Spy Mage System

Chapter 108

108 A Revealing Relation

Try not to tell me, he will hurl himself through of the window and make an insane arrangement to get us out of this wreck?!!

I turned my head back to him with perfect timing for him to threaten to use his firearm out from his coat and shoot the window, breaking it totally before he leaped out of it with us following him through it, falling through the air until we hit the ground underneath and turned over with dust wherever around us.

“That was way less climatic than I expected,” September expressed, viewing at the messed up window above us as she moaned.

I glanced around to see where we were before I felt something pull at my shirt, and I peered down to see that Tisiah was checking out at me with stress all over. “Is everything OK?” he inquired.

“Ought to be,” the man said. “How about we get to the plane.”

We trailed behind him, as slugs poured down from where we bounced, and soon enough I saw Agent Nelson hop down too. Gracious shoot, she followed us all things considered?

But fortunately for us, she fell on her stomach onto the ground prior to getting up, taking a gander at us furiously with her weapon held up before her. “Rapidly!” Greg shouted, as we as a whole ran for it while Agent Nelson started taking shots at us once more.

The man who was helping us stretched out beyond us, pulling us en route until we got to where the plane was stopped at. The entryway was at that point open, and all we expected to do was to get inside. It was not large but not so little as those private planes. “Inside, fast!” the man yelled, so we ran into the plane prior to closing the entryway behind us and locking it too. The man took out a key and locked it with that too before he put it into his pocket and turned around to see what was occurring outside.

Agent Nelson halted, as the plane began moving, with weighty breaths, gasping sounds and beating hearts surrounding us as we as a whole plunked down and peered out the windows as we attempted to see what was happening beyond it.

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We got away, but I’m very certain the FBI will not entirely settled to find us now that we managed to get away from their grasp.

“Well that was excessively close,” Nikki said enthusiastically. “I don’t think I want to rehash that.” I laughed, checking her out. “I’m almost certain no one does,” I added. But then September got up, filtering the plane prior to moving towards the man. “Alright, one inquiry, who are you?” she asked, pointing right at him.

The man didn’t appear to be entertained nor precisely impacted by any opportunity. He got up from his seat and took a major murmur, then, at that point, strolled over to us with every one of our eyes fixed right at him. “All things considered, being the condition of where we are and what might befall us, I should tell you,” he said.

“You presumably ought to have been let us know in any case frankly,” Tisiah remarked, but the man didn’t appear to need his contribution with the shooting look he provided for him.

“As I was saying, here’s who I am...my name is Fulton Rocke, and I’m the child of Demetrius Rocke,” he said, as shock bursted through the room. “You...you-you?” September asked, shaking her head. There’s something off about something.”

“I know, I know,” Fulton expressed, taking a gander at us truly. “My dad could do without me however much he could do without you folks. Clearly, I help him to remember you.”

That’s what he said, looking at me as a weighty inclination submerged within my heart.

How might he seem as though me? Could he seem as though me? Is it safe to say that he planned to be like me? No way, this is incomprehensible. He can’t be like me since I’m not a lawbreaker. All things considered, I surmise now I’m a result of that insane Agent Nelson but she had no clue about what she had gotten her hands into.

Fulton Rocke moaned too, sitting down back in his seat while he checked out by any means of us. “Indeed, now that you know, we can begin arranging how – ”

“How could you know about our trip to Russia?” September asked, unsettling her otherwise calm disposition as she plunked down on her seat again with a dislike her face.

He chuckled a tad prior to murmuring and scowling too. “Allow me to assist you with just enough confidential. Rocke really called me one day to find you folks for him, and he might attempt to invest more energy with me. One thing about my dad is that he usuallly doesn’t come clean, or there is a trick to it, so I’m helping you folks all things being equal. But I continued to follow you folks where you were since that day you battled with my dad here.”

“Wow...” Greg mumbled, checking out at him with shock all over.

I saw him in shock, but I actually could hardly imagine how he was the child of Rocke, and that he was sincerely attempting to help us. It nearly sounds mind boggling but of course, this person seems to be a truly decent person so I surmise he truly is attempting to help us. But what’s that have to do with anything?

I really want to keep my space from this person.

“Now, we want to arrange for how to track down Petrov,” he said.

He stood up again from his seat and started to stroll over to me when out of nowhere I felt something on my brow and admired see Tisiah with a harsh look all over gazing right at me, his hand on my temple as I attempted to create some distance from it while scouring my head with a dislike my face.

“All things considered, does anybody know where he could be?” September asked as Tisiah let go of my temple and put down in his seat.

I shook my head no, as I kept on scouring my brow with a befuddled look all over as Tisiah took a gander at me once more. “Perhaps he could be some place plain or with the TSA of certain sorts,” Fulton expressed, putting down in his seat too while his fingers drummed in front of him as he pondered something.

I viewed at him with disarray all over as every other person nodded in arrangement. “Indeed, perhaps not the TSA,” Vicki said. “But likely with another association in the MSTO.”

“Likely,” September expressed, checking Fulton out.

He nodded, murmuring and gazing toward the roof while scouring his jaw. “But what association works in Russia that is a piece of the MSTO?” he pondered resoundingly.

Nikki moaned, getting up from her seat. She strolled towards him with her hands in her pocket and gazed toward him with her head shifted to the side a smidgen. “Perhaps you ought to ask your dad,” she said with a laugh in her voice.

He laughed as well as he scoured his jaw once more. “Indeed, I could but I don’t actually want to do that at the present time.”

“Why?” I inquired. “He’d believe you’re actually looking for us.” Fulton jumped at that, and he moaned prior to peering down at me.

He put his hands in his lap and turned away from me briefly prior to turning around to us. “Okay, I’ll see,” he said. “Excuse me briefly.”

He got up from his seat and started strolling towards the washroom, opening the entryway as we heard the sound of water running within it, and afterward we heard Fulton hacking a tad as he got in the restroom as well.

“He should be truly terrified of his dad,” September expressed, checking him out.

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After some time, Fulton escorted himself out the bathroom door again with a smile on his face. He looked at everyone with a serious look on his face before walking over to his desk and sat back down. “Well, I got an answer, but he seemed very reluctant about it,” he said, leaning back into his chair and putting his hands behind his head.

We all looked at him, wondering what his answer was.

“They aren’t exactly in Russia, but they do deal with certain situations that seem to concern Russia or its uses inside of the country. And it’s the BMO.”

“British Mage Organization?” Nikki asked in confusion. “But they’re all the way in Britain, what are they doing in Russia?” Fulton shrugged, putting his hands back down on his desk as if he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Well, that’s a question for your father,” he said with a shrug. “You can ask him that once you guys return back to the YMPA. Haven’t heard from him for a while haven’t you?”

Silence busted out in the room as we all turned to each other before we all nodded no.

He sighed a little bit before standing up again and walking over to me. He put a hand on my shoulder, looking at me frowning as I looked back at him with confusion on my face. He took a deep breath before he let it out slowly as he rubbed his forehead with a frown on his face.

“I feel your pain a thousand times more,” he responded, with a gulp in his throat. He took another deep breath before letting it out slowly again before he looked at me seriously. His eyes were moistened with sadness and grief.