Chapter 1061: Swapping Cars

Chapter 1061: Swapping Cars



In each car preceding the one Alex was in, other sets of instructions were given, each with their own backstory and fake identities.

David was forced into pretending to be a single father to Cory and Jonathan; their pretend mother dead a few years back. His story had been the easiest to pull off since the records of the deceased rarely included notes of their entire families.

Instead, they held data on the marital status and number of children.

Pulling out an ID number for three people was much simpler when they were faking them from an actual person's records.

Of course, this made David grumble since he hated the idea of pretending to be a caring father to two boys he already had trouble liking. To be fair, David had difficulty liking everyone, so Cory and Jonathan didn't feel offended by his complaints.

In Ri-Chu's case, he was forged an identity that kept his name but changed his surname, and Jin-Sil was given the identity of his newlywed wife. When they saw their fake passports, the former's face became so red the driver thought the young man was having a stroke.

Jin-Sil managed to calm him down, saying it made sense, but his nerves shot through the roof again when she joked about it being good practice for their future. Of course, she was only teasing him, not wanting to put this kind of pressure on him so early in their relationship.

But there was always an ounce of truth behind every little lie or tease. The thought of one day walking down an aisle toward him made her heart flutter a little, and she had to contain herself, lest her true emotions bleed through her collected facade.

As for Killian and Winston, they were made to be brothers who had been living as expatriates in China for a few years, working a low-level office job for one, and going to school for the other.

Kujaku's contact for fake passports had complained about how making counterfeit documents for people who were recognized outside their own countries was complicated.

And by that, he meant Killian and Kary, who had a career as professional gamers with enough competitions abroad to their names; a single photo could make a search page light up like a Christmas tree.

Of course, he had still done the work, but his warnings were taken into consideration, and Kujaku had made sure to pass on the cautionary words to the people concerned.

"All of you have to be careful not to stop anywhere before our rendezvous point. A single picture taken of you by someone who thinks they recognize you can alert local law enforcement, and it'll be infinitely more challenging for you to reach your destination.

Alex took in a deep breath. He has always been a pitiful liar, and having to fake it like this, with such a price on the line for failure, made him incredibly nervous.

Taking the shoulder that brought him back to the main road, Alex looked ahead at the short line waiting to be checked and swallowed nervously.

He checked his employee tag on the vest Kujaku had handed him to ensure everything was perfect and looked ahead.

Feeling his angst from inside him, Luna decided to wrap his mind in a calming wave of mana, trying to reassure him without words. She knew what was going on from their connection, and even though she couldn't pass through the veil, that didn't stop their minds from staying connected.

It had been a while since she started feeling her master again, and it pleased her, but her words couldn't yet reach him. That didn't keep her from helping as much as she could,

though.

Feeling the mana wave envelope his mind, Alex's body suddenly relaxed, and he sighed in relief.

'If you can hear me, Luna, thank you,' he said in his mind, recognizing the mana signature of the wave.

He had also been feeling her presence in his mind, but he knew they couldn't reach out to each other quite yet. The presence was too faint.

But this mana wave was a sign that whatever kept her from reaching this side was slowly

giving way. Was this a good sign or a bad one?

Only time would tell. But her intervention here was a welcome one.

The line before them quickly shrunk until it was their turn at the customs booth.

The agent looked at the white man behind the wheel, and already his face turned to a frown.

"Passport and identification, sir."