Chapter 115

115 Meeting with a Quesada

I looked back at Malachi who had kicked back another person who had been remaining behind me and examined his face of shock.

“I don’t know...he for the most part doesn’t let us know these things,” the man mumbled in dread while holding up his arms before his chest.

I moaned as I then, at that point, heard a voice shout out, “What’s happening in here?”

“Good gracious,” I murmured as we pivoted, seeing a buff man with tattoos all over himself. “Quesada,” I mumbled to Malachi who nodded in concurrence with me. He then set his wand back into his pocket and ran back towards me as I moved back towards where different men were remaining before the PCs who had now been knocked out.

“What are you folks doing?” he asked, his eyes loaded up with rage as he grabbed hold of my shoulders and drove me into a wall sufficiently that I fell into it from the power of his push against me. “Oh...that hurt,” I mumbled.

“So you kids choose to meddle with my pack, my power, my men,” he yelled. “You all truly have no clue about the thing you’re not kidding!”

I got up leisurely from the wall as I cleaned a touch of blood away from my nose from where I had hit it before during the battle. Out of nowhere, he connected for a weapon on his midriff as I connected for one of my own. The firearm that he pulled out of his midsection was colossal and long, while mine was exclusively about a portion of that size, but it was strong and lethal.

I prepared to shoot it at him, but out of nowhere, he got that large stick by the side of the room, and as I shot, he diverted it.

What on earth?

.....

What sort of abilities did he have?

As I watched him shoot it back towards me, I bounced once more into a speedy position, and similarly as I hopped up onto the work area before me, I shot it back at him. But he additionally diverted.

Now, I know I’m not precisely a specialist, but this ought not be occurring. It resembles he’s an expert contender or something to that effect. A contender can’t redirect projectiles with such ease like that except if they’ve prepared themselves to make it happen or something to that effect. But even that is a stretch since there isn’t a way a contender could at any point prepare for that reason, or even have a weapon like that in their control for that reason in the first spot.

Some kind of problem with’s him.

Rapidly, I rushed at him, my clench hands prepared to hit him in perhaps a couple regions that ought to hit him, but he redirected every last one of them. He unexpectedly kicked me in the stomach prior to hitting me hard across the face with his left hand while as yet having his right hand holding that enormous weapon of his.

I felt myself going down to one knee from the power of the blow, but I immediately turned on my side and started to twirl around on my hand so that when I tumbled down into a roll, I came up and turned towards him as he had previously started off his shoe and now hauled his other leg out to kick me in the chest, hitting me hard enough that it knocked me to the cold earth, making me roll on my shoulder before I plugged myself and remained back up onto my feet as I threw a punch at him.

“Connor!” Malachi yelled in stress, as I threw a punch at him as he shot in reverse towards a wall.

What?

For what reason did I stop myself?

For what reason didn’t I only run for it?

Out of nowhere, a major flash sent my body flying across the room and over towards one of the PCs as I crashed through it prior to moving across the floor and through an entryway which drove me into another room. It was exactly the same thing I accept as this one, but with the exception of no one was in it.

I got up, seeing Quesada resting on the wall, his firearm looking towards me. Yet again he took shots at me two times more as I dodged behind a table prior to bouncing up on the table as he focused on me. As I got up, he started to stroll towards me as his hand came up to snatch me by the neckline of my shirt.

“Now, what did Fulton send you for?” he inquired.

“Please accept my apologies what?” I asked, confounded.

“For what reason did he send you folks?” he asked , his face looking annoyed at me for reasons unknown. He was going to pull me closer towards him when unexpectedly the entryway burst open and in came Nikki, September, Tisiah, and most of all grasping their wands.

“What on earth occurred here?” Greg asked, as he watched me get pulled free from the table by Quesada’s grasp on my collar. “Sit idle!” September yelled, as Quesada halted. I took a gander at him with dread in my eyes, while he was peering down at me with disdain in his eyes.

“Try not to move,” September requested Quesada as he halted. I slithered from under the table, getting up onto my feet. Quesada checked out at me with scorn in his eyes while holding up his firearm towards me.

September started to say, “Don’t contact him.”

Quesada gradually convoluted, his eyes menacingly checking everybody out. The inclination in this room abruptly different from dread to outrage as they encompassed him with their wands grasped high. Out of nowhere, they shot out energy radiates from their wands that shot out towards Quesada as he was going to take shots at them.

But then, at that point, he avoided every one of them with his stick.

“How the...” Greg mumbled.

But out of nowhere, I heard this, and this made me freeze up into dread. “The FBI are here, you really want to go now!”

We all froze as we took a gander at one another. “We really want to leave,” Tisiah said, but then, at that point, we heard an entryway combust from what could be the FBI. “God help us, we really want to go!” I yelled. I kicked Quesada in the chest, driving him into the wall and knocking him out.

“OK, how about we move!” Malachi yelled, as Greg and I put him on our shoulders. We sped out the room and back down the corridor and out the entryway and back into the room we had first been in and kept rushing to move as distant as we could from where we came in.

But as we went there, we saw warriors climbing into the room. “OK, to one side!” Nikki said, and we ran right where she said. As we did this, I heard the hints of blasts coming from where we were heading down the other path.

Then, at that point, I heard one individual that I unquestionably was not wanting to hear today. I nearly feel more terrified of her, as a matter of fact.

“Connor Drails, we know you’re here!” she yelled.

“Gracious, no, no, no,” Malachi mumbled.

“Who is that?” Tisiah inquired.

“That is Agent Nelson,” Malachi said with a murmur of dread. “We need to go.”

But out of nowhere, men from Quesada’s base started to show up at the party, with their quick firing rifles thundering through the air. “Please!” Malachi yelled as he ran down the corridor once more.

And afterward out of nowhere we heard gunfire from behind us as they were taking shots at us and pursuing us as we ran down the passage to the nearby. Malachi immediately shot a bolt, locking that entryway and making it so they couldn’t receive in return until they would separate it or something like that. And afterward we took off once more, running into one more space with yet more fighters sitting tight for us in front.

“Goodness, no back, back!” Malachi yelled as we turned and hurried to the last entryway of all as I got anxious and frightened from all of this, not knowing how long it would require for us to leave.

Gunfire kept on detonating, with the slugs going by us and stirring things up around town behind us as we went after the way to push it open to leave and frantically make tracks but then, at that point, out of nowhere there was a boisterous blast or the like behind us which made us tumble to the ground.

“Gracious shoot!” Greg yelled as he fell on his rear and hit his head against a table behind him making him shout in torment. Most of us were additionally lying on our posteriors or sitting on tables as we watched Greg hit his head. “I’m fine...I think,” he mumbled.

“You think?!” Malachi yelled, while clutching his head with one hand.

Then, at that point, we heard a voice yelling uproariously from beyond the room where we were, which was from the passage we had rolled in from. “We really want to separate,” he expressed, taking a gander at us with his hand covering his mouth.

Out of nowhere, men in dark suits came going through the entryway into the room, every one conveying a weapon and they were all holding hankies over their noses and mouths.

“Here!” they yelled. This was terrible, on the grounds that it really intended that there were many a greater amount of them than there were of us. They started to move toward us, running up behind us, while simultaneously firing their handguns at us to weaken us as they sped towards us.

Out of nowhere, Nikki rushed at them from behind with a wand in her grasp and started to fire at them with it as they kept terminating back at her. As they did this, Tisiah hopped onto a table and started terminating at them with his own wand. The men were pushed back, as Malachi took a gander at me, his mouth hanging but uncertain what to say.

“Go!” he yelled.

I posed no inquiries, and ran.