Felicia and Libra exchanged glances and showed obvious concern due to the uncommon smile on Cole"s face.Felicia thought of anything that could distract Cole from the probably bad plan formulating in his mind.
"Umm... Cole, why don"t we bring Eva to the amus.e.m.e.nt park today? Since we have so much extra time and we weren"t able to do so last time?"
She tried directing Cole"s attention to something because she had a feeling that something would explore later if she didn"t.
Libra thought the same and gave Felicia a subtle thumbs up.
It was also at this specific point in time that the〈Steward Bomb Squad〉was impromptly formed.
With Felicia"s suggestion, Cole wiped the dangerous grin off his gace and pondered for a bit.
"Hmm... You"re right, I"ll go get Felicia and put on some jeans."
*TAP*
*TAP*
*TAP*
Cole ascended up the stairs which caused Libra and Felicia to heave a sigh of relief.
"Umm, Sir or Ma"am or whatever Libra. I just realized something."
"What? On how Cole is a transmigated person? It"s easy for me to tell due to his balance being off and all--"
"No, not that. He told me ablut that last night."
Felicia waved her hands to deny Libra"s point and stared off into the distance and said with a helpless tone.
"... It"s just that I probably should make sure he doesn"t get a lot of power ups..."
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Meanwhile, in a prison that ryhmes with Algatras that was somewhere in America. Was a prisoner, one like the many others there.
He looked very disheveled and was stuck in a straight jacket and had a chunky, black, metal color secured o his neck.
There was also a gag covering his mouth and he was sitting mindlessly in the corner of his lonely solitary cell.
His eyes seemed to be lifeless and devoid of hope and saliva constantly leaked out of his mouth as he mumbled incomprehensibly.
*BANG*
*BANG*
Two large bangs resounded out from outside the only metal door that was thick enough to discourage anyone from trying to blow it up to escape the cell.
The prisoner seemed as if they didn"t hear the banging and just continued to mumble.
A small window slided open and a man"s voice called out to the prisoner.
"Prisoner No. 089, you have a visitor."
The prisoner finally seemed to have some sort of reaction and stared at the door for a bit.
The door opened up and the man behind it was dressed similar to how a person in the police would wear to riots.
The guard gestured the prisoner to follow him and another guard that was hidden nearby came and watched the prisoner"s back.
Eventually, the two guards brought him to the visitor room and removed his gag and stood by the door, to ensure he wouldn"t get any funny ideas.
The visitor room was like any other one you"ve seen in any kind of drama or movie that had something like it.
A thick gla.s.s window that had holes to allow sound to pa.s.s through seperating the room into two with desks built into its sides and a telephone as the only communication device available.
There were also cameras hidden in various parts of the room and the telephone would always be traced and the calls would automatically be recorded.
The prisoner sat right in the middle part of the desks amd waited for his visitor.
A few seconds later, the door at the other side opened, revealing a man that was quite tall who sported a black fedora, a windbreaker and a scarf.
He was also wearing a pair of black leather gloves.
His face was fully hidden because of the shadow from his fedora which was pulled down just to do that.
He pulled the chair and sat down with his legs crossed and his hands clasped.
"...Marvin."
The voice was pretty masculine and had a bit off an accent.
The prisoner who was apparently named Marvin reacted strongly at the familiar voice and looked up straight at his visitor.
The visutor then adjusted his hat slightly, just enough so that Marbin would be able to see his face while the hidden cameras couldn"t.
Marvin"s eyes shrank and nearly cried tears as he saw the familiar face.
The man had a sqare face shape and had white skin.
His hair was a pale blonde and his eyes were a light blue. His features indicated him to be of Russian descent.
"...Boss...!"
"Ssshh..."
Marvin took the hint from his Boss and lowered his voice into a whisper.
"Marvin, my underling... Who was the dzhiopa that got you in here?"
"Um, some dude and a maid. The dude had silver hair and black eyes and was pretty tall while the girl was a real babe! She had that j.a.panese woman vibe all about her with her black hair and hair cut..."
Marvin seemed extremely ready to talk about the peopel that got him caught but he trailed off and then asked his Boss the real thing on his mind.
"B-But Boss! Why are you here? Are you here to bail--"
"Pft!"
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Marvin started to get confused at the sudden bit of laughter from his Boss. He had simply thought that he was here to bail him out.
"Marvin... Are you serious?"
"Eh?"
Marvin"s confusion became even stronger with the mocking tone his Boss had used.
"Don"t you know how long you"re stuck in here?"
"Uh... A few months, I guess... I mean, I only made a few illusions across the city and my sentence was decided while I was stuck at the police station so I don"t know..."
"..."
Boss was then shocked to silence at his underling"s hopeful wishing and utter ignorance of his current circ.u.mstances.
A smile that was basically a sneer foemed at his face and his light blue eyes were twisted into crescent moons.
"A few months? You"re stuck in here for at least 30 years! You caused actual trauma to loads of people in NYC and caused ma.s.s panic! You actually think you"re getting off with only a few months?!"
"30... years?!"
Marvin was filled with shock as his Boss"s sudden declaration and his mind raced with disbelief and fear.
"Aah... Marvin, if you waited and followed our instructions, you wouldn"t have gotten here in the first place. You would"ve gotten a proper revenge on the people that wronged you all those years ago just like you wanted."
Marvin lost the hipe in his eyes from seeing his Boss again and they became even deader than before.
Boss stood up from his chair amd looked at Marvin with a mix of pity and schadenfreude.
He then left, not saying another word as the guards dragged the defeated Marvin back to his cell.
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"Sir, would you lile to go back to the mainland now?"
On a small wooden boat that was the usual transporter for visitors, was Boss and a middle aged fisherman.
The fisherman was sorting out a few stuff a looked back to where he expected to see his pa.s.senger.
"Eh? Sir?"
But the only thing left behind was some clothes and a fedora.
And in a completely different place, a man smoked inside a dimly lit room.
The ash tray near him had quite a few cigarette b.u.t.ts in it and the ash of the man"s currently lit one slowly, but surely continued to feed the mini pile.
*RING*
*RING*
*RING*
A telephone that was sitted right ner his ash tray rang and the mab calmly picked it up, as if he was expecting it.
"h.e.l.lo?"
"Igor, have you dealt with the nuisance?"
"Yeah. I got a description of his attackers too."
"Good then. Orders are to either to eliminate or is possible, recruit. That"s all."
After that short conversation, the phone was put down and the man looked off to one of the blind covered windows.
"... A man with silver hair and black eyes... huh?"
And then, a playful smile emeged on his lips.