Spy Mage System

239 A Devestating Trick

“Perfect,” I muttered, feeling my heart expand like a balloon ready to pop in my chest. “September, lean towards that boat.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Lean towards it.”

“Connor, you would never be this risky. Usually, September does all this stuff,” Malachi said. “I’m not sure–”

“Lean towards the boat, September. Please,” I said, ignoring all their complaints. But they were right. This is unlike me, but in this matter, sometimes you have to take action.

And that’s what I’m doing.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” September asked once again, now making me feel unsure myself.

“I don’t know, it’s worth a try though,” I said. “It’s worth a try.”

“Well this try may cost us our lives,” Malachi said, looking at me. “You better hope this is a good idea.”

.....

I didn’t know what to say, but mostly because of the fact I knew it wasn’t a good idea. We could wait for the YMPA fleet to start attacking the convoy, but that would take ages.

They would’ve already escaped by then.

We needed to buy time, and make some real damage happen. I wanted to get near them so we could get a better shot.

I’m not sure what’s so risky about that.

But then, one–in fact–two of them began to take formation closer to us. I’m pretty sure they didn’t know our plan, because they were basically skipping to the door of death.

“Shoot at them!” I shouted to Nikki, in which, projectiles of bolts and fire began to pour out.

They soared through the air, and created explosions not of the boats, but of the water. They fired back, their bolts barely missing our ship, but instead joining the others in the sea.

“September, move a bit closer. Nikki, shoot directly at the closest one,” Malachi suddenly ordered. I chuckled. “Look at the one taking control now.”

“Trust me, I have more experience,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure not on this scale though,” I added. He shook his head. “We’re spy mages, and these happen all the time. Yet we’re scared with every single mission. The possibility of dying. Fear never goes away.”

“Yet you keep doing it.”

“As I said, we’re spy mages.”

We exchanged projectiles between one another, as we continued to circle the enemy ships. I watched as they began to take aim at us, and before I knew it, I saw the enemy ships begin to move towards us. “Tisiah and Nikki, do your magic!” Malachi shouted. Soon enough, bolts flew in the enemy ship’s direction, only to be shot down and blown apart. The enemy ship was beginning to gain speed, but I knew it was too late.

“Now!” I shouted, and I was starting to feel nervous. “September, lean towards the closest enemy ship!”

“Are you sure?” she asked, but I could tell she was preparing to do so.

“Yes, now!” Malachi shouted. “Unless they’re gonna blow us up to pieces. And no one wants that do they?” After a hard jerk to the left, we were in close quarters of the opponent ship. I was holding my breath, knowing we were close to getting shot to pieces. But then, before I knew it, a large plume of fire came into the air, and the enemy ship began to sink.

The force of the fire shook the area, and our boat spasmed like an electrical cord. I felt my legs move in different directions, but I still held my ground.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, and she let go of the steering wheel.

“Nice work, September!” Malachi said, as we both looked at the sinking enemy ship.

“I did it, huh?” September said, and she began to laugh. “I did it.”

“You did,” I said, and I smiled, but it was short lived. But not because of ships, fortunately, but more of what was said on the radio. Static first introduced itself before passing the mike to the actual speaker. “Guys, we heard some very bad news.”

“What?” we all asked in unison, which was not that surprising.

“Matthew Lock and Luthor Bane were never in the convoy. They went on the other big ship. It seemed like they knew what our plan was. They escaped.”

I don’t know what to say. I mean, I can say I knew it, but that would be a lie. I didn’t even think about it. My heart dropped, and my hopes sunk into the deep abyss. How…how does that happen? How did they escape from us that easily?

I just thought they were in the convoy, but they weren’t. They tricked us, and now they were on their way to Saudi Arabia. We failed, and we failed badly. “We’re returning back to the YMPA,” the man said, and I nodded at his word.

“But, you know what? I’m glad you guys didn’t die. I’m really happy about that,” he continued, and I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“Yeah, well…we didn’t want to die either,” I said, with a hint of sarcasm. “I don’t know why you were worried about us anyway.”

“Well, after all, you were in the thick of it,” he said, and he cut off from the radio. I sighed, and closed my eyes. We lost. And now, we had to wait for the YMPA fleet to arrive. That took time, but that also meant Matthew Lock and Luthor Bane would get further away. “I’ve never felt so energized in my life,” I heard someone say.

Tisiah was there in front of us, walking slowly and taking a big sigh. “That was pretty fun, not gonna lie.”

“It was,” I replied, and I started to laugh.

“It was so much fun, I almost died, though. Almost.” He laughed as well. September got out of the cockpit and approached us, which now put us in a format of a circle. “We’re gonna keep trying guys, we are gonna keep trying to get them. We won’t give up. I promise you that.”

“We will try,” I said, and I hoped we could actually pull this one off. “But my goodness, I am baked.” Malachi chuckled and patted me on the back before leaning down to glance at me, and I could see his eyes twinkling.

“I’m gonna go check out the damage to the ship,” Tisiah said, and I watched as he walked away.

***

“Wow…” Mr. Drails muttered. We were in the briefing room, to which he heard about what happened. But what he heard was nothing compared to what I saw. “That’s what I call a failure.”

“Failure?” I questioned, and I sat back in my seat. He returned with an aggressive nod. “Yes, failure. You guys didn’t even notice the trick. Everyone went for the convoy, but yet not the other ship.” He turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his stare. But I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew how good he was, and I knew how powerful he was. I just wanted to get this over with. “You should have done your job right, and you didn’t.”

“I know, sir,” Malachi replied, and I felt my hands ball up. “So, what do we do now?”

“Find who he’s dealing with in Saudi Arabia, what his plan is. Maybe something can happen, and we finally fix this ugly mess you guys refused to clean,” he said, leaning back hard in his chair. He stared me down, and it was as if I was a little kid that was being scolded for breaking a plate or something of the sort. “What did your team say?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused about his attempt.

“You heard me,” Mr. Drails said. “What did they say? They gave up, didn’t they? They were too afraid to even follow through with their job.”

“They sped towards the convoy to try to find them in time. If they came, more risk would be involved for some magic trick,” September said. “With all due respect, no one knew their plan. They beat us.”

“I know, but I refuse to believe it was because of their pathetic wits,” Mr. Drails hissed back, with a harsh tone that brought out all the base in his voice. He then looked away from us and sighed heavily. “This is getting out of hand, and I want you all to remember that.”

“Yes sir,” Malachi replied. “We’ll deal with it, trust us.”

“I did, and I still am. Don’t mess this up the second time,” Mr. Drails said, before he gestured for us to leave immediately. We stood up from our seats and walked out of the room, and I felt a heavy pressure on my back. I turned to see Mr. Drails glaring at me with such disappointment that it made me shiver with fear.

I couldn’t mess up again, not again. That would be catastrophic, for the entire country.

“It’s going to be a long day,” I said to myself, and I could hear the others grunt as they walked behind me. “Now, what do we do?” Nikki asked. “Who knows what Matthew Lock might be doing right now.”

“He might be on the other side of the world by now. It’s possible,” I said, and I looked at them all. “He’s probably on some airplane, heading for Saudi Arabia for some random…oh.”

“What.”

“He has the virus, doesn’t he?” I asked them, in which they nodded. “Meaning he’s probably giving or selling it to someone.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, and I felt a headache coming on. “But, I bet he’s got a buyer already.” Malachi sighed. “Is there any sort of enemy organization from Saudi Arabia, by any chance?”

“Not that I know of,” September responded. “Saudi Arabia isn’t really involved in our spy mage nonsense.” I sighed, feeling the weirdness of the whole situation.

“What do you mean?”

“They don’t really have a spy mage culture. It’s more of a desert people thing. No offense, but they aren’t the most creative people. They are known to be a lot more violent, and they have more of a warrior-like culture,” September explained.

“Well, dang…” I muttered. Hopefully that wasn’t anything too offensive. I think they’re creative. I mean, they have a lot of art.

“I’m sure they don’t have the same type of culture as we do.”

“Maybe, but we’re not exactly the same, either. What do you think we should do?”

“What do I think?” September said, and I sighed. “I don’t know. But I’m not sure what to do now. It feels like the world is on fire, and it’s getting worse.”