At the Citadel ( a city of priests)....
Priest Albert sat on a luxurious seat in the reception area holding a glass of hot water in his right hand. From afar, he looked like a king who was contemplating life in general. He had been in and out of the search and rescue department in the Policing Priesthood building. They were responsible for maintaining law and order in a city of priest. They were also responsible for monitoring all priests who went away on missions. They kept track of all the blimps from the moment they take off, when they travel globally until their return using a modified radar. This was the reason why Albert had camped here over the past couple of days. Alvin, his younger brother, has been missing for a while.
He sipped his water slowly. Should I give up? He may be dead somewhere I'll just have to find the family branches eager for attention and have them fight to find his body like scavengers, he thought amusedly. He took a large sip of water, trying to hide his smile. A deep prideful one. A Policing priest burst open the door, " We found it sir," he said loudly. He choked on the water. " We found the rescue beacon belonging to your brother's blimp."
He looked at him surprised. " You mean he's alive "? Albert asked hopefully. " I don't know yet but come and see", came the reply. The priest turned and walked back to where he came from. Albert put the glass down heavily. He followed the priest inside the radar room.
The radar room contained a large projector screen that shown the map of the world. There were dots on them showing active missions . The priest continued," We found the beacon to be coming from here, " he said pointing at a place on the map. " The Central Region"?, Albert asked looking puzzled. "Yes," came the reply. " Is he still alive"? He was met with silence. No one spoke. " Its highly unlikely that he is alive but..." the priest replied nervously looking at the map. Albert glared at the priest. Then rubbed his face with his hands. " I'm sorry priest I have been rather tired lately from worrying about him like this," he said tiredly. "Please give me the coordinates of the beacon maybe I can find and bring him home," he continued sounding worried and weary.
The priest gave him the coordinates and Albert left. He really loves his brother the priest thought. Albert put the paper in his pockets as he walked out. He waited until he was outside the building and in his vintage car. He smiled. Then laughed. Of course you are alive, he thought, after all you're from the House Of AL aren't you? Alvin. He took out his phone and placed a call. He waited smiling. It was time for some fun.
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Mwas stood in front of the man meant to fix the pilot's seat. The man had brought hired goons to steal from him as well as make him work for him. However, he didn't think that Mwas was strong. He had watched him fight his men and, to say it was a bloodbath is an understatement. He had never seen such raw tenacity and power,no wonder Maish warned him against this. Still he stood looking at Mwas. Mwas smiled and said, " I like your version of welcoming strangers to your humble business," wiping blood from his hands using the man's shirt, " Its refreshing and idyllic but don't do that again," he spoke sternly, dead serious.
The man gulped audibly and turned to work on the seat. He pulled the sloppy drawing of what it was supposed to look like and began to work. Mwas saw this and was pleased. He had struck fear into the man and it was already paying. He went closer to Maish and punched him in the stomach. " You have only one chance left. Break my trust again and I'll kill you personally", he whispered to Maish and patting his shoulder violently, he walked out. " Let's go we've got a festival to enjoy." He continued while walking out,not waiting for Maish. The two boys headed out.
The man fixing the seat began to dismantle it. That's when he saw the silent beacon blinking away silently. Untold fear came over him. He had seen this before and knew that they were in trouble. He raced out trying to find the two boys. It was too late, they were gone. He held his head in despair, they had just doomed the city.