Chapter 262 - 266 Chs

266 Chs

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262 Preparing for the Last Mission

School came the next day, and the only thing in my mind was telling Greg what happened yesterday. I couldn’t call him while I was at the YMPA. The only place that he and I could privately speak—assuming they’re not spying on me—was school or at Greg’s house.

I immediately ran towards Greg, in which he noticed my footsteps very quickly.

“You’re running like something’s wrong?” he said, looking at me with concern.

“That’s because something is,” I said, looking at him. He sighed. “What?” he shot at me, his eyes widened with fear.

“Listen, okay? Remember when you called me yesterday?”

“Yeah.”

“Tisiah noticed, and he asked what the whole blue drive thing was. I gave him a bogus story, and he didn’t buy it,” I said.

Greg took a deep breath, and rested his hand on his head. His face was drenched with worry. “Hey, don’t worry, I made them think it was a personal matter and they bought this time—I think.”

“I hope so,” Greg said. “If they still think it’s bogus and didn’t tell you, then many things may go wrong. In fact, many things will go wrong.”

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“I mean, I do think they did buy it this time around. Tisiah even gave me a hug afterwards,” I said, shrugging.

Greg just gave me an unamused look, and I nodded slowly, a bit embarrassed not gonna lie.

“Listen, I’m going to call Fulton later to see if he can somehow make the blue drive arrive quicker or something. Then maybe we can get it and continue on with this secret mission. Which reminds me, how is the Matthew Lock mission going?”

“We found his location, and hopefully we can finally catch him this time.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Hopefully, this time is going to be the last time that we can stop Matthew Lock from releasing the virus. Or at least have any chance of releasing it.

From what we were informed, the YMPa agents already created the scene, but they were only going to be able to keep it going for another four hours.

The first thing I did once I got inside of the YMPA was run straight to the barracks. So did the others I assume, because I met them there once I arrived.

September came first. “Oh, you’re here?” she said, looking at me with a pleasantly surprised face.

“Yeah, are the others coming or not?” I asked, looking behind me and by the corner. She shrugged. But then talking echoed through the halls diagonal from us, and appearing around the corner was Malachi.

“Oh, y’all’s here?” he said, looking at us with a pleasantly surprised face.

“Yeah, is Tisiah and Nikki coming yet?” September asked. “I would presume they are.”

“I don’t know to be honest. I’m just trying to fix up my weapons and then head to the briefing room,” he said, confirming that room is indeed called: The Briefing Room.

But suddenly, more talking traveled from the same hall. Tisiah and Nikki—the last two—finally showed up for the occasion.

“Oh, you guys are here?” Nikki asked, but her face was confused. Tisiah shrugged. “Apparently. Y’all here to get your weapons?”

“Yeah, then we’re going to head to the briefing room.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Yeah. You should all get some coffee as well before we go into the actual briefing. It helps you focus on what you’re supposed to do, and who knows, it may actually give you a boost of adrenaline and energy,” Tisiah said, smiling. He looked at each one of us in turn.

“Nah, I’m a bit too excited for coffee,” Malachi chuckled. After getting our weapons, and putting them in their respective places, we all headed towards the briefing room.

As soon as we arrived, we walked in, and then sat down at the table. We all looked around, almost completely at a loss with what to do next. Mr. Drails then turned around, and his face was beaming with a stern face. “I’m pretty sure you guys already know the events that are going to take place soon,” Mr. Drails said, in which we nodded.

“Now, here’s the plan, just an overview if you could say it in that way. We enter the Bronx and the murder scene will already be prepared. Matthew Lock will most likely be leaving, just to avoid any contact with the ‘police.’ He will run, and then I’ll have Malachi and September in a helicopter after him. We will then capture him, stop him, and get the virus. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll be leaving very soon. Did you guys prepare your—”

“Yes, we did.”

“Oh, good…well then…we’ll be leaving shortly. Good luck!”

“Good luck, sir!”

“No, you don’t need to call me that, just Drails works fine. I guess we’ve become quite close, haven’t we? Ah, I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

“We got this, Mr. Drails!”

“I know you do, and I believe in all of you guys. You can help us out of this one little situation, so don’t worry about it, okay?” he said. “Five minutes and then we’re leaving.” He turned his eyes back to his computer, as I turned to Tisiah, and he looked at me. “So, you ready?”

“Say less,” Tisiah said, chuckling. “I can’t wait to get Matthew Lock behind our bars. This is my best chance to finally take down the virus creator. Oh man, I can’t wait for tonight…”

“Me too,” I said, turning around. “But Matthew Lock isn’t the virus creator though?”

“Well, he’s holding it right now,” he said, focusing his eyes on me. “That makes him bad enough. Why else do you think we have to stop him, besides the fact that he might kill again and release the virus? If he keeps releasing the virus, and the vaccine still hasn’t been created yet, then humanity will be extinct, as you said. And if that happens, then the world as we know it, will end.”

“Yup. It would all just be gone in an instant,” I said, now thinking about it. This was really a big deal, and I can’t sugarcoat it. It is definitely a big deal. This is a chance that we have to stop the virus from being released, and let the TSA finish their plans.

“Bro, I’m just excited that we’re going to be using a helicopter,” Malachi said. “Well—-me and September, not the rest of you guys.”

“Well you better do your job right then,” Tisiah hissed quickly. “Because, I can assure you, it’s only going to be your fault if this mission messes up.” Malachi gave him a hard look, and I could already tell that things were about to go down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Malachi hissed, and Tisiah chuckled. “You know exactly what—-”

“Okay, let’s calm down, shall we?” I said, shooting a smile at both of them, which didn’t seem to fix much. Malachi stared back at Tisiah, before backing up and taking a seat.

“It’ll be fine. I trust you two with this assignment. We shouldn’t fight at the moment when we’re about to leave, anyways,” Mr. Drails said, turning to Malachi and giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, we’ve got this. We will make sure to have our work done, just like you said. You don’t need to worry about us,” Malachi said, shooting a look back at Tisiah. “You just stay in your place.”

Tisiah didn’t say anything, but the look on his face said that he wanted to give Malachi a good right to the face.

“Good, good,” Mr. Drails said, walking to his computer, looking back at the five of us. “Okay, so let me give you all the info that you’re going to need. We are actually having some issues with our portal.”

I looked at Tisiah, as I asked, “Issues with the portal?” I wasn’t too surprised about the portal because we had already heard that a bunch of portals were broken. “Are you telling me we’re going to have to fly there?” Nikki asked, her eyes widened. Mr. Drails chuckled. “The transmissions between our wands have been a bit wonky. I’ll transport you guys to a base close to New York. Hopefully they can contain the people in there for a good while before Matthew Lock decides to forget it and leave. But I’m pretty sure by now, he knows that we’re on our way to capture him. So, I doubt he’ll do the smart thing.”

“Alright, so when are we leaving?”

“Based on my timer… thirty seconds.”

“Okay guys,” September said, looking at all four of us. “This is it. This is the mission we’re going to get Matthew Lock. We better be ready to fight. Let’s go!”

“Yes! Let’s go! Come on, let’s blow this door down!”

Then all of a sudden, Mr. Drails sent a portal under us, dropping us from the ground and onto the other ground. The other ground was filled with grass and soil, which luckily didn’t paint my face.

“We’re here, guys. This place doesn’t look like much of a base, but at least it’s somewhere where Lock isn’t going to run away and escape, if he does,” Malachi said. But the base looked more like a border patrol than any sort of base or center. There were a few soldiers inside, standing in their uniforms, glaring at us. They didn’t move out, but just started. “And who are these guys?” Malachi muttered.

“Let’s not worry about them, let’s just go ahead and make our way to New York,” September said. “Nikki, can you make a car real quick enough to get us there?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she said.