The Versatile
Chapter 29's
Josh heard the alarm sound. He tried to turn it off, but the defense was already suspended and it took him an hour to get into his defense again.
Josh can only hope Hazel and Hamish get out safely. The alarm kept on burning and it disturbed Josh and made his mind uneasy. But Hamish told me that if he doesn't come out for an hour then he has to leave.
He has likened his watch to Hamish. Josh glanced at his watch, it was almost half an hour he was waiting. Almost every minute Josh kept staring at his watch, his heart agitated at the thought of Hamish and Hazel. Until one more minute of the clock is shown at nine, Josh is still confident that they will be out, although the possibility is a little.
Five seconds, four seconds, one second. Their time was up and they were most likely caught. With a face of sadness and frustration because he had to face the reality, that he had to devise his own plan.
There are only two choices. Go in to help them and be a hero or go as a loser. Josh would certainly choose the second option if he wanted to survive, but if he dared to take risks then he would choose the first option.
Not long after that he made a decision. "I'll be back!" his face looked ferocious at this moment. His passionate excitement makes him dare to take risks.
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The air's pretty friendly tonight. And that makes this blonde girl to be excited. Because the plan that he has compiled as well as possible will definitely succeed. It was as if everything was on his side and became his luck.
"Quick! We have to do it now. I don't want to wait for them to make the old decision. I hate to wait" said one woman glaring her eyes at the blond girl.
"Patience! I'm trying to." The girl did not stare at the brown-haired woman who had been glaring at her. Not out of fear, but rather he did not want to argue right now.
The woman sat in her chair, thinking about what she should do. To be honest he did not know what would happen if he found this tool. He didn't even think about the future or the past being interconnected.
"We are ready! We're gonna be airborne all over the world." The girl shouted in excitement.
The woman is ready for her position. His eyes were fixed on the camera in front of him that was ready to record every minute and second he would say. "Am I tidy ?" ask the girl. It turns out that her feminine nature that wants to look beautiful on television is still there. His intention was to rule the world.
Without answering the woman's question, the blonde girl turned around. "We're on the air now!"
The woman was a little upset that her question was not answered, but the camera was on and she had to talk.
"Good night all over the world. You guys don't know who I am, but I know you guys maybe even your ancestors. Yes, I come from the past. My goal here is to get you guys to work together. I know there are others who come from the past besides me and he messes up and makes the future change little by little." The woman stopped for a moment. Then raise next to his eyebrows.
"If you work together to hand it over to me, then your future will be safe. But if you don't want to cooperate, then your future will change and you will be stuck in misery until your children and grandchildren will." The woman's voice was a little hoarse. It was as if his lungs were holding him back to stop talking.
"When you get to tomorrow morning, it's eight in the morning. I want you to take the girl to the National Monument and have no police officers or other armed officers, or you know the consequences." The camera went off and the woman was very satisfied. "We'll get what we want" he told the blonde-haired girl in his evil tone.
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A few minutes ago Spencer and Nissa saw a television broadcast on display at a store. Spencer glared in disbelief, his eyes as if he did not want to escape the broadcast. Of course, he did not believe that all this time the one who hunted them was his own brother.
Nissa glanced at Spencer who had not shifted his eyes in the least. "Spencer," call Nissa. "You okay?" ask Nissa.
Spencer is still not off the television. "Yes, I'm good. We better hurry before anyone gets hurt."
Nissa looked at him with a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Quick! You need to change your clothes! There's a clothing store, we better hurry up!" His tone sounded worried now.
Even Nissa still didn't understand what Spencer said. But he's right, they have to be quick. From the live broadcast that he saw earlier, Nissa could conclude that the girl who was in the broadcast was the most important thing they should look for.
"You choose your clothes, I also have to change." Spencer went to the corner of the store and sorted the clothes for himself.
For Spencer, choosing a fancy dress with a suit and tie is common, even sometimes he wears it for his official uniform. While Nissa is a girl who lives in simplicity and prefers to spend her money on food rather than buying new clothes.
Nissa is looking for a woman's outfit. Right next to the kids clothes. He circled around and found no clothes that matched his body at all. Nissa is not good at choosing clothes, especially she was not raised with such luxury.
His forehead was wrinkled he was not sure of wearing these clothes. Not that nothing fits or fits, but because it will make itself look the same as the people above here who live in luxury and do not care about the people above.
Nissa did not want herself to be like a zombie that could be killed at any moment, but it was only by dressing like them that she looked normal to the others.
Nissa chose a few clothes, ranging from the color she liked, the model of her clothes that she liked, even those that matched her.
He eliminated one by one and finally his choice was on a light green shirt with wrists one white stripe. Spencer is still disappointed with what his brother has done.
But what power he is indeed not too close to his brother. Even if he's in an office with her. Spencer looked at Nissa who seemed to have finished choosing her clothes. Spencer did so, this time he chose a t-shirt and combined it with a suit and jeans. They met at the cashier, they fell silent and did not know what to do, let alone they had no money at all.
The cashier's guard woman looked at them confused. "Master? You want to pay in cash or through your ID?" ask the woman later.
Spencer answered without hesitation. "ID." Because he has no cash.
The woman was silent and as if she was busy with her cash register. "Master? Please scan your ID here," said the woman when she saw Spencer who looked confused.
"I'm sorry, he's going through a tough time right now. And according to the doctor he lost a bit of his memory. So be advised if he forgets how to pay here." Nissa spoke spontaneously.
Fortunately it made the cashier believe. "It's okay. Please scan your ID here sir." The cashier smiled slightly.
Spencer quickly placed the ID on his wrist onto the scanner. After successfully making a ― payment that even Spencer himself did not know that the ID he used had an account.
“Rupanya use money here is not easy huh?” Spencer makes a little joke, which is more ironic.
They both walked. Spencer clasped Nissa's hand so they wouldn't look flashy. But in fact it makes them look striking, people look at them with a smile knotted in their lips. Some whispered and smiled at them. Nissalah finally let go of their grasp.
“I think this is too conspicuous.” Nissa pulled out her hand, then clasped her own as if she wanted to pray. His hands were so cold, he could even feel them. Is that why Spencer clutched his hand, he thinks it's just a diversion.
Time shows almost nine o'clock past thirty nights. The night the streets get quieter and the curfew will be enforced in half an hour. But there are still a lot of people who just came home from his office. With their neatly knotted suits and ties on their shirts. What an irony compared to the people above.
That night Spencer and Nissa were looking for a place to stay near Monas. They stand guard when things get tough, they can run to Monas and infiltrate in there. Her sister's meeting place with Hazel was there anyway. They don't want to miss a single moment.
Spencer looked up at the bright sky, but it was actually dark because there were no stars and no moon. Even the lights that illuminate every corner of the road, can not match the beauty of the full moon which is sometimes in a shade of weirdness.
Spencer blinked his eyes, thinking of all the events he had experienced behind this. Even the last time he met Hazel, he showed his strange attitude. Spencer blinked his eyes once more, staring at the moon that was only in his shadow. And the idea came up suddenly.