51 New Friend, Odd Problems (1/2)
Lizeth demanded an explanation. There must be a good reason why a student had the nerve to extort a club. Could it be that reason why the library club is disbanded?
Clara tried to divert her attention, ”Why don't you go back to your dorm? I've to go home. Now,” she left her chair, but Lizeth pushed her back to the chair.
”Explain.”
”They're listening to us.”
”Who are they?”
Clara stood up from that chair. She brought her bag and Lizeth's and pulled Lizeth's hands and walked outside of the library. They walked to the parking lot where the only car was Clara's sedan with her driver. ”Ok. I will keep it short, please enter the car,” Clara said as she opened the door for Lizeth.
Lizeth entered the car on the backseat, but she kept a shortcut on her phone so she could switch to her combat loadout if she tried anything funny to her. Killing Clara would be a problem, but defending her life was the highest priority. She also wanted to test his new ACR. What's better than moving target practice for her new weapon. Besides, the terrorist would be blamed if what remains in Clara's body was .308 incendiary rounds.
The car was driven out of the school complex. The car headed to the capital, the place where the skyscrapers existed. Maybe she lived in a high rise apartment around there. Clara opened a fridge in her car and offered Lizeth a can of beer. Lizeth gladly accepted it and opened the can. The can was still sealed. It couldn't be drugged by Clara.
”So... Why did you pull me to your car?” Lizeth asked her as she took a sip from that can of beer.
”If someone listens, I'm fucked. Or we,” Clara said. Her expression was like someone that just saw someone doing a very stupid thing. Maybe she was bothered and concerned about the lack of understanding that Lizeth had.
”Why?”
”We will be damned if someone hears us talking about them,” Clara said.
”What do you mean?”
”Them. The unknown. The people that are extorting clubs from time to time. But it is always the same people from time to time,” Clara said to her.
”I see. Did anyone stand up to them?” Lizeth asked her. A school with a lot of martial art clubs would surely do resistance in the past. The question was how about now?
”Yes. The martial artist,” Clara replied.
”How did it go?” Lizeth asked.
”They beat the extorter. The extortion stopped for a short amount of time,” Clara said.
”Short amount of time? What happened? I thought the martial artist taught them a lesson or two,” Lizeth half-smiled. She might know what happened, maybe the martial artist got beaten up by more superior forces. It was her guess, but that was the most likely thing to happen.