"Good night," Fint sat himself down without permission in front of Halbert while Gilbert only smiled understandingly. "May I sit down?" Gilbert seemed like a human who still knew about manners here.
"I have read your book," said Gilbert pleasantries when Halbert invited him to sit down.
"Really? What do you think?" Halbert asked enthusiastically. He thought he could finally find someone who was on his side. Fint raised an eyebrow when Gilbert was busy telling a synopsis of a story about a Chinese man's novel that he thought had missed its original purpose.
A little grumbling. Fint is the type of person who doesn't like to mince words. He stares intently at Gilbert after stepping on the foot of the man who enthusiastically praised the honest novel that made Fint sleepy to hear it. "Alright, Halbert. I won't mince words now," Fint clears his throat.
"We are the people who will create a peaceful world,"
Halbert fell silent, but he laughed loudly afterward. "You guys are even crazier than me," he taunted. It is clear who will join those who have only a vision without a mission. Even Halbert knows the humans who dared to fight for peace from A to Z, and he has yet to hear of Gilbert and Fint.
"We're going crazy," he said, and Gilbert smiled. He knew this was what an educated man like Halbert would say. You want to meet Jeremy in person, right? He will join us." Gilbert's words succeeded in making Halbert look at the two people in front of him with a face of disbelief.
~G.0.D~
"Climb up that Timmyvent and turn around!" said Dexmon
"The TARGET is in Sector C. The TARGET is in Sector C." Vixon laughed at the sound of the bordering alarm, and the Prison Control Room was screaming about his manipulation.
CCTV is sometimes useless when dealing with manipulators like Vixon or the genius Dexmon. Timmy was in the air vents in the ceiling, not in the labyrinth-like passageways.
"To the left of Timmy, "Dexmon gave the order.
This time, Vixon instructed Jonah, "Turn 30 degrees to the right and count your steps to four. "
"Move faster, Timmy. Five meters, he is right below you. Open the vent hole," said Dexmon to Timmy. CRACK! The sound of iron in broken Timmy was heard. "Put your hands up," Dixon said this time, and Jonah raised his hand.
GREEB!
Timmy immediately pulled him up and waited for the next direction. "Follow Jonah in front of you."
~G.0.D~
A person with long, unkempt hair gazed softly at the photo in her hand. Teardrops fell back on his pale cheeks, wetting his mustache and beard, which had not been shaved for a long time. It looked old and dirty.
"LIAA!"
CTAANG!
And the sound of the ventilation iron falling on his head made him look up while swearing. "Damn it! Hey! They say this is a luxury prison. Even ventilation can fall," he babbled while angry and unclear.
BRUUGH!
This time, the man without a face didn't flinch. He didn't believe what was in front of him. Lia? Seriously? Jeremy—the dirty man said to be handsome—quickly opened the blindfold and mouth, ruining the beautiful view before him.
"You came back to life?" I can't believe it. He even bravely cupped chubby cheeks precisely the same as his lover's. Jonah quickly brushed it off. The man put the earphones in his ear, and Timmy stood behind him. Smothering his mouth, he got a sharp look from Jeremy.
"His name is Jonah cluster, not Lia," the voice on the other line made Jeremy silent. "I give you a choice, to continue the dream of your former lover to make peace with us or to see your beloved in a different form die once again in front of you."
"So? Would you like to join?" Gilbert asked Halbert, who saw Jeremy holding Jonah's hand tightly. Fint, who was shaving his mustache and beard, Jeremy did not want to interrupt; a high-ranking man like Halbert, whom he knew very well, would not withdraw his speech.
"I will."
"Good!" Gilbert nodded happily. Hey! Hurry up and pick me up here!" someone screeched on the iPad screen, Dexmon. "We're going to imagine the city," said Dexmon then.
"I Love You Sammy,"
"I'm not,"
"I know your love is greater."
"Shut up or I'll destroy your city."
"All right"
Jeremy clears his throat. "You know the Lee family?" His voice is hoarse, but all attention is now on the man, who is now looking at Gilbert curiously. Fint knows who Jeremy is referring to, and what doesn't he know about the people in this world?
"The last generation is quite skilled and young. You can use it."
~G.0.D~
The sun was shining brightly. Halbert only smiled when he saw Gilbert's tired face on the seat next to the steering wheel beside him, who was asleep. With a glance from the car dashboard Glass, he found Dexmon, who was still busy fiddling with his iPad with Timmy—his black Persian cat—on top of his head, sleeping so peacefully.
He saw Fint and Jeremy, still at home, throwing murderous gazes at each other, not wanting to give up on each other like a child. They don't even seem to care much about their eyes, which start to turn red, and self-esteem seems to be more valuable than the eyes of both.
"You're the one," Fint began.
"A man like you doesn't understand love," Jeremy quipped. His lifeline continues to be that of a battalion leader or a tiny captain in a war group, making him stubborn and unwilling to listen to others.
Halbert cleared his throat; he understood Gilbert's frustration. He had been so tired of calming the two of them earlier. "You'll wake Gilbert up if you keep fighting," he said, trying to help.
"SHUT UP, CHINA!"
All right—the two seemed compact for the torturous part of sighing. Perhaps because he was considered an intelligent young writer, he didn't want to take the headache.
"We're going to Japan first," Dexmon said, adjusting the atmosphere in the car again. The sound of the engine of a vehicle that was not too luxurious American output was rented by Gilbert in San Francisco a few days ago to pick up Alcatraz prisoners who were now part of them." Can we go to North Korea?" Asked Jeremy, who made Dexmon look at him sharply.