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After the appointed meeting at the rest house they made their way to the 2nd Precinct. They did their cover up job in the afternoon and later in the evening; they were led to the black market in disguise by Jean.
They were all in their casual clothes. Frost in his usual sleeveless turtle neck and pants, Jean in his usual attire; tank top, shirt and baggy pants while Lynn has her
Chapter 12
The search was unfortunately fruitless. Other than another few more traps, nothing unusual was found. They stepped out of the abandoned farm house and walk towards their air vehicle. When they are already up in the air, ready to leave, Clara looked back again and she realized something then she had not realized before, “Hey Dean, wait.”
“Huh? What’s up?” he asked.
“Isn’t it odd that a farm house appear out of nowhere in the middle of the damp field?” said Clara voicing out her thought. It was like a light enlightening a dark room, Dean felt the same too. He replied, “Well if you don’t say it, I wouldn’t have thought of it. Wanna do some research at the nearby village?”
“Sure.” So there they went, heading off to the nearby village to find things out.
They went to a farming village about 5 miles away from the farm house. Deciding that they might need to stay overnight, they rent a room in one of the motels. The motel is not a big one; a double storey with five rooms to be rented out. There were not many occupants in the hotel. Only two rooms including theirs were rented out. During dinner, they went down to have the dinner provided. There, they spoke to the owner of the motel, Mr.Afrentico.
“Well what brings you here to our small village?” asked Mr. Afrentico as their conversation led from ‘How is the dinner?’ to their journey.
“We’re actually touring around in search of crops wholesaler. We wanted a credible crops wholesaler to provide crops for our company’s usage,’ answered Dean.
“Oh I see. Well, perhaps you came at the wrong time. Winter is coming soon; our villagers are saving our crops during these cold days you see. The extra crops are already sold out to the farmer’s regular customer,” said the owner.
“Oh that would be a great disappointment. We received the same answer from the other few farming village we visited. By the way, we saw a farm house about 5 miles away. It looks like a warehouse to me. Do they store the crops there?” asked Clara trying to accomplish their purpose.
“Oh that farm house. It has been there for some time already. There are a few buyers who are interested but the owner; our respected Elder would not sell it,” explained Mr. Afrentico. The owner’s explanation stirred up both Dean and Clara’s interest.
He then continued, “I really don’t understand that old man, he is respected by our people for his wisdom, but his stubbornness in this issue really made us think that he is really getting old. He’s already 93 this year and yet, he still wants to hog that land and the house. It’s not like as if he has someone to leave it for.”
“It would be a nice place to keep the crops if we are getting our supplies here in the future, wouldn’t it Dean?” asked Clara hinting to Dean.
“I bet it would but it seems like the owner wouldn’t be interested in selling it to us. And I thought that I won’t have to keep the Sale and Purchase agreement and commission anymore,” said Dean playing along.
“Commission you say?” asked Mt. Afrentico.
“Well, yes. We’re giving commission to the middle person who’s going to help us on getting the crops and also the warehouse to store the crops,” she answered.
“Well, I can always bring you to the Elder and discuss about it. There’s no certainty in this world,” the owner said enthusiastically upon hearing the word ‘commission’.
“That would be great,” said Dean. Both of them laughed inwardly on their successful play.
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After the appointed meeting at the rest house they made their way to the 2nd Precinct. They did their cover up job in the afternoon and later in the evening; they were led to the black market in disguise by Jean.
They were all in their casual clothes. Frost in his usual sleeveless turtle neck, pants and a black knee-length overcoat, Jean in his usual attire; tank top, black pea coat and baggy pants while Lynn has her vintage coat over her white buttoned-up shirt and black pants.
They were walking down the street of the black market; a trading place underground. It amazes Lynn that beneath a normal gambling centre hides a street-long black market. It resembles the streets they have on the surface; just that it is lit with lamp post 24 hours every day. She realized how much of the world she has not seen.
“We’re here. Keep your identity to yourself. They don’t welcome Guardians,” said Jean as he stopped not far away from a colorful lit shop or more of a building. This three storey brightly lit shop was built with an oriental style with big wooden door at the main entrance and wooden sliding window. They moved towards the building.
“We should be able to get info on the spare parts of the crashed air engine. It’s a brothel by the way.” Girls in skimpy clothes are practically seducing every single man passing by the main entrance; the two good-looking companions of Lynn was not spared. As both of them stooped right in front of the shops, a mob of girls start circulating both men shoving the girl aside.
“What’s a spare part of an air engine got to do with a brothel?” asked Lynn slightly amused by the stoic face of her two companions even with sexy chicks surrounding them as she stood by the side.
“Stop touching me!” yelled Jean in unison with a growl of “Stop touching me,” from Frost. Their fury caused the girls to step back and resumed to spread their seduction to other passer-by.
“You can choose not to come in with us,” said Frost to Lynn.
“It’s okay. I’ll come with both of you, it makes it more obvious that at you’re not here for their service,” said Lynn trying very hard to not laugh out at the previous commotion.
As they stepped in the brothel, the population not only contain male customer and female service provider; but also, female customer and male service provider. The service providers are all dressed in a manner that if they walk out to the street as the way they are, they will definitely be the centre of attraction. It is either they are dressed in a single layer yukata or a high-split and low-cut at the above cheongsam. Deep inside Lynn’s thought how much she resented these people who dare to misuse such elegant clothing.
When they reached the counter, Jean asked for a person by the name of Big Berdema (means jumble in Greek) as he slipped a few notes (as in money) down the receptionist’s hand. The receptionist gave the direction and room number with a big smile hanging on her face.
As they walked along the narrow walkway between rooms, they constantly got bang by ‘blind’ couples, drunken people and lonely service provider. When they reached the room they were searching for, they slid open the room door, they saw a half naked women and a fully dressed man in a very compromising position on the tatami mat. In the next second, a high-pitch cry was heard followed by the sliding of the door, then another yell from a man and lastly, laughter broke out of the said room.
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Lynn stood outside the door blushing her cheeks away to no end; embarrassed with what she had done just now. When the sliding door was opened revealing the very ‘wrong’ scene, she ‘for goodness sake’ yelled and shut the door. In return, the door slammed on Jean’s hand and then he yelled. Since the scenario was so funny to the occupant of the room (actually it was the reaction of Lynn’s), they laughed out loud. Therefore, she was asked to stay outside the room since the occupant refuse to reduce their proximity which would only cause more awkwardness to grow.
As she was busy looking down on her foot to avoid dirty glances, she heard a familiar voice along the walkway. She lifted her head up and looked around. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a very familiar man and he was turning away at the corner. She suspected that the man was the one of the kidnappers that attacked her. Without further hesitation, she bolted to the corridor where the man disappeared.
-TBC-
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“Yeah, some shit energy repulsed my power and it bounced back on me,” replied Dean as he wiped the trickle a blood from the corner of his mouth and continued, “See, I told you that…” he paused all of the sudden when he averted his gaze from Clara to the part of the crater where Clara was staring in disbelief.
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