Spy Mage System

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: An Interrogation

We continued driving through the town, where there were just citizens rushing through the streets, trying to see what occurred back there.

I’m not exactly certain how far it came, but in light of what I saw – what those individuals saw – that appeared to go quite far.

We were inside just some typical Grand Marshall, although Malachi kept complaining that she ought to have been picked a rich vehicle, like a Bugatti or Lamborghini or something to that effect.

“Hey, guys,” Nikki said. “The time for this vehicle is running out, so I think it’s best we stop somewhere so we can catch up on our information before we try to call Mr. Drails.”

“Yeah, in addition to I’m ravenous, but I think everybody is heading to bed,” Malachi said. “We wouldn’t have the option to eat until morning.”

“Well that’s if you’re not in school,” Nikki said. “Majority of us are.”

As we were driving, we saw a diner that was by the side of us, and immediately our mouths started to water.

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“Let’s go in there,” Malachi said. “We might not see another restaurant from here for another mile or somewhere in the vicinity.” We stopped in the lot, where there weren’t many individuals which is most likely something worth being thankful for.

I think we previously became celebrities an hour prior, so I didn’t want to see them pointing fingers at me. We got out of our vehicle and strolled inside the diner, where we requested something to eat.

Well, September did for us all. I’m not picky, I just eat something on the menu in light of what the price is because my mother doesn’t like to waste a lot.

I sat down with Tisiah, but then Nikki started to move over to my side also, so she was currently sitting with us. I surmise she just wanted to sit with her brother. But then she said, “I’m so used to sitting opposite you.”

Then how could she move here – it’s most likely nothing to stress over. We sat silent briefly, not certain of what to share with one another, then Nikki inquired, “Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“How could you do that?” she inquired. I ended up completely clear about what to say. “I – I don’t know,” I said. “I surmise I was just hoping for something good.”

“Well that would have neither rhyme nor reason,” Malachi said. “There is no spell that causes that much destruction, and you realize that you needed to punch it. There was absolutely not a chance you were that desperate to survive that you tried to punch a truck – a truck!” Malachi said. “You have a perk, don’t you.”

I swallowed, not certain what to try and say. If I were to express something about it, that would just bring my parents into the mix to this and I don’t want to say anything.

“I don’t know, perhaps, I’m just not certain where from,” I said. “I never realize that I could do that.”

“Heh,” Malachi laughed. “Then for what reason did you try to punch the trucks, there is absolutely not a chance you had that much boldness to punch those.”

“I don’t know, OK!” I shouted, feeling a high degree of stress on my shoulder. I sighed as the gathering stared at me in concern. “I just did it, and I did it, alright?”

“Well,” Malachi muttered. “Something is going on, and I will find out about it.”

September strolled over with our food varieties, out of nowhere entering a presence of an exceptionally steamed conversation. “What occurred here?” she inquired. Malachi sneered. “We suspect that Connor has a perk and he knows it, but he’s trying to hide it.”

“Goodness, he definitely does,” she said. “There ought to be not a glaringly obvious explanation to hide it, that’s a generally excellent thing.”

“But that implies he’d be Mr. Drails’ child because no one but he can have a Perk if his father has it, if not, he can’t. Are you his child?” Malachi inquired.

“No, he didn’t tell me – ”

“What’s your last name?” September inquired. Before I actually might open my mouth, Nikki came to my protection. “You folks shouldn’t cross-examine him like this!” Nikki shouted. “You ought to be happy that he even saved us.”

“Quiet, whiny child.”

“Who’d you call a whiny child?” Tisiah asked, out of nowhere burning out of frustration.

“I did, got an issue?!” Malachi shouted, then glanced back at me. “What’s your last name?!”

“Don’t bother him!” Nikki shouted.

“What is your last name kid?!”

“Just shut your rambling mouth would ya!” Tisiah requested.

“What is your last name?!”

I felt such a feeling of stress and disturbance that I started to feel incited, and I felt as though my ears were steaming out of frustration, and my face trembling as though I wanted to shout – because I wanted to shout, I truly wanted to. Their shouts and yelling continued to sink into my ears, and presently I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“What – is – your – last – name, Connor!!”

Yet again I shouted and crushed the table as my arms sparkled red.

Our food was obliterated, our table was broken to pieces and everybody just saw me in silence. I expected to get out at this very moment.

I got up from my seat and strolled over to the bathroom, and I went inside a stall and locked it, trying to get myself together.

I felt tears rush out of my eyes, and my breaths were quick but weighty. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I felt tired and powerless, and I felt as though I was going to separate from every one of their questions.

Mr. Drails made sure that I didn’t tell them a single thing about our relationship, but I was just so worried. I just ended up in a corner and there was no chance to get out of this.

Out of nowhere somebody thumped on the entryway, not the stall, the entryway. It was September.

“Connor?” she inquired.

“Indeed?”

“Are you alright?” she inquired.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I feel a bit stressed I presume.” “Might you at any point emerge?” she inquired. I sighed and gestured. I opened the entryway, and she took me by the hand and drove me outside.

“Is everything alright?” she inquired.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a bit tired.” September laughed, “I’m not imbecilic. You just said you were stressed seconds prior. Is it true or not that you are certain you are alright? Is it true or not that you are afraid to tell us the response to something?”

“It’s nothing. Just forget it.”

“Alright,” she said. “All in all, would you say you are going to tell me what occurred back there?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Just every one of the questions that you folks were asking was making me frustrated.”

“Why?” she inquired. I sighed. “It’s something you can’t know.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, I mean, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But I don’t understand, for what reason can’t we know? Is it that you don’t want to tell us or he doesn’t?” she inquired.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t. I won’t ask you additional inquiries,” she said. “We’ll just leave it at that.”

“Alright,” I said.

“Furthermore, don’t stress,” she said. “We will help you.”

“Thank you,” I said.