CHAPTER 11 — Client from Trams : Part 2 — The letter from the capital

He is sprinting at a fast pace, face seems to be tense. The guy is out pasting the sandy landscapes surrounded by few mountains. They are far, but he can see a clear glimpse of those jebels uprising from the dusty grounds.

He is heading North. While, the gusts of blowing wind makes the journey a bit harder. "First that guy from Trams and now this, what the hell is going on… "

The realm is beautifully decorated and citizens are excited about the upcoming event that is about to happen after 2 days. Whole Quisalia is decorated with shimmering lights. Though, currently off due to the daytime. The streets were crowded by the people, the shops and all running super busy. As the event is about to come everyone want to do a lot of shopping for the event.

"Are you ready? " The guy hid himself inside a blue curtain, its hard to recognize him as his face and body is entirely masked by that curtain. He eyed to the other one. Both were standing at the top of mountain, down which Quisalia's whole view is easy to capture.

"Yes, but how we suppose to supplant it? " For few moments he keep staring at the other, he also like other.  Had blue curtain muffled over his body.

"Don't worry. I had a plan. All you have to do is follow the plan" Twitching left, he sneak out an opaque black folder, it is clearly visible. After Unlatching the small circular hook and loop closure, he slacks out an electric socket. The socket is 5 inches in length and have an identical width. "Take this" He commands rendering the cantaloupe socket to him. "Now, go to the old shop, you will find it behind the residential area. North to the Shichidia mall"

"Ok! But why to go there, It's risky. " procuring the socket. He strangely gazes at it, keeling it side by side to get a more precise understanding about what it really is.

"There's no other way to replace it, you have to go. That's our only chance"

"Ok! So I have to go, find the socket supplant it with this one and then came back? "

Signify he with a gentle nod, the other person sprints in towards the Kingdom, he lost from the sight.

The other man who gave him the socket, abreast to observe the surrounding in order to check whether he is alone or being watched by someone. But he won't find any detectable presence,  not a mere sign that will raise his suspicion or doubt "Perfect. Now Quisalia will suffer" He remove curtain cloth from his face. His appearance is now concluding, visible to them. Vindictive grin vent on the face.

"I won't believe it" Screams the lad, reclined himself inside the rolling desk chair. He did appear a bit more furious. The view he just witnessed is a indicative proof of what his client is saying. He is indeed the minister of the Nyama.

"I told you. The guy as he said altered the socket. And on the function day, M—m you know well what happened. I don't think I need to explain you further"

Azin and his pals had literally watch the whole scene of the planning and at last the exposure of the minister's face, that was unexpected. Surely enough to caught them inside the dilemma.

"Alright. We will help you" He hand over that dirty aluminum plate to the suited guy who claims to be from Trams.

Azin hoists from the chair, eyeing others to join the task.  They also ready for some action and this was the chance to earn a huge sum, as the guy said they are in the business of oil and estates which means they had to be rich and if that's the case they surely get a good handsome of money and gold to survive. They approach their boss.

"Why you don't want to see further" Client appealed, his head twitched. Staring in a questionable wonder.

"No need. Now then we know, it's obvious. The guy who ordered and gave the socket was the minister. The rest of the events won't matter. Now all we need to do is to beat those guys and save your city" He glared, he is furious after all the event that had ruin the life of Sir Jones is now come out as a scheme plotted by a lowly minister suppose to be the allies of their kingdom..

"Now you talk like real Phantom Accolades" This brings a beaming smile on the Tram guy's face. He know he can count on them. After all, he has Azin and his renowned squad who are praised by many for their work. He is sure this time he and the people of Trams will be the one who laughs and the goons will be the ones who cries begging for their lowly life.

"Hey—Huffhuff  Azin" Before they can leave their resident, a guy enters in. He is heaving badly, his hairs were long and wavy, textured.

"Symon, you looks exhausted. Aren't you coming from a 100 meter marathon" He jovially asked. As others are laughing like he cracked some kind of joke even the guy from Trams fail to hold his laughter.

"No I am not huh—huh—huh" His is still gasping, grimacing the guy who is mocking that too in front of a far land customer. "A letter had arrived, it was send by the capital. They want to discuss something with you and for your kind information I am not doing a marathon" He barked in, his resent is on the peak but he spared knowing well this wasn't the right time to argue.

'A letter from the capital' The smile suddenly fades, completely cloaks inside a thoughtful boldness.

'Do they knew about the involvement of Nyama in the massacre' He gaze a vague look at the envelope, the marathon guy had clasped. Also baffled about the chain of changing gestures that were going on at his face. More like a nuance kid capricious the T. V. channels.

"Hey! Are you here or lost already in fantasizing the capital? " He waves the hand in front of the eyes, they were open but not present in the ongoing moment.

With a Bob he resurgence back to his current instincts. "Yeah! I am here. But what did the capital covet?" Eyeballs lurched at the boy who is yet gasping. 

"I dun no. Apparently something important. Otherwise, I don't see any possibility they do care to send the latter demanding your summons"

"Azin, boss. If you don't forget we promised the Trams guy to solve his problem. Also chowing on the hefty amount though"  

"What?" Tram guy suspiciously blaze at him he doubt he do speaks something ill.

"Nothing sir, I was just chowing the help" The sentence is slipped out of him, even he don't know what it means it just a slip of tongue. But if won't corrected it might nosh some Billy club appetite on their asses.

Jason rushes in, blocking the narrow lane of gap between the two, "Sir, he is a fool. He don't know what he says, most of the times his talks are absolutely senseless"

"Jason what the hell are you blabbering  I am not senseless—" Before he ruins much Gavin and others gags his chops by their own hands.

And here The scabbard brownie boy endeavors to compensate the situation, accords a clumsy smile. "Haha—Sir I think we have to focus on the mission"

"Yeah! I think we have to, you are right. You are absolutely right young man"   Said he, also patted on his back as sign of encouragement.

Azin on the other hand regarding the situation bemuse about what to do, as the capitals had summoned him. He has to go. But if he goes he can't go off to Trams. Which means, his six greenhorns will be on their own. But as the guy said there are 100 goons they have to deal with. 'It won't be a problem' He gulped his throat, glinting at his students who are busy handling the mess that Trent was about to create.

"Alright then, hey! Problems" With a benign smile, he eyed them and when he did the guy spotted the foul gazes emerging from their eyes similar to those unexpressed zombie pals who always be ready to chow on human flesh.

"Sorry! I mean we are separating" He said with rather a bold tone. Still focused on them.

Where he spectates. Trent hops off, he push back all the hands holding his mouth. He itched badly to speak. The others simply jostled rear, fortunately won't fall.

"Separating. We are team right, and we always do it together so why separate now? "

"I am not talking about separating you, you six will be on the mission and help this guy to free Trams from the anarchic goons. " Hands slip inside the pocket the guy now looks more relaxed than earlier. "The problem is I can't come, as I have to go to the capital. But I think you will be fine. After all, you are mature people I don't prospect the goons can be a trouble. So"

"Who said we need you. We grind them, you will witness it soon with your own eyes. Boss" Assuring the faith, the brown jacket lad sounds more confidential. Azin do expect to see the same excitement in others. Money is the thing that they are seeking and if beating some ordinary goons can proffer it.  Why should they deny.