Ashgard: Ambition and Purpose
Three Days of Preparation #184
"The trial will begin a few days later, and what are your decisions? Did you guys accept my offer earlier, or not? Of course I'm not forcing."
On a very cold, calm night, a man in a white suit appeared to meet two men in black jackets in a small alley in a corner of the city.
One of them answered the question by saying, "the answer is, no ...!"
The man in the first leather jacket added, "we are not as brave as you, Clone Nostra. Because after we thought about .. the risk is very high, and we're not ready for that."
The man in white sighed, nodded, and responded to the decision that led to a rejection of the offer he had given a few weeks ago.
"Well, like I said before, I don't want to force you. Excuse me ...!" the man in white spoke, before turning around and about to leave the dark alley.
SET ...!!!
"Shhh ...!!! Don't rush, dong!"
There was not a single step out of the alley. Suddenly, a group of men in red jackets confronted him, and pointed several firearms at him. Of course, it makes the man unable to continue his steps, raise both hands, and just be quiet.
"Clone Nostra, yes ...? The syndicate is on the verge of collapse, and its fate is currently in disarray. Too bad, it's really sad that I saw the fate of your group." A man in a red jacket stepped closer to the man in a white suit. His steps surrounded the white-clothed man who could only fall silent, while speaking a few things.
The man in the red jacket did not use a mask or mask to cover his facial identity, in contrast to his colleagues who wore an average black mask.
"Clovis El Claunius, I heard some things about you. Said you were the last stepson of the Claunius family, huh? Is that true?" the man in the red jacket stopped just behind the man in the white coat he called Clovis.
Clovis's figure was just speechless, unable to do anything, not even moving in the slightest could. Many of the triggers were currently pointing at him, more precisely perhaps pointing right at his head.
"It's okay, if you don't want to speak up and answer, I don't need your answer to that either." The man in the red jacket stepped back, and stopped right in front of Clovis with his sharp gaze.
Clovis was silent, in his mind suspecting some things that he had been trapped in this location or place by the two men in leather jackets behind him. His gaze was sharp to the man standing before him, and then said, "what do you want from me, Felix ...?!" he asked with low intonation and sounded cold.
"I heard a lot of information about the assets that you have, and that's quite interesting to me" Felix said, slightly raised his head and spoke thus with a gaze toward the night sky and the moonlight above.
But the view was again downcast, with a glance directed at the man in white with a statement, "I know Clone Nostra is not okay. Therefore, if you will .. I will acknowledge your side of the group, and you can take the action you have planned for the trial."
"If not," Felix sighed again, raising a little both of his shoulders before then continuing, "don't blame me if you're dead here."
Of course, the statement is an ego, a threat, and coercion that comes from the figure of Felix against Clovis. The threat presented seemed to be no joke, especially with the many Felix personnel who closed the access to the alley and still pointed their guns at Clovis.
Clone Nostra was indeed a very big syndicate, that was before. Now the group was like dust blown by a gust of wind, almost disappearing and out of sight.
Clovis lifted his head, looked intently and seriously at Felix before then saying, "give us assurance and profit on black over white, then I will give you the decision. If it's not profitable for us, then I will refuse and you can shoot myself dead in this place too ...!" he said, sharp, and undaunted, not even a trace of fear in him.
***
The next day, Garwig returned to Ashgard Headquarters. This time he was not alone, because it was accompanied by the figure of Siska who was dressed neatly in his black suit, and one of the hands that looked busy carrying a thin black bag.
At the location, the arrival of Garwig and Siska was immediately greeted warmly by Berlin and his colleagues. They then went into the living room, sat on the sofas, and began to talk some things.
Garwig came to bring clarity, information, and certainty about the first task or mission that he would give to Ashgard. In accordance with the promise he had made yesterday, he came with the necessary files, because in three days later the trial will be held.
Siska placed the thin, black bag on a glass table, and grabbed and showed Berlin and some of her friends the files she needed to know.
Knowing will get the first mission or task, and it seems like it is a task that has a very high level of importance. Of course it is enough to make Berlin friends look enthusiastic and excited. But on the other hand they had to prepare various things first before the trial day arrived.
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Seriate.