Destiny Sorrow by Rod Galves (interesting books to read txt) 📗

into their conversation:

“What should that mean?” Asked Simeth offended. “Do you know what happened to me? Chaotic people have peaceful lives in CCCs, but Chaos Agents must be stopped!”

“Have you ever been in a CCC?” Asked Sorom. “Because Garreth here can tell you that they are not at all peaceful.”

“What is your problem?” Asked Simeht. “I'm not going to stand here and listen to this nonsense! I've had to come to this damn dance while I'm supposed to be looking for my daughter!”

Simeht turned around and left the other men. Dunna showed a yellow smile and followed her boss.

“Why did you do that?” Garreth asked.

“These guardians annoy me. They think they're so special while the chaotic suffer. Just because the word on their arm says order.”

“But is it smart to get into a fight with the leader of the Guardians of the Order, especially when no one knows your real identity?”

Sorom snorted.

“Things are going to change today. What about the Pharaoh? I guess you couldn't get me to talk to him.”

“No way. He's probably just going to show up to say hi from afar and walk away. He prefers private parties.”

A spark awakened in Sorom's brain.

“What do you mean by that?”

“He has a special room in the Heart. No one is welcome in the entire hallway and he tries to be discreet, but everyone knows he's going to meet someone there.

“Who?” asked Sorom.

Garreth shrugged.

“Do you know where this room is?” Continued Sorom interested.

“No. He makes security redoubled when he goes there. That's why no one but the guards knows exactly where it is.

Sorom's mind was burning thinking of plans when his communicator whistled. He went to a more discreet location and answered.

“Chief, we have a problem.” Said Dijo's voice.

“What is it?”

“Norna just picked up the package. The others are already at the meeting point, but far from having enough material for entry.” Dijo said without being clear for fear that the transmission is being intercepted.

“What about the opening?”

“Willys is ready, but as soon as he triggers, there will be no turning back. I told Norna we'd give you 20 minutes, but we don't even know if we can wait that long. We hid it under a trash can, but I think someone's going to suspect it soon.”

“Follow this schedule and enter the Heart immediately. I need you here. I've already got the tablet. Simeht didn't even notice.”

“How are we going to do that?” Asked Dijo. “The Heart has three times as many guards as the rest of the city. And we're carrying your precious gun and a backpack full of special orders.”

“It's not my problem, you're the super hacker, but don't blow anything up before the attack starts.”

He hung up the communicator and Garreth approached.

“That face of yours,” the politician said, “it seems that something is going wrong.”

“I admit it could be going better.”

“Are you going to stay here at the dance for a while?” Asked Garreth.

Sorom looked worried at his communicator and then back to Garreth.

“Twenty minutes,” Sorom replied. “At most.”

Garreth reached out to Sorom and looked at him earnestly.

“So, can we enjoy it a little bit?

Sorom faltered, but then agreed with his head and took Garreth's arm.

As Sorom tried to enjoy his final minutes at the ball, Willys and Dijo ran to the Heart.

“This is going to go very wrong!” Cried Willys. “How are we going to do this without making a sound?”

“Well, they didn't scan Sorom's fate after they saw it had a name on the list. Maybe I can find out some names and we'll go in with them.”

“And how are we going to do with the huge bag of explosives?” Asked Willys. But Dijo didn't have an answer.

At this point, Willys looked at a delivery truck, parked in front of a house.

“What if we used that?” Asked Willys.

Dijo looked confused and Willys told his plan.

“You find a way to tell us that we have to deliver an order to the Heart. We put our stuff in a box and we go in.”

“You are a genius!”

Dijo kissed his companion's forehead and the two went to the truck, where a jolly delivery man whistled. The hackerpulled out a stun gun and hit the man, who passed out on the spot. Soon Willys was in the driver's seat, with the delivery man thrown through the boxes.

“I need some time to create a false delivery,” Dijo said, “but you can drive to the Heart.”

“You don't need time, no,” Willys replied.

Dijo looked confused and Willys showed the tablet with delivery information. One of them destined for an inhabitant of the Heart.

“Willys, you’re the MVP of this mission!”

The man smiled confidently as he drove to the Heart, while Dijo emptied one of the boxes and put their armaments on.

“How long do we have?” Asked Willys.

“Fourteen minutes, but there's no way Norna can get there in time.”

“If they find the bomb, it won't make any difference and we have no way of knowing if it's safe.”

Dijo took a deep breath and again started tinkering with his tablet.

“I will concentrate in put ourselves inside the Heart. Then I think about the rest.”

After taking two laps, Willys found an entrance that seemed ideal to make the delivery. He stopped the car next to two Royal Guards and opened the window, wearing the delivery man's hat.

“Good evening,” said Willys. “We have a delivery to make in the Heart.”

The guard scanned the tablet andconfirmed it.

“All right, you can leave the package here.”

The tension in Dijo and Willys grew exponentially.

“No, no,” Willys said, trying to think of an excuse. “We need to deliver the order in person.”

“Why is that?” Asked the guard.

Willys turned to Dijo waiting for an answer.

“Because... the customer asked! It's a very intimate and important object and he asked us to deliver it personally.”

“Do you have a document of this?” The voice coming out of the Royal Guard's blue helmet increasingly frightened the chaotic duo.

“Do we have a document?” Asked Dijo. “Of course, we have a document. I'll show you a document.”

Dijo began to