"I need you to bring out the heavy stock to the old hangar," Makary spoke to the phone he held between his left ear and left shoulder. With his left hand, he controlled the steering wheel while actively shifting gears with his right.
"Yes, I need it done for yesterday."
"I will be waiting."
Since the call wasn't on a loudspeaker, I couldn't really tell what the conversation was about. All I managed to figure out was that the phrase Makary opened the call with had to be some sort of code...
Because after ending the call and starting another, he used the exact same words.
"I need you to bring out the heavy stock to the old hangar."
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In the end, Makary made a total of seven calls, four of which started with the sentence mentioned while the last three started with "I'm really hungry, what would you say about getting a proper barbecue?"
After the last call, Makary let go of the car's wheel for a second only to grab the phone and throw it down on his lap.
"It's done," he then announced while putting his focus back on the road.
"Good," I replied from the backseat of the car, not even bothering to look away from the window. "How long will it take?'
Makary tapped the wheel with his fingers for a few moments.
"Equipment should arrive within a few hours. Safely breaking the seals on our warehouses will take a while and moving that many arms and supplies..."
Makary didn't finish his sentence. And quite frankly, he didn't need to.
Right now, Makary wasn't a general or even a commanding officer of a military unit. He was just a leader of a quasi-gang who controlled parts of the academy town that its government hardly cared about.
'The moment he starts moving his real pawns around, everyone on his level is bound to get nervous.'
Makary wasn't the only one with special standing in the area. He just happened to be the one in control of the area where my dearest of aunts rented a shack for me to live in.
All in all, the entire city was divided between the government of old in control of the city center and the richest districts while every other part of the town belonged to a different gang, warlord, or other form of organization that had both will and means to control it.
'And in the end, saving the forest from the invasion is the most I can do without any ability to upkeep any serious supply lines. Modern army turns useless without a steady flow of ammunition for the guns and food for the hungry mouths, after all.'
I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to figure out what would be my next step once the whole mess with the invasion came to an end.
Sadly, no matter how hard I tried, the answer to my troubles continued to elude me.
"We are almost..."
"Stop the car!"
Before Makary could finish his heads-up, Fay suddenly screamed out while reaching out and tugging at my shirt. And as I looked over, I saw maybe not the impossible, but definitely the improbable.
For outside of the car, past the window on Fay's side...
Her clone was walking the street in the company of Cassie's friend whom I knew about.
'Wait, that's not right,' I thought, taking a moment to realize that it wasn't Fay's clone... But it's an inferior version, the imperfect original that Fay's dreamy form improved upon and perfected.
Or, in other words, it wasn't Fay's clone but Cassie herself!
"Can you see it?" Fay asked, ignoring Makary's startled look and the shaking of the rapidly decelerating car.
And as I looked at the two women walking the street...
I couldn't help but gulp my saliva down.
Even with all the distance that separated us, I could tell one thing for sure.
The thickness of the dark aura that permeated the air around the two was comparable...
No.
The aura around them was of a level beyond what I saw Madam or Etaria control!