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PHASE 26 . SPLINTERS
Adnan then followed the man's steps accompanied by his innards. The man doesn't seem to be messing with her right now. Adnan could already read clearly his thoughts.
“How are things at the base?”
The guy with a climatic appearance broke the silence. Adnan who walked behind him, raised his gaze for a moment, occasionally glancing around where his fellow men were precisely watching him this second.
“Very good from the estimate ..., Morgan,” the answer is half a wint.
Sebastian Morgan—the man's name—seems to remember something when the young man behind him was heard mentioning his nickname. He screeched as he continued to step down the corridor.
“You are completely unethical,” said the man. “Same as your father that jerk.”
Adnan bit his lips slightly, trying to dampen the turmoil of his emotions. He had just come and it was impossible to start everything with a fistfight. Really, he was completely avoiding it now.
Morgan took her to a room that looked foreign. The entire wall was dark in color, there were only a few sparks of sparkling red light that illuminated the room. Meanwhile, a boy who just happened to pass through the room suddenly stopped. His two blue eyes scoured from behind the slightly open door gap.
“What did Dad do, huh?” muttered.
Adnan continued to step closer to something that caught his attention. A large object whose shape is not clear—because the room is too dark— stands firmly not far from the position of the young man now. Two reddish highlight fruits with something glittering located in between. Adnan frowned, trying to make his vision focus on the big object.
The same is true of the boy who peeked out from behind the door of the room. His eyes sparkled for a moment. His mouth was open, amazed at the charm of what he saw now. However, a voice unraveled his focus.
Morgan swung the tip of his foot violently right at the back of the young man who was standing not far from him until he fell down. Just like when Hubert landed his leg on Adnan's back before sending the young man to Cosmo. The treatment was again obtained by him in this place.
“A—” The boy almost yelled, before someone managed to shut his mouth. He looked for a moment at the locker and nodded in fear. The figure led him away from the door of the room quickly.
Meanwhile, Morgan again gave a wry smile to the young man who was face down under his feet. “You should be thankful that Hubert didn't kill you,” the man said, then ducked down a bit until Adnan could see his face. “Didn't he still miss his old best friend, huh? Didn't you realize that your face looks a lot like that asshole of his best friend?”
Morgan's hand turned to pull a few strands of Adnan's hair to make the young man really see the look of his face now. “If it wasn't you, I would have thrown you all the way out of here ...,” his hisses later, then got up to the starting position and pulled off his limb deftly on Adnan's back.
“Di .. where ...” Adnan hissed with his fingers trying to move. “A ... well ... by ..”.
Morgan squinted at the drowning young man. He screeched in response to Adnan's hissing before waltzing out of the room. “Give him a lesson,” his word to some of the people who have been following him since.
Adnan did not know exactly how Morgan's accomplices managed to destroy half of his body's control. The pain was like not being felt by him. Really, the impact hit that was cast by the men made his movement slow down. He could not move, let alone counterattack those who all-out rained scars and some parts of his body with a kick like a footballer.
The two Netra Adnan caught a red sheen spot of something standing firmly before him—like a whisper in his ear. However, he could not hear, much less interpret every hiss. Only the dark slowly approached him.
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Erick hurried down the corridor of the base after parking Analemma a moment ago. His face was flushed with his forehead that was almost fused together. His hands seemed to be clenching perfectly, accompanied by the heartbeat and breathing of his hunting each other. He rushed into a room where a man
I looked at the monitor in front of him.
“Do you have no heart, huh?!” hardik the young man without further ado. His eyes glared at the man sitting not far from him.
Hubert raised both eyebrows for a moment, then got up from the chair and walked over to his son. “What do you mean?” ask her with an innocent look.
Erick then threw a scrap of memo in his hand to the father with a huff. “I am not a jerk who would kill his friend just because of an agreement,” he said without pause.
The man in front of Erick was silent. His eyes looked straight at his son. He was still standing firm, without even taking a squeeze of the memo that landed near his feet a few seconds ago. A moment later, he chuckled.
“According to my guess, you will not get an answer to your question earlier,” he said.
“Dad!” grunt Erick. “Is Dad crazy, huh?!”
“Ya.” Hubert brought his face closer to just a few inches from Erick's. “I'm crazy because of you.”
The young man was silent. The father's eyeballs that were right in front of him suddenly made him lose control. It was like he was locked in by something he of course understood. Until finally, Hubert changed his position back to the beginning, still staring at the son.
“BUT ADNAN SAHAB—“
A slap landed perfectly on Erick's left cheek. The young man almost fell. One of his hands was holding onto the palm of Hubert's hand which began to leave traces on his cheek. His eyes widened, not believing the father's treatment just now.
“Think what should be your priority,” Hubert said. He turned, standing in front of Erick with an intimidating look on his face. “Sarkan .. or that jerk boy.”
Erick flinching. The pain in his cheek was no more painful than the words of his father just now. He doesn't believe it and even his brain complicates responding Hubert concluded, like a plane that lost its way.
Hubert switched when a call suddenly parsed his focus. He hurriedly faced his work monitor which revealed the figure of a blond man. His forehead puckered for a moment.
“What business did you call me?” tanyanya.
The man with a climatic appearance chuckled in response to Hubert. “Just relax, Commander Frederick Hubert,” his ideal is very relaxed. “You don't want to see what I got here?”
Hubert squinted his eyes as one man's hand on the monitor pointed at something behind him. The man grinned as Hubert's netra crossed perfectly.
“Do you not remember? When you take out that useless piece of trash, someone else will pick it up, then turn it into a gem.”
The man's words successfully made Hubert flinch a thousand words. His eyes were straight on the monitor in front of him where he could clearly see the face of the interlocutor with a familiar figure appearing with him.
“Morgan ...,” growled while clenching his hands.
Erick who noticed something rushed up to his father's desk. However, his intention failed when Hubert immediately turned off the monitor.
“Dad!”
Hubert looked back at Erick. His gaze was so meaningful that the young man could not interpret every inch of his facial features.
“Sebastian Morgan, ‘kan, who contacted Dad just now?” selisik Erick's.
“Since when did your etiquette disappear and call him that, huh?!” the man looked sharply at his own son.
“Dad, reconnect the call. I beg ...”
“You just want to ask that jerk boy, ‘kan?” Hubert further sharpened his gaze on Erick to make the young man re-moved.
Hubert walked off his desk with Erick still standing there.
“What agreement did Dad make with him?” Erick started to open his mouth again.
Meanwhile, Hubert immediately stopped his steps even though he did not turn to face the child. “Close your mouth and carry out your duties as captain, Erick,” timpal the man is still wasting face.
“I heard what Morgan said, Dad! Do you think I'm deaf!” hardik Erick glared at the man who had been standing near the door of the room.
Hubert returned. His breathing rhythm was held back for a moment.
“Do you really want to kill Adnan without having to dirty your own hands? Did you hate Mr Harris so much that you wanted to eliminate Adnan too?” Erick looked down at the floor he was on now. “What agreement we do is just a bualan—”
“You'll never understand, Erick,” Hubert's cut is still in the same body position. “People are after a gem just because they are beautiful, but don't see how the black stone is trying to hide it behind piles of sand and clay. Just like when you see something of value, like,
and then leave behind all the more precious things from him. Because of a power, you forget how ... and with whom you got it.”
The man turned to turn his face to Erick who was now staring straight at him. He looked at his son, before turning away and passing outside the room.
Erick flinching. He never got the father's gaze just now. Something seemed to be hidden from him. Of course it's not easy to find out, but he believes that Hubert couldn't possibly lie with a sad expression that he just floated.
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