Chapter 326 A Short Trip South Part 2?
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/Din!/
[Floor: 1]
/Shua.../
Dale stepped out of the elevator, already seeing his ride, parked by the road in all its glory.
Just outside of the gates leading to his apartment complex, a black floating car awaited patiently for his arrival.
It was sleek and a bit long, its windows were also dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Some people were looking at the car in amazement, some even taking pictures, recognizing the model to be pretty expensive, and this bothered Dale a little.
'Couldn't he have picked up something a bit less conspicuous? And above all, not parked it in front of my house?'
'I hope no one recognizes me...'
Nonetheless, he put on a pair of dark glasses before making his way to the car with a quick stride.
As he approached, one of its doors immediately opened as it levitated upward, and he stepped inside without much difficulty.
/Shuuun!/
The moment he did so, the floating car came to life, levitating a few more cm off the ground before moving on along the road.
... And off he went, in search of his destiny...
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/~Music...~/
[Would you like some water?]
"... Yes, please."
/Chin... Clack.../
/Pour.../
[With or without ice?]
"... One cube should be enough."
/Crackle... Ploop!/
/Grab.../
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'Damn expensive car even has an ice maker...'
Although Dale wasn't much into cars, he recognized some models and their purposes as they were often portrayed in media as symbols of wealth and status.
This one, for example, wasn't meant for individual use, it was a super high class, Bentley Mag-Car, meant for the rich who were too rich to drive around on their own.
Mag-Car or Maglev as it is called by old people, is a term for cars that floated around thanks to strong magnetic forces, they were extremely limited and needed severe infrastructure to work, but once such structure was in place, there was the possibility of creating vertical car lines as well.
By now, most cities had a few main lines for this exact purpose, his was more developed as it had simpler sub roads that supported such vehicles as well.
But without those, a Mag-Car can't float, and even if he wanted to, it won't float very high, not because it can't but because it was programmed to.
Each road has its limit for how high you can get and that is given to the Virtual intelligence that drives the car, making sure its driver doesn't fling himself into a building in an accident... Or on purpose.
In this one, the height limit is one meter, not very high but enough to not bump into anything.
Although Police and Swat Mag-Cars can go as high as fifth-ish meters, like what happened when he caused all that mess a few roads down three to four weeks ago...
It had a lot of little things unneeded in day-to-day life and too bothersome to maintain, such as this liquid dispenser, why would anyone have that when they could just bring a water bottle with them?
Much less keep a crystal cup with a golden engraving in it... Multiple at that.
'It's comfortable, too much at that.'
Before entering the airport, Dale got face to face with a group of guards checking every person entering the airport, they were fast and extremely efficient, not stopping anyone for even a minute.
They may seem like Customs, but it was not, it was just plain security.
This was also mostly thanks to the people's cooperation, and as to not embarrass himself, Dale already knew what to do.
He raised his left hand, showing them his watch as he placed his long case on a strange machine on the side before removing it and placing it there as well.
The moment he did, the case was lifted and suspended midair as it was encased in a metal box for analysis.
"Anything sharp? Cigar cutters, pencils, razor blades..."
As he checked Dale with a strange device, he listed at least two dozen more things in quick succession before Dale replied, without shaking his head:
"Nothing at all, aside from my Physical Documentation in my right back pocket."
"Understood... Thank you for your cooperation, you may retrieve your luggage on the side, have a nice day." The strong man said calmly and composedly as Dale adjusted his clothes
He put his 'watch' back on and made his way to the side where his suitcase awaited, floating a meter off the ground.
It gave Dale a familiar feeling, he felt as if he was looking at Caladbolg, how funny.
With a light smile, he grabbed it and moved on deeper inside.
Where though?... He didn't know, this part of the plan wasn't defined...
But hopefully, things would solve themselves soon.
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/Meanwhile, back at the entrance.../
"Hey... Did you see that guy's suitcase?" A man whispered to a woman as someone else placed their luggage in the machine
"Yeah? What of it?"
"Come on, did you see what it was? And the fact he walked inside without caring a single thing about what he had? The fact we..."
"Look, Thomas, our job is to check if things comply or not, it is already tiring enough to memorize the ever-changing regulations from our darned bosses and you now want to bring forth the Tabboo?" The woman replied snappily as she tipped a few things in her terminal
"It doesn't matter what he had, we were given the green light so he passed, the most we can do is send a quick report to our superiors, which I already did and you know what they said?"
"Here, check it out yourself." She said as she swiped her hand in the air, flinging a floating hologram to him
"... Hum?... Damn..." Thomas said as his eyes opened a little
"Yeah, now shut your tap and focus, you know better than to gossip about a passenger's things... Besides, we've shitter things."
"That is true but... That? Do you think he's a Hitman? A CyberNinja?!"
"A CyberNinja? Come on... Leave your imagination back home..."
"And what Hitman would walk around with a..."
"Thomas, can you come here for a sec?" A fat man said on the side as he approached their table
"Oh shit... Uh... Coming Boss!"
"... I told him to shut it... Welp, good luck."
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/At the same time.../
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'What the fuck... These Muffins are fifty bucks each? Are they made out of Gold... Oh wait, they are covered in gold...'
'Who would buy this shit... Wait, is someone eating that on the side?'
'Forget what I said...'
/Step.../
"Mr Houston?"
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