon. I want you to take the role of an active executive when that happens." Zeus answered.
"What happened? Is a coup happening?" Gilgamesh asked.
"No. Some of the executives decided to fuck with Rakshasa." Zeus replied.
"Then why aren't you stopping him?" Gilgamesh said
"You know how he is. He won't stop until he gets his way. He is also worth more than his victims. If this gets him up and running again I only stand to gain from this situation." Zeus answered.