Trent felt his heart jump out from his body, as the person chasing almost caught him. The door closed just in the knick of time.
He breathed slowly, calming himself down, at the same time proud he managed to escape unscathed.
His palms were moist with sweat, he stood as dignified as he could, and wipe them on the back of his blazer.
"That was close, who were they anyway? They even knew about the secret organisation, this is terrible news indeed."
He practically leapt out of the lift as soon as the doors opened, he was old but it wasn't too demanding as long as he wasn't fighting like he was still a youth.
He immediately noticed his master, pacing back and forth. Not seeing Isaac or his friends in sight, he was washed over with relief.
The doors didn't go unnoticed, Gilbert saw, for the first time, a dishevelled and badly hurt Trent. His eyes were concerned but he didn't want to express it. He waited to be filled in, on what the devil was going on down there.
"Sir, this is going to sound really bad, please bear with it, don't get too frustrated." He tried to cushion their fall first, knowing that it wouldn't work but he was hopeful nonetheless, he'd seen his master react very different from what he expected.
Gilbert listened intently, without interrupting, to him this sounded more like a solution than a problem. If he was honest with himself, he saw the underground ring as a worrisome burden that his father left.
If someone came here to destroy it, he wouldn't really feel bad about it. He'd welcome the two birds with one stone method he was represented with open arms.
"So they just want to destroy the underground ring? Let them." He said nonchalantly, gathering his things, preparing to be as far from this place as possible.
"I, I wish that were all—" Trent stammered, he didn't have time to drag this out but he couldn't exactly help it with the way Gilbert was now looking at him.
"Well, spit it out." He told him finally.
Going from corner to corner, installing the explosives on the concrete floor. If there was a way to detonate them without damaging the building, he would, but he knew they'd have a lot of work after this. The building won't be reduced to rubble, so they'd have bits of piece to put together later on.
Gilbert on the other hand was telling his employees to go home. It was the weekend anyway, there wasn't much work to be done, he only brought them in because it was a longstanding tradition.
"You lot, out, something came up the building is being shut down." He told his son who was in one of the conference rooms.
"But you said we could stay, does this have to do with Trent leaving earlier?" His father merely looked at him, his expression not giving anything away. "I deserve to know."
"You deserve only what I say you deserve, if I tell you to leave now that's something you should be jumping at the chance for. Do what you're told, and stop asking question."
But the dean had told him, whether it was direct or indirect, to always question. Never take anything at face value even when it was from your parents, yes our parents helped by shaping us but the decision remains with ourselves at the end.
Isaac opened his mouth to talk back but was met with a very sinister aura from his father that made him croak in fear. He wasn't sure anymore that he was ready to question everything his father had taught him.
"Come on guys, let's go." At the end, he obeyed him.
His friends followed closely behind. Gilbert was a little disappointed that his son didn't fight him this time, if he didn't fight for his life, he'd end up just another Blakeson puppet, like he was.
They met up with Trent in the lobby. He had done his rounds around the building. Gilbert was impressed, despite his very old age, he managed to come back just when they were. Read new chapters at mvl
"Trent, are you alright, what happened?" Isaac saw the bloodied state he was in and that drove him to want to know more about the situation.
Questions kept pouring out of his mouth, each one was met with silence. They walked out the door and onto the streets.
Trent looked at his master, who nodded as a way to allow him to detonate the explosives. The little button was resting on his hand, inside his jacket pocket.
He was very nervous as his thumb moved closer to the little red button.