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Chapter 50 - Flying to New Mexico.

Around four days later, it was 5 a.m., and my dad and I were at the airport. We had already said goodbye to my boyfriend during a lunch date at an Italian restaurant. We had pasta with mushrooms, cream, and Parmesan, along with strawberry juice, and for dessert, a coffee tiramisu. The entire meal was lovely, with a charming Italian touch, accompanied by beautiful and romantic cello music.

That night, I said goodbye to my adorable younger brother and my mom. Despite being 12 years old, my brother is quite clingy. He was very reluctant to let me go, and we ended up sleeping together. He hugged me all night, and when I had to leave, he reluctantly said goodbye at the door, wearing his cute squirrel pajamas, untransformed.

I remembered him rubbing his eyes with his hands, his tail drooping, showing his low and sleepy mood, which made me smile. My little blue brother is so adorable.

"Son?" Hearing my dad's voice, I woke up and looked at him.

"Yes? Hand over your ticket."

"Oh, right." Hearing him, I realized we were already at the entrance to the plane, and I handed my ticket to the beautiful lady collecting them. I gave a charming smile, completely dispelling her impatience.

She accepted the ticket with a gentle, shy smile.

"Please enter, sir. By the way, there was an error with your ticket, and yours and your father's have been upgraded to first class."

"Really! Thank you, young lady." I expressed my gratitude with a smile and received my upgraded ticket and my dad's.

As we entered the corridor, my dad leaned towards me and said, "Tsk, I'm quite handsome and charming too, but my son sometimes outshines me."

I rolled my eyes and looked at my dad. Both he and my mom have an abnormal appearance, incredibly handsome and dignified. But I looked at his clearly devoted and proud face, the big wedding ring on his finger, and his complete lack of interest in anyone besides his family, and I didn't comment on his remark. My mom is the same way. They both care only about their family and friends, except when dad has work or mom is involved in a mission related to mutants.

My dad sometimes exudes a strange aura. It's not exactly an aura of power and strength like my mom's, which is more contained in him. His aura is one of nobility, making people fear and not dare to look at him. I find it peculiar because I sometimes have this aura too, but I can disguise it using my divine power of the Vision of a Leaf.

Of course, I've always been curious, but my parents have always had small secrets, and I didn't want to intrude. If necessary, they will tell me. After all, I don't share everything with them either.

Entering the plane, I stored my carry-on luggage under the seat and sat by the window, waiting for the flight to depart. However, before we left, I heard a voice talking to my dad and looked to the side.

A man with a formal business appearance observed us. He had a political, kind smile and a relatively normal appearance. I was curious about his identity, and my dad, noticing, smiled and said, "This is Agent Coulson from the same company I work for." He introduced him with a smile and whispered in my ear, "He holds the same rank as me within the organization, level 6."

Hearing this, I smiled, ready to greet him. Dad hadn't given me many details, but he had told me about the agent levels within the organization.

Stretching out my hand, I shook his gently. 

"I'm Adrian Henutse."

"Phil Coulson, I hope we have a pleasant flight. I'll head to my seat now." 

He said and moved on, while my dad gave me a look, and I understood what he wanted to say.

My mental power extended like a careful thread, establishing a telepathic connection between me and my dad. I had already demonstrated this capability to my family due to its versatility and because I had been pestering them with it recently, though I had only introduced the telepathic channel capability.

'What is it, dad?'

'He's very important, connected to the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Just like me.'

'One of the reasons he's on the same flight as us is to greet him. For you to enter the base as a consultant, I needed some requests and favors from the director, but I still think it can be productive.'

'I understand, dad.' I responded and cut the mental connection.

My dad didn't specify my specific abilities to anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., which proves the trust and influence he has within the organization and with the director. I'm also curious about the object and the reason my dad called me. The only thing he told me after sending a message was that he wanted me to confirm something he suspected about the object the next day. His tone was odd when he said, 'I couldn't fully verify, but I'm sure my hunch is correct, and it involves people from the north.'

He didn't say this to me directly, but I overheard him murmuring it the other day. Regardless, I closed my eyes and focused on the Jedi mental technique, starting to relax.

...

Soon, the plane landed, and we all exited the airport. Outside, there was a typical black car that screamed "organization vehicle." It was tall and relatively large. Dad had already received the key from one of the people who welcomed us, and after loading the luggage, we both got in.

I asked him curiously, "Where are we going, dad?"

He gently touched the dashboard and responded after a few seconds, "How about we go to the facility first? You can observe the object tonight and see it again later. And son…" He paused for a moment but then continued, "Be careful when inspecting it; do it in parts." His warning caught my attention, but I took it seriously as I trust my dad's instincts.

The car moved toward the facility; we should arrive in a few minutes. The environment here is quite hot due to the proximity to deserts. However, it didn't bother me at all due to my recent thermal fluctuation ability; even direct fire on my body wouldn't burn me unless it was a special fire or extremely high temperature. I watched the desert landscapes and listened to the music dad played.

"Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen… workin' 9 to 5."

I sang along to the rhythm of a woman with much aspiration and prominence in this world's musical society, and even in my world, my dad smiled and enjoyed my singing.

...

We arrived shortly at the temporary facility, covered by tents and metal walls, monitored by numerous cameras and well-armed guards. Dad and I were dressed in black jackets and sunglasses, looking like special agents (which one of us is).

In front of the facility, there were some people who seemed to be inspectors and guards. Of course, I paid attention to one person in particular. He seemed strong and capable but didn't have the aura of a mutant or a threat. Something inside me told me not to underestimate him. Additionally, he was peculiar and different from the others because he had a bow and quiver on his back, a rare weapon in this advanced technology facility.

Regardless, dad advanced, and I followed diligently with the silent steps of the Zoldic, trying to hide my identity as much as possible. I didn't intend to draw attention, as I wanted to act as a consultant without attracting notice.