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PHASE 11 . SANDSTORMS
The eyes of a young man opened wide. He grimaced for a moment, feeling the pain all over his body after returning
saving the life of the same person. His palm was palpated around with his brain slowly embracing consciousness again.
Adnan was slightly jolted to feel his body now lying in a walking iron vehicle.
His eyes were dimly directed at a girl who was chatting with someone who was the driver of the vehicle. A split second later, he got up slowly and still looked at the girl he knew.
“Megan,” call it hoarse.
Megan—the girl that Adnan knew—godly and approached the young man who was still enduring his pain.
“How, Captain?” tanyanya.
“You're aware?” sahut the driver.
Adnan frowned and agilely stared at the source of the voice he had just heard. “Erick?” tanyanya doubt.
The young man who was still holding the wheel chuckled. “Why did your radar disappear, Stupid!” the babble is a little upset.
“The iron shell belonging to the Eastern Alliance has already started operating, and stupidly, I only know about it now,” said
Erick, “and you .. What's up with the soldiers? Why I only found you and ... Megan?”
Adnan looked at Megan for a moment. “You know him?” tanyakanya.
“We just met,” timpal Erick lightly.
“You're here to save us?” Megan asked. His forehead pucker for a moment.
“My goal is actually just to save Adnan. But because he is with you, yes already,” replied the brown-spirited youth.
Erick looked at the windshield of the car where the grimacing Adnan was holding back his pain was clearly plastered there. “You are too eager to save others, Adnan. Your lover did not meet, but you were instead hit by a stone throw from your own alliance,” his hiss.
“Your body hit something earlier. Once you get to the base, let the doctor check you out! It's possible that your backbone might crack again like back then!” exclaim Erick then.
Megan glares. “You've had accidents before, Captain?” tanyanya—again with anxious mimic. “What
your plane ever crashed?”
Erick again chuckled at Megan's words. The girl doesn't seem to know anything about Adnan. Hose
seconds later, he refocused on the steering wheel and brought the iron vehicle back to base.
***
“Dad!”
Erick deftly walked into one of the study rooms and faced the person he called just now. Netramasic
looking straight at the man in front of him.
“Do you not know the rules at all?!” The man who was unraveling the same as the young man swiftly turned off the monitor
which he has been looking at since. “My position here is your commander, not your father,” he said.
“The commander in charge of this base is only Dad. And the one who asked the soldiers for duty today was Dad. So—”
“So?” cut the man off.
Saliva Erick swallowed perfectly. Hubert—his father was—maybe he's planning something right now.
“Father know if Adnan is in the troop of soldiers on duty today, ‘kan?” the scales.
Hubert was unmoved as if he did not care about his son's words. He turned the monitor back on in front of him.
“Dad also killed all the soldiers on duty, ‘kan?” look at the young man again.
“Not Dad.” Hubert started to open his mouth. “But the warrior leader killed them. He's too stupid.”
“Dad!” hardik Erick's. “But it was Dad who planned this all!”
“If you know why you still ask me, and ask the boy to participate in the task, hm?” Hubert squinted towards his own son, making Erick slightly flinch. A split second later, he screeched, and returned to face the monitor.
“You are still too stupid to carry out latent actions, Erick,” said, “and for what do you still maintain your relationship? Just trouble! Harris would rather die than have to live floating on top of this war.”
Erick jerking. “Dad,” his murmur shuddered.
I should be easily caught. Holy hooch!
Hubert glanced at his son who was still standing stiff and now acting strangely.
“Dad already know my playing tactics, ‘kan?” Erick turned to look at Hubert with an unusual look in his eyes. “Daddy just want to get rid of Adnan not to use Sarkan, ‘kan?”
Hubert swiftly threw a glance at Erick until their eyes were rubbed.
“Adnan doesn't know anything about Sarkan! So why do you keep getting rid of him?!” then the young man.
Liur Hubert broke through perfectly through his choked throat. Erick was too serious to look at him until he was carried away by the increasingly hot atmosphere in this room.
“And Professor Harris is just a researcher,” Erick said back, “ia can't use Sarkan. So is Adnan
couldn't possibly use it—”
“Do you think so?” sela Hubert's.
The brown-spirited youth flinched.
“Adnan is much more professional when compared to you who are only in the control room. Science and practice
military he is also far above your capabilities,” Hubert said. “Aren't you afraid if he takes your position for Sarkan's sake, huh?”
Erick swallowed back. He stood increasingly stiff in his position. Moreover, as Hubert began to rise from his chair and walk up to him. The man patted her on the shoulder.
“Think carefully ... for Cosmo and our alliance,” he said, “think where and to whom you side. To Adnan, or your own alliance.”
Hubert passed out of the room, leaving Erick still glued to his position. The young man was upset. Her brain
it began to be filled with various complicated things that had just entered his thinking space all of a sudden. His body fell, knelt down, and almost completely collapsed. He wailed, holding his head that felt almost broken.
“Adnan won't use Sarkan,” hisses, “ won't. Impossible.”
***
Adnan got up while holding his head which has now been bandaged. “If that was the case I would have been dead, Alan,”
he said while grunting long.
Alan—sang doctor—looked at the young man for a moment. “You are on duty today, what for?” tanyanya.
The young man with black eyes turned quickly towards Alan. He was flinching with slowly scooping eyes,
pretty long.
“Are you looking for that girl?” ask Alan to make sure.
Adnan is still flinching. The doctor nodded mafhum.
“You are on the opposing side now. You have to be careful if you want to find the girl,” Alan said. “I also don't want to prevent you from doing so, even though you almost died from looking for that girl. I don't know what you'll do after you meet him. But ... You must remember your position now, Adnan.”
“I know,” timpal Adnan.
“Then?” Alan probed, making sure that the young man nearby was not carried away by emotions.
“I just ... can't forget it,” said Adnan.
Alan was silent for a moment, then sat on the young man's bed. “Yusagi Adara, ‘kan?” examine again.
Adnan nodded.
“The information collected about him is very little. What about Erick? Has he managed to find further info about the girl?” tanyakanya.
“Entahlah. I don't know,” Adnan replied with a sigh.
“You don't want to find it yourself?” ask Alan again. This time his question was able to make the young man deftly look at him, before finally chuckling.
“You're kidding?” Adnan frowned.
Alan shook his head. “Better if you look for it alone,” he said chimed.
Adnan. “Do you think I can find Adara in this condition? The base guys and the commander are always monitoring my movements, Alan,”.
The glasses guy smiled faintly in response to it. “When you hear me say that, I don't
truly find the soul of Professor Harris in you, Adnan,”.
Adnan turned his head, looking at Alan attached to his frown that was clinging to each other instantly.
“What?” Alan also looked at the black-blasted young man with his grin clearly engraved. “I'm right, ‘kan?
Professor Harris isn't as cowardly as you,” her woe as you walk towards the door of the room.
The spectacled doctor stopped for a moment. A gust of breath shot out from his nostrils and mouth violently.
“Adnan,” call him. “Don't get yourself into trouble. There's a lot of business you have to finish
from this second. This isn't about your father. But about who and what are you here for.”
The young man who was still sitting on the bed looked at Alan's back closely. “I know,” said, “thank you for reminding.”
Alan bergeming. His legs stepped back out of the room. His mind was confused and did not want to suppress his emotions facing the young man who was very similar to the person he had known. The burrow was swallowed, soaking the esophagus for a moment. The breath again came out of his breathing hole.
“Doctor Alan?”
Someone looked at the bespectacled man with a curious look on his face. He approached Alan who was still standing
the door of the room that was closed before.
“You've checked Adnan?” asked the brown-shelled young man who had just arrived.
Alan nodded. “You yourself ... from where?” tanyakanya.
“Commander,” replied the young man. “I met him just now.”
“Not for father and son business, ‘kan?” sly Alan with his frown on each other.
Erick—young the—smile thin. “Entah,” answers. “Do you think?”
Alan grumbled for a moment. “Your father was ...” He looked straight at Erick. “He wants to get rid of Adnan and
asking you to use Sarkan, ‘kan?” next, emphasize every word in his speech just now.
Erick almost flinched. The man before him seemed to know the father's petty plan, or even himself.
Saliva was swallowed perfectly when he found out that Alan was throwing those serious and secretive eyes at him.
“You know what about Sarkan, huh?” Erick asked the question to the glasses guy.
Alan showed a thin grin. “Do I have to answer that stupid question of yours?” askalanya. “You must hone your skills even harder than Adnan if you want to control Sarkan. Clibanarii like will not be useful in the field if held by an unprofessional person.”
The bespectacled man stepped towards Erick until he managed to get past him, having previously patted the young man's shoulder steadily and said; “think carefully of your current position, Erick.”
Erick was bluffing, annoyed at everyone who treated him like that. Neither his father nor Alan, all considered the same.
His eyes looked at the door of Adnan's ward for a moment. He growled violently until he smashed his fist against a nearby wall. His brain again became confused and forced him not to enter the room.
Piqued. Deeply upset.
The young man walked back, not towards the outpatient room, but walked straight, ignoring the door of that room
it was sealed where there was a young man who had since heard the conversation of himself and the glasses doctor.
Adnan. He curled up, embracing both knees with his head that he deliberately rested there.
His eyes lit up, looking at the closed door. The smell of spruce he could still breathe perfectly even though his mind was now troubled. The figure of a person had crossed his mind, and made it even more chaotic.
“Actually ... what do you want, Dad?” muttered.
***