Chapter 359.

Chapter 359.

Chapter 359. Operation: Fatman (1/10)

Haaaaaah.

Negotiations had gone well with the Faceless gang. Despite them going well, I was exhausted. But, I still had a bunch of things to do. My preparations were far from over.

I’d already departed from the Faceless gang’s repair shop and left Yuna in their care. I’d asked Lea for a fake plate and put it over my current one. From here on out I’d be doing quite a number of sketchy things and I didn’t want my plate to get linked to these events.

I’d already made a few pit stops. I’d stopped by home and picked up some things. I’d changed out my clothes and took a few extra sets along in case I needed them. I’d parked pretty far away and walked for a good while to make sure nobody was following me home. I didn’t stay long at home though. Right after I explained the situation and my plan to Rosa, including what I needed her to do this time around, a daring smile formed on her face.

Why? It was because it’d been a while since we conducted an operation, Operation: Brainjack. She got thrills from danger, and she was more than happy to participate. I wasn’t going to go and act as if she needed me to protect her. I knew my place. I’m not an assassin's match. Even if the Swastika gang is dangerous, I have confidence Rosa knows her own limits.

Besides, what I needed her to do wasn’t anything that would put her life in mortal danger anyway. She would be perfectly safe in her role. All she needed to do was prepare things in advance for when the day of reckoning arrived.

She would be meeting up with me in a while to help me out with something else.

After home, I’d made another pit stop somewhere else and dropped something critical to my plan off. I had to be extra cautious with this one.

Unfortunately, with it being a Sunday, I wasn’t able to do everything I needed to today, but I was at least able to set things up so I could make it happen tomorrow. With that troublesome preparatory step out of the way, all I had to do was await an email back from them.

It was critical things were successful on this end as well otherwise everything would fall through and I’d need to rework the plan from the ground up. However... I was confident that this side should go smoother than with Faceless.

Though for now, that was on the back burner. I was already on to my next stop. It was 8:00 PM when I arrived at the university center.

Currently, I was waiting for Izora to show up. I’d sent her an email requesting to meet inside the university center. She was really taking her time to get here though.

When I looked up from my phone I scanned my surroundings but my eyes stopped on someone I hadn’t expected to see here. I was still in disguise though so she should recognize me.

It was Angela. Why was she here so late on a Sunday? Had she been hoping to bump into me today and she waited till this late? We did have that promise for the weekend, but I told her if I didn’t show up in the morning on the weekends, something likely came up. We’d met in the morning on Saturday before my shift for work where I got caught up in this mess.

Ah, not good. I was staring at her for too long. She’d stopped walking and turned her head my way when she felt she was being watched. I looked back down at my phone hoping she’d pay me no attention since I was in disguise still.

A minute later I looked back up to see if she was still there. She was still stopped in the exact same place scrutinizing me. Our eyes met for a moment, upon which, I looked back down.

I kept my eyes glued to my phone for five minutes before I folded my arms across the table and buried my head in them to make it seem like I was taking a nap. I made it look as natural as possible.

With my eyes almost fully closed, I peeked through the gap between my crossed arms and confirmed she was still there. What the hell. After a minute she finally started to walk again. Only, she was headed straight for me.

She stopped directly in front of me then bent over the table. I felt her poke my hair. I raised my head up from the desk and glared at her.

“Hmm... sorry if I’m mistaken... but you resemble someone I know.”

I didn’t want to say anything. Her ears were too good, she’d see through my attempt to change my voice.

“What? If you’re around, you should at least check the museum to see if I’m there.”

“It should be closed and locked up by now. There’s no way you can get away with sleeping in there like you did Valentine’s Day every time, right?”

“Actually, the security guards are big fans of mine. They then gave me a key to the museum after they caught me asleep inside a few times after closing time. They just asked that I lock up whenever I leave.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah, that’s a benefit to being a celebrity.”

“That is pretty unfair.”

“You want a copy of the key? I got one made in case I ever lose the original.”

“Hmm... sure.” It wouldn’t hurt to have it.

She removed one arm from around me for a second as she stuck her hand into her pocket. A moment later, her arm returned to its original position with a key held up between her index finger and thumb.

When I was about to take it from her, she let the key drop down into her palm and immediately balled her hand into a fist.

“You change your mind about giving it to me?”

“No, I’ll give it to you, but in exchange, I want to spend a bit of time together. It shouldn’t be a big deal for you to keep the person you were going to meet up with waiting a bit; they're already running later after all.”

“Well, I guess it’s fine. They should let me know when they arrive.”

“You’ve been pretty evasive about it. You said it wasn’t one of your girlfriends, but is it a guy or a girl?”

“Would you get jealous if I said it was a girl?”

She pouted and complained, “I’m a celebrity with tons of guys who dream of being with me, why would I get jealous if it’s a girl you’re meeting up with who isn’t even one of your girlfriends that you’re choosing to meet up with over me?”

“Then, it is a girl.”

“I’m not giving you the key anymore.”

She repositioned herself to my side and wrapped both her arms around my left arm. She forcefully dragged me forward by the arm in the direction of the museum.

“For someone who says she’s not jealous, you sure sound like you’re getting jealous.”

“I’m not jealous at all. Not even the tiniest bit.”

Angela had her own cute side.