Spy Mage System

243 Fulton’s Plan

“Wow, this place is huge,” Greg said, with his eyes focused on the gigantic building, and his pupils sparkled. He pointed at the structure, his hands on his sides, his eyes wide open. “It’s like a gigantic factory or something.”

“It’s actually multiple buildings put together,” Fulton said, pointing at the giant towers above us. “Each one has a different purpose, which would be too many to count, just to spare you the details.”

Greg didn’t seem to listen, or he did, but he was too amazed to look away from the building. The car parked at the gate of the entrance, which Fulton took no time in getting out.

I quickly rushed after him, with Greg right behind me. All the bodyguards in the car did the same, and stayed within close quarters with us.

We walked towards the gate, and it opened once the camera laid eyes on Fulton.

After that, the bodyguards slowly began to disperse like fluttering feathers, and soon enough, it was only us three.

We went into the main lobby of the building. The ceiling was made of glass, and there was white marbled floor. There were loads of people roaming the floor, and there was the front desk with a woman behind it. She was wearing a blue suit with a bowtie, and she had her brown hair in a ponytail.

We approached her, to which Fulton said, “These two come with me.”

“Alright,” she said, before handing him this white and green card. We walked over to the elevator, which the walls were wooden, and olden as if they were from two hundred years ago.

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After lifting up to the 30th floor, the door opened, and there was a hall with doors by the side, each for different things.

There were a few people in the hall, and they were all wearing these black suits with ties in various colors.

“Is this like a uniform or something?” Greg asked, looking at one man with partially white hair.

“Not exactly, but they are required to wear a suit,” Fulton responded. “It’s meant to show class in what we do.”

“Clearly, now let’s hurry up and get there,” I said.

After we went forward, there was an intersection which was left and right, or turn back. Fulton led us to the right, in which came across a door that had a doorknob with a code.

There was a slot for the card, in which he pushed it in. The door unlocked, and we were led to his office. It was quite nice, like a luxury apartment: a couch, a table, and a small kitchenette with a fridge. It was filled with plants, some of which were colorful and others were white and green. There was a brown desk with a chair behind it. There was a TV hanging at the corner beside him.

Once we entered, the door closed, and we heard a lock click.

Fulton took off his coat, revealing a white shirt underneath it. “Alright, take a seat please,” Fulton said, as he sat behind his desk. “Now, remember when I said to do nothing, a few minutes ago I believe? You guys looked so disappointed.”

“Still am,” I muttered.

“I know, I know, but you have to understand that I didn’t want to tell you in the first place. But I did, and I hope you believe me now. Because this leads to our next half of why we do nothing. You see, I found pretty surprising information in a way. You know the trick Greg did to spy on Mr. Drails?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“I gave him that idea. Well, not an idea. But I gave him the tool. What Greg recorded everyday, I listened to. Whether in my office, or in the car, or in the bathroom. Everywhere, I was gathering information. And I found out that Mr. Drails was trying to make friends with the SAF and the BMO. So I decided to tell you about it.”

“Mhm.”

“Now, you may be wondering, why is he doing it? What’s the point? What do they offer other than being allies? That could be it, but that’s not like Mr. Drails. He wants something from them. And it’s simple. He wants them to improve their creation,” Fulton said. “It makes sense. The Xeno is what the BMO made. Now he’s using it as bait against them to join his team. And SAF created a weapon that basically, create more people.”

“A cloning machine?” I asked, my eyes widened in shock, and my hands trembling in suspense.

“Exactly. They call it the NCR-8. Now, that’s the second reason why we do nothing. We don’t do anything because we can’t stop him. We can’t stop him, because we have to keep this a secret,” Fulton said. “We’ll watch how he advances with his plan, and once we do, we can intersect him.”

I nodded, “That ain’t a bad idea, now thinking about it. But what if we’re wrong?”

“What if we are?” Greg asked.

“Well, then we would be screwed,” Fulton answered bluntly, which he shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t say we would be screwed. We would be dead. And that would be the end of it.”

I turned to Greg, “So, what are we gonna do?”

“Do what we keep doing, but don’t make it obvious to anyone. Especially Mr. Drails. He notices, we’ll be screwed—”

“Dead,” Fulton corrected.

“Whatever, he’ll notice and he’ll try to kill us. I’m serious. He’ll come after us like he’s the Hulk, and I mean that literally. I’ve seen it, and I’ve read about it, and he doesn’t stop until he kills you,” Greg said, his hands gripping the chair, and his eyes wide open.

“I think you’re reading too many comic books Greg,” I said to him, patting his back.

“Nah,” he said, “I’m serious.”

“Alright, whatever. If you really think it’ll happen, then it will. Just be careful, alright? I don’t want you to die.”

“Me either,” he said, looking at me with his dark blue eyes, his mouth in a straight line. I could feel the fear already creeping inside of me, and the danger of this plan was beginning to take notice.

Fulton sighed, “I don’t want you to worry about this. I will be here with you, and I will keep you safe. Trust me. Now, I think this meeting is done. I’ll have my guys escort you out, and make sure that you won’t get hurt.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” I said, getting up.

We left the room, with the three bodyguards leading us like sheep back into the elevator. “You know my biggest worry,” I asked Greg. “What Mr. Drails is actually trying to defeat the MSTO, and we’re just seeing how he’s doing it?”

“I know, I know. I think I figured it out, but I’m not sure,” he replied, his voice cracking.

“Well, we should figure it out soon, right? Like, before it’s too late.”

“Right,” Greg said, nodding his head. “I never thought I’d be a son of a traitor.”

“With you there,” I said to him, patting his back once again, which this time he noticed.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice still cracking.

The elevator opened, and we walked out. The hallways were long, and there were a few people walking around. “What would you do if you figured out that Mr. Drails actually had sinister plans?” Greg asked me, which was actually a very good question.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I don’t think I would be able to do much, but I’ll have to see. It depends on what he has planned.” Greg nodded. “I mean if you’re planning for enemy corporations to improve their own weapons, I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if Mr. Drails was secretly a TSA spy, and he just pretended to be your father. He was the new CEO of the YMPA, so it would make sense.”

“Heh, that would be ironic.”

“Yeah, but it’s possible.”

“True. So, what do we do now?” Greg asked, and I knew what he was getting at.

“We wait,” I said. “We wait for him to try to attack us, or to do something, or to make a move. Most likely make a move because he wouldn’t know that we know his secret. As Fulton said. Wait.”

Greg sighed, “That’s all we can do right now, I guess. It’s not fun, but we can’t do anything else.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “That’s the only thing we can do.”

Greg nodded. “It’s all that we can do, and we’ll just have to see what happens. We’ll have to see if it was worth it to get information on Mr. Drails.”

I looked down at the ground, “Yeah, it was worth it. I was worried that we’d be caught, but it worked. We got the information.”

“It did,” Greg agreed, “but it’s going to be a while until we find out how to stop him.”