Some days later...
Charles, Stacy and Morgan stood just outside Lucas's house.
Charles said, "Be sure to be in the Port at 7 pm."
"Okay. See ya."
The three of them walked out of his house on the road. Charles led the way. Stacy asked, "Where are we going?"
"To an old cargo storage room where I'll finish my mission. Glen will be there, or at least that is what my Intel says."
"What if it turned out to be wrong?"
"It won't. Trust me. It's an Intel from a trusted source. Detective Charlson to be precise."
Morgan asked, "Who is he? I've been hearing his name a lot since we arrived here."
"He is an excellent detective who is suffering from his skill. He somehow dived into controversial matters of this kingdom."
"Must be hard for him."
They reached in front of an old storage room which was like a ruin in the middle of a city. Closed shutters covered by rust, walls with cracks and even holes, worn-out paint, and a rusted roof with big gaps are what the building was.
Charles pulled the shutter up. Creak! A loud and ear-piercing sound came. Morgan and Stacy were forced to cover their ears and run some meters away but Charles didn't give a damn.
He was too serious for such trivial matters. When the shutter was half open, it stuck. Charles kicked the shutter and broke it.
Morgan whispered to Stacy, "He sure is mad."
"Yeah," Stacy whispered back.
The trio entered the storeroom. The room contained rusted containers and dismantled parts of trucks and tractors.
The room smelled of grease and rust. In the middle of the room was a stairway leading to the basement of the room. Charles stopped in front of that place.
He said, "Guys, I'll go alone. Both of you, wait here. You've fought enough. I took this mission and I'll end it."
Stacy said, "But-"
Before he could say more, Charles interrupted him saying, "Look at your condition. You're still thin like a toothpick. You know your condition better than me. Don't mess it up more than it already is."
Morgan asked, "What about me? I'm good. Let me go with you."
"I have to do it alone. Also, I didn't bring you here for nothing. Both of you are to guard this passage and not let anyone through."
"If you say so, then it's okay. But remember, if you're late, we'll come in."
"That's fine too."
Charles went inside. Morgan and Stacy turned their backs to the stairs. Morgan looked at his ribbon. He thought, "Why did he even bind it on my hand?"
As Charles walked down the stairway, darkness covered the area. He took out his gun and loaded it with ammo. He walked down with light steps till he finally reached the end of the stairs.
A closed wooden door stood in front of him. He took out a piece of metal. He clenched his right fist. His fist melted into a thick metallic liquid.
The liquid took the shape of a gun. He kicked the door open. The basement was covered with iron walls from all sides. In the middle of the basement was a table and a chair.
A man was sitting on a chair with a cup of coffee. The man was about to take a sip. But in an instant, Charles shot him down.
He turned his hand back to normal and entered inside. He approached the dead body and investigated it. On the chest of the man was the S tattoo with a strike-through of an arrow.
He also found 2 pistols, one grenade and a smoke bomb. After further investigation, he found a pendant inside the man's coat.
He put the pendant inside his pocket and did some more investigation. At last, he found a piece of paper.
He unfolded it. In the paper, it was written,
'I will come to the basement at 9 am. Wait for me.
By Glen.'
Charles took out his phone to check the time. It was 9 am.
"That guy sure knows his job. Finally, I'll kill him today."
Meanwhile...
Morgan said to Stacy, "What are you good at? I mean, what's your speciality?"
"I'm the last wielder of the Dragon Art: Wind."
"What's that?"
"It's a kind of fighting style. I'm learning the ropes of it. I've got a long way to go before I master it. What about you? What's your style?"
"Mine's not much of a flashy one. Whenever I sleep or get knocked out, my soul comes out. I know there's more to it but I've never thought more on that matter since I didn't need to."
"I'm damn sure you've got a lot of potential. As much as I think, we are equal in terms of power."
After a moment of silence that followed their conversation, a man came inside the storeroom. He was 7 feet tall but weighed just 65 kg.
He approached the two of them. Morgan said, "Hey, why are you here?"
The man launched a punch so fast that before the two of them could blink, they were knocked out, bleeding and helpless with pain burning on their face.
They couldn't make a sound. The pain was just too much. The man made a smirk. He took off his hood. He was Glen, the guy who defeated Morgan easily and also the one targeted by Charles.
Glen went downstairs. He took out the pendant he used to beat Morgan before. It was indistinguishable from the one Charles took inside the pocket.
Glen reached the door with the smirk slowly turning into a grin. Charles had just read the paper. Glen said in a loud voice, "Finally, I've found you. And guess what, I won't be chased by Mike if I kill you without him knowing."
Charles's expression turned cold. His eyes locked on Glen. He froze due to the surge of immense hatred piled inside him for years.
Without another thought, he kicked on the metal floor and jumped towards Glen with barbaric eyes and bloodthirsty intentions.
To be Continued...