The Zetta Sonic
Freeze

While Alex and Tiger were chatting, Jayden was also chatting with the candidates he was about to propose as Otto's assistant professor. He had spoken to four people and everything was boring. Two of them were field members like Caitlin at first. The other two were members behind the table like him. They all came from good families who never knew that their family members had joined an international secret organization. They have achievements. In this case, complete the mission well. They also do not have a lunge in the world of crime like he was in the past. Got it? Uninspiring.

Jayden still has three names. The three of them could not meet him today. So, he has to postpone it tomorrow. Two people are also field agents while the other one is Emil, the odd agent.

The seven men got an email from him. They had at least shown interest in this particular operation of theirs. When the operation was finally opened to headquarters, many changes occurred.

Unlike Tiger, Jayden is not so respected. Naturally, he used to be on the other side. He used to work for criminals. When he was caught, Nadira recruited him here. That's an open secret. There were naturally many pent-up protests among the agents themselves. In essence, there are still many people better than Jayden who can work there. Someone with more achievements is also a clean history.

Nadira has her own choices. For Jayden, Nadira only wears it for torture. He gets angry and punched more often than compliments. What happened in the car was rare. He was praised for getting the data. Not a big thing. That is his habit. Get as much information as possible from the enemy.

Jayden was alone in the room. The monotonous room had a table in the middle with two pairs of chairs facing each other. Just like the interrogation room at the police headquarters. In front of Jayden there is a tablet PC containing the data of the candidate. After releasing a short sigh, Jayden buried his face in both hands.

The wall clock is accompanying his unrest. The clock ticks feel disturbing when you become the sole ruler. After organizing a schedule of activities in his brain, Jayden went out of the room.

Outside the room, there was another boring corridor. The corridor has a futuristic design. Better than the ones in the agents' dorms. He was at the headquarters of the capital. This is one of the most visited headquarters Nadira. The capital itself is an important city in the Sinde continent. Not only because of the long history but also because of the vast and various bureaucratic offices that exist. The type of metropolitan city in which the residents are superior individuals.

Only the chosen ones can live here. That's one of the rumors. People without capacity will only be months here. They better find another city to live in. A city that is not that busy.

The capital offers many fields of employment opportunities, as much as the temptations around every corner. Illegal drugs, goods on the black market, organs, to other forbidden things. I guess that speech is true. Only the chosen ones can live there. Those who do have the capacity and those who are too stupid to realize the danger.

Jayden didn't think about what happened when he first got there. His eyes recognized the figure that had just passed through the intersection in front of him. The man was wearing a dark green sweater under a white lab coat. His ears were covered in a large black headset. The sound of music was faint from outside. Jayden's voice can never beat him.

Jayden patted the young man.”Oi! Emil!”

The young man turned. He saw Jayden from toe to head. Jayden knew there was nothing wrong with his clothes. Sport shoes, jean pants, long sleeve V necked sweatshirt grey color. Jayden is not on duty. The young man waved, made a thin smile and then turned away again.

‘Hei!” Jayden held onto it before it moved away from him. When the young man turned around again, Jayden pointed to his own ear, gesturing for Emil to remove the headset.

Emil, the young man, according to. He kept the headset away from the left ear. “Can I help?”

Compared to Jayden, Emil is shorter. He is younger. Emil has medium hair curls bright brown almost blonde. His face always looks cute, blame the petals and color of his eyeballs are boring. The color is the same as the blackboard. His voice was no less sweet and almost without intonation.

Jayden remembers once the reason Emil turned down the interview that day. “I thought you were on a mission. Guide agent to get out of trouble.”

“In truth, agent Jayden.”

“Negative. The kidnappers refused to release the hostages. We are in a complicated situation. The minister has agreed to pay the ransom. Youknew. The ICPA never wanted to negotiate with the kidnappers. Nadira might have us clone. The minister's daughter. If we fail.”

From Emil's words, Jayden understood that he was still in the middle of the mission. “Then.what are you doing here?” An agent or operator understands that even a small problem can determine life and death. For example, urgency to the bathroom. Emil doesn't seem to care much about it.

“Searching for inspiration.”

“Sorry. Looking for what?”

“Inspiration. The room where they held the princess. Cooling rooms that are no longer in use. Right above them there is ventilation. Unfortunately, the vents are not connected anywhere. I hacked the system. I thought I could turn the cooler into a heater.”

“What is the purpose if the ventilation can channel the heat? To distract?”

“Please the little girl. Like a snow doll.”

“Snow doll?”

“Without charcoal in his eyes or carrots for nose and scarf.”

“The room is an active cooling room but no longer used?” Jayden clarifies. “They have a girl in the freezer? What about the guards?”

“Hot air will melt the guards also fastener the girl.”

Jayden could guess his condition. “You guys are dealing with Mr.North Pole.”

Mr. North Pole is one of those mad scientists that the ICPA started targeting last year. He developed a liquid that could freeze anything. The lack of interest in the study made it difficult to get funding. ICPA suspects that there is a mastermind from the dark world who is very interested. After obtaining funding and the success of his research, he joined them. Call yourself Mr. North Pole, the old man made a terror that is always associated with the cold. The goal is always money or revenge.

Emil rubbed his chin. “Mr. North Pole now has elves to help him. Like santa. But not santa. They're armed. And, it melts easily. We can burn everything. Unfortunately, the daughter of the minister will not like it when it comes to charred.”

“Similar to mr. minister.” Jayden agrees. He understands why the case was handed over to the ICPA instead of the regular police. “Is there any other way to drain the heat there besides ventilation?”

“Mouse holes? Niente. In fact, cats will not go in there to look for mice. There are no rats inside. I thought about heating everything from the outside. Like heating a can. In a pot of hot water. When camping.”

“It's perfect.”