The next day...
After informing the general of the black op's division and the prime ministers of his findings, Missio waited anxiously in his room, constantly adjusting his clothes. The silence stretched for longer than necessary and he felt an uncomfortable sensation crawling up his spine. He drew a deep breath and slumped into his chair. Then, his phone rang. He flinched, picking up his phone and answering the call.
"Ah, yes. Missio, how are you?"
"I'm doing fine."
"Great, because the council has agreed on the arrest of the drug lord – Sun Daishen."
Missio gulped. "Really? That was…quite fast."
"Of course, it was simple, really. All the ministers were in favor of arresting this powerful drug lord, but the minister of foreign affairs was against it for some reason."
'Of course, he would reject the idea. That would probably mess up our relationship with Ashland.'
Missio's thoughts ran wild as he asked the prime minister.
"So…Who's going to Kharagen?"
"You, of course. The Lieutenant General's own team should be plentiful to solve this case."
Missio clicked his tongue. "…Okay, sir."
"Amazing! I hope you can come to the airport by 2 pm."
"Yes, sir." Missio groaned.
"Great, I'll see you soon."
The prime minister cut the call. Missio heaved a sigh of relief, tucking the phone into his pocket. He pulled back his hair and adjusted his collar.
'Above the system yet still trapped by it…How ironic – How ironic, indeed.'
A sour smile spread across his face as he thought those things. He tapped his music box which seemed like a void in a colorful world. He coughed and stood up, checking the time on his own digital clock.
"10…still got a lot of time." He muttered to himself. "Let's prepare mentally for this, shall we?"
He placed the clock down and grabbed his katana, sliding it into its sheath. He rubbed his fingers against the thin fabric of his fingerless gloves as he exited his office. The door locked behind him as he walked down the long hallway, covered in sunlight.
***
A few hours later...
Missio sat in the passage seat of Henry's car. Krishna, Eira and Mary were behind them. Henry calmly drove, weaving through the streets of Romulus like a veteran driver. Missio stared out of the window, thinking in his own world.
'Man…Kharagen…I really don't want to mess up our relationship with Ashland. If we fail this mission or get exposed, then we're doomed but…why wasn't the PM so worried? Is there some secret political motive behind this? Please do not derail anything…for the sake of Pangea.'
Then, he looked forward, seeing the traffic of the streets. He crossed his arms and leaned back. He leaned his head out, feeling the wind.
'Other than that, I'm just waiting to get unbanned. Man, those guys are gonna regret complaining once I destroy their trade hub again~'
Then, the car stopped, shoving Missio forward. He looked ahead and saw that they had stopped at the entrance to the airport. A machine automatically scanned their car. After a few minutes, the gates opened and they were let into the establishment. Henry found a spot and parked his car before stepping outside.
"We're here." He stated.
Missio groaned and pushed the door open, stepping outside. Henry unlocked the truck, and grabbed his captain's katana from the trunk. He threw it to Missio who caught it with ease as he sheathed it, he thought in an annoyed tone.
'This is really inconvenient.'
He followed his mates into the building. As they entered, they many people sitting, waiting for their flights while others were already boarding theirs. Krishna walked up to the recaption and leaned on the desk.
"Captain John is expecting us." He said.
The receptionist lifted her head, scanning Krishna's face before looking down. He slid her hands across the keyboard before telling Krishna in a calm tone.
"He'll meet you at the third runway."
"Thanks~" Krishna replied.
He swiveled around and gazed at his team.
"He's expecting us at the third runway."
"Then, let's get going." Eira turned around.
The team headed off towards their destination. Just as they passed the exit, Missio's hone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw he had received a message from the foreign minister. Looking closer, he realized it was a briefing of the mission details. He shrugged, connecting his phone to his headphones and began playing the recording. As he felt the wind, a voice cut through his thoughts drawing his attention towards itself.
"The suspect is in the city of Kharagen, but we don't have to focus on that." The official stated.
"What we must focus on is an abandoned building near Kharagen, but you see…it's not abandoned. Intel shows that a bunch of hooligans are rallying up there and selling drugs. The drugs that we're sold to the recently arrested Dick Quartel."
Missio frowned, a flash of memory reminding him of the man he had arrested. The interrogation alone made his spine shiver.
"We've identified the hooligans as teenagers and some drunken, cracked old bastards. We couldn't do much investigation into the matter of their boss since he's anonymous and doesn't show his face much, but we have found that he personally delivered all of Dick's packages. End of the briefing, thank you."
They made it to the third runway and boarded their flights. After sitting down, Missio leaned back, tapping his headphones. They instantly blocked all sounds coming from the outside, relaxing his nerves. Soft music blasted through the black headphones as he slowly drifted into his own world. Then, the intercom turned on.
"Dear, Black ops first unit. Prepare for takeoff." He stated as the plan began to accelerate.
Suddenly, Missio felt his phone buzz. Interrupted, he pulled it out and found he had been sent a message by the foreign minister...
[Lieutenant General, Missio Augustus. May I have chat with you over messages?]
[Yes? What do you want to talk about? You've already sent me a recording of the briefing.] Missio replied in a perplexed manner.
[I must inform you of something about the drug lord…I hid some things from the council.]
Missio paused and typed back in a rapid manner.
[Why?]
[The supreme commander told me to keep it hidden since it was such an important matter.]
[Okay, what is it then?]
'Brother told you to hide it…?' Missio thought with confusion as the minister typed.
[Be careful when on the mission. There's a reason other than our relationship with Ashland that made me object.]
Before Missio could respond another message came. [That drug lord…he's special.]