Chapter Ninety-Two (92)

"What is it" The man asked when he noticed her sudden change in attitude

"Nothing sir, it's just that I couldn't really find anyone of that name, I did find a James Buchanan though but he died like 70 years ago or something" She lied to save her life as she waited for the authorities to arrive.

"Oh… that's weird then" The man said then ripped his left sleeve off revealing the metal arm beneath it and seconds after, he opened the bag and started assembling the contents

Meanwhile the woman seeing his actions, immediately got down and hid under the counter after pressing the button provided to her for situations like this. As soon as the alarms went off, everyone ran for safety with the hotel's staff trying their best to both contain their fear and direct the people to safety as it was their duty. Several minutes later, the entire hall was clear and the man was nowhere to be seen but the bag and torn sleeve remained.

The police came in and searched only to find nothing, there was no traces of the man anywhere and no one knew what he had been assembling. After several minutes of searching even with the best technology could offer, they couldn't find him anywhere in the building so after some hours, they declared the place safe and people returned to their duties… at least those courageous enough.

As for the man, he had slipped out with the others who were running for their lives. It seemed that this mission was going to be way more difficult than he thought. For over 70 years, he has always gotten the job done without much trouble and without anyone even knowing that he existed but now he couldn't even get into a hotel properly using the fake identity he was given. He knew next to nothing about this city for the rich and thus needed to gather as much information as possible but that seems impossible now since any actions of his could draw unwanted attention.

"Hey… what your name" a voice called out from behind him and instantly the man became incredibly alert and ready for combat as he pulled out a small knife from his jacket and got ready to strike should the people calling be against him.

"Hey, you I'm talking to you… didn't you hear me" the voice called out again as the owner of the voice reached out to touch the man only for the man to grab it and try to flip him over his shoulder… well the key word was tried as the mysterious owner of the voice easily stood his ground and clearly without much trouble.

"Come over to East street, I've got him… Please put your hands behind your head and get on your knees, resisting would only result in your pain" The person said as he miraculously produced a gun from nowhere

Seeing this James knew that his cover, identity and everything had already been discovered and while he normally didn't feel anything during his missions, he could now tell why the Supreme one wanted to make this Kingdom fall. While looking at the man, James racked his brain for any possible weak points he could find but no matter what idea he came up with, his instincts told him that they wouldn't work especially since he had no idea what sort of gun the man was holding.

"How did you find me?" James asked trying to distract the man in order to enact his little plan

"Nice try" The man said then produced his handcuffs which looked heavy but the man was still holding it with one hand, seeing this James already knew what sort of man he was dealing with