Stealth Contact

Samuel almost felt an heart attack as Ang Jin climbed in.
"What are ya doin' 'ere, pumpkin?"
He said worriedly, getting up momentarily.
"Weren't ya supposed ta be leaving with Neha?"

 

"She had to go run an errand," Ang Jin answered.

When he saw what was on the table, he gasped.

"Are you guys playing strip pictionary?!"

 

Samuel sighed.
"I betta be reincarnated as a king who never needs to see anyone."
He thought to himself and replied to Ang Jin's question:
"What makes ya think we're not?"

 

Ang Jin shuddered. Seeing his leader with even his shirt off would be worse than torture.

 

Samuel sighed as the innocent boy kept staring at him. Gratia walked to the kitchen, probably to get pizza.
"There you go, keepin' the young lady busy. Females ain't built fer long term work."
He looked back at Ang Jin, his eyebrows arched in question.
"So, what's yer reason for comin' 'ere?"

 

Ang Jin shrugged. "I was bored. And Neha isn't back from her errand yet."

He sat next to his leader.

"Why are you here? I was looking all over for you in the mansion."

 

Samuel sighed and patted the boy's head.
"Let's say I was feeling conquered with Neha around the house."
He then yawned, raising his arms as though in surrender.

 

"What do you mean by 'conquered'?" The curious Ang Jin asked.

 

Samuel laughed. The Chinese descent of the boy made it harder sometimes, or maybe he was good at prying and digging out details.
"You know," he started, unable to find the politically correct terms for the lad.
"She was bossin' me around, forcing me to do things her way. It gets to a man who's lived his life alone since he were eighteen."

 

Ang Jin shrugged. "I think she's pretty nice. But does it really get to you that much?"

 

Samuel silently nodded, watching Gratia as she arrived with pizza, and then went upstairs for some reason.
"'Ere, have some pizza."
Then he rephrashed his offer.
"Without any meat, I fink."

 

Ang Jin inspected it carefully, just in case it had any pepperoni or sausages. When he realized that it didn't, he took a bite. Then he took another, and another until he finished the whole thing in about five bites.

"Heh," he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I was hungry."

 

Samuel laughed once more, crossing his arms.
"I don't blame ya."
He did looked at the clock and sighed.
"Isn't it way past nap time for you kid? Like, noon nap or somethin'?"

 

Ang Jin crossed his arms. "I'm fourteen."

 

Samuel bit his lower lip, and nodded.
"Honestly, I knew that. But I've run outta topic, and I fink ya know that. Now temme; whatcha really here fer?"

 

GAH. Double trouble.

 

I looked around, as I quickened my pace. I cut through the small street that served as a shortcut to where Samuel was living currently.

I raced to the building and then looked behind as I stopped for breath. the shadows were becoming clearer. One look confimed that the stairs would be too much of a cimb. That left only one option. I took one step back and then wnt flat across the wall, I climbed the storeys relying on my parkour skills and landed on the ledge, I broke the window, unfastened the latch and climbed inside. I made my way silently through the series of door and finally down the stairs. Just as I reached the door of the licing room, the bell rang. I burst into the room, just in time.

Samuel stopped short., obviously not recognising me in the blonde wig/

"Who are ya, whachre ya doin' here and how the hell did you get in'?"

"Sh," i whispered, "don't talk loudly. Those people outside are out to get me. I'm Neha."

 

Ang Jin was alarmed as he eavesdropped on Samuel and Neha's conversation.

"Who's out to get you?" he asked nervously.

 

I glanced at Angi, not wanting to trouble him, but I guess he deserved an answer.

"The UTTs honey, Union of T****** Terrorists."

 

"The terrorists are after you?!" Ang Jin shouted. "Do we have weapons? A plan?"

 

Samuel sighed and fit his hands in his pockets on the sides.
"Good for you."
He murmured, closing the door and making sure Gratia was still busy. After that was done with, he walked back to the two and pointed towards the kitchen.
"Get in there. I'll launch security."
With that, he pulled out his unique mobile and sent a speedy SMS to the headquarters.

UTT at our tails. Launch security at Bequem's house now.

Then, with the same agility, he typed another message to someone else.

You idiots. Get your muzzles off this place.

 

I smiled grimly at him, "Unfortunately,love, weapons, bombs or immunations aren't going to be any help here."

 

Samuel entered the kitchen after he had sent the messages.
"We're gonna say nothing. Use the stupid notepad to write something."
He said, pointing to a stack of paper on the top of table.

 

"What are you writing?" asked Ang Jin, too scared to make another strip pictionary joke.

"Is it a letter?"

 

Samuel laughed.
"Just trying to relax."
He then pulled out his mobile, upon the buzzing of his 'new message' tone.
"Gah, ere's a message from the terrorists. I got Mick's number, the guy who does their demolition jabs. Was trying to make 'em busy. Apparently, they are falling for it."
Samuel said, showing Ang Jin and Neha the message.

We'll put our muzzles if we like. Don't be too scared.