Chapter 419 - Thempa and Kendy (1/2)
”Ay, open the damn gate,” *clang,* the sound of metal being kicked had the guards frown.
”Who are you?” asked one of the people from Phantom.
”None ya business,” said the man in white-suit, ”-I wanna speak to the leader of your little group.”
”No can do,” sighed the guard to face away.
”DON'T IGNORE US,” screamed a typhoon of henchmen dressed similarly with only the colors varying. The weapons; sub-machine guns with silencers. Each one of them looked menacing. The definition of what one could expect roaming in back-alleys, killing, stealing, and other more. The noise kept on growing, ”-qui fait tout ce bruit?” 1
”What's the matter, Kendy?” asked Thempa as the duo stood on the opened roof.
”Look down over there,” replied he in a foreign language, ”-they're making trouble,” pointed he. The squared face, bushy brows, big ears, a dark skin complexion, and the body of a well-trained soldier, tis was Kendy – the leader of the SBGA-05. Acronym for the Subjugation Platoon – they were tantamount to Special forces of another country's army. In Phantom's case, the soldiers were recruited from the multiple training facilities around Hidros. Some with the potential to be recruited into Phantom were hand-picked. As a whole, Phantom was an arm's trading company that had more than a few fights with the Underworld. Them being a part of it never made it to the public. Secrets were worth more than lives. The few unfortunate enough to have any condemning information were assassinated. The SBGA-05 was only implemented after the war. Trained and battle-hardened, each member of the Platoon was sent to Iqeavea to help in the constant in-fighting. A test or initiation to enter the program. Those weak, killed, and the strong, given a life of well-compensated hard work. The curious knew to stay quiet and the wise never asked question.
”Should we intervene?” asked Thempa knelt with a rifle lying beside him. The leader of the Black Unit. No good militia would be worth its money without a hidden unit. The BU was mostly tasked with under-cover jobs, hidden, and well-informed. The majority of the fighters came from the Dark-Guild; exiled from the organization due to the culling of traitors. Similar to the Subjugation Platoon, despite the low numbers, the Black Unit was one to be feared. The worth and talent were tried and tested – the most notable achievement being the elimination of a lonesome outpost on borders nearing Elendor. The mission lasted three days; with almost no supplies and no back-up, Thempa made sure he and his men returned victoriously.
”Sir Thempa, Sir Kendy,” saluted a soldier, ”-the Boss has requested your presence.”
”Let's go,” said Thempa grabbing the gun.
”Allons-y,”1 added Kendy.
Down the stairs and to the farthest corner of the mansion – Staxius sat in a primitive base of operation. The room was filled with carton boxes filled with logistical appliances. The engineer, a member of GateSix, would come on the second trip. Only a table and three chairs were in place. The hallway leading to the room crawled with fighters carrying the many boxes.
”You called for us, boss?” asked Thempa sharply.
”Yes,” turned he after unrolling a map over the table, ”-quite archaic to be using this,” a comment to self.
”Monsieur?”1 voiced he seeing the less than attentive boss.
”Thempa, Kendy, glad to see thee are here. I'm sure the noise outside is getting a little out of hand,” *click,* just as those words were spoken, Thempa loaded the rifle.
”Bring the leader of that group to me,” ordered Staxius.
”What of the others?” asked Kendy in his foreign tongue.
”Open fire if need be, I'll trust thy judgment.”
”Oui, monsieur.”1
”If you don't let us in, I think I'm gonna order my boys to start shooting,” smirked the white-suit man.
”Tell 'em boss, ain't nobody gonna lay their hands on our soil.”
Irritated by the pointless teasing, the guards were a hair away from pulling the trigger. Before the last straw was drawn; two imposing figures emerged from the mansion. Rifle in hand wearing a bullet-proof vest; those around stopped to salute.
”Are you the leader of the group?” asked Thempa deeply.
”Who asks?” smirked the recipient.
”Our Leader,” interjected Kendy, ”-Dogs barking is far tamer than you animals screaming.”
”We have no business talking to someone who comes from Easel Run Guard. You and your dumbass pronunciations, go back to that piss poor country.”
”Crétin!” 1
”Chill,” gestured Thempa, ”-getting provoked isn't going to change anything.”
”What happen?” laughed the henchmen, ”-does the dog only bark, not bite?”
*BANG,* immediate and without time to react; ”-don't test my patience,” gritted Thempa. Outside the gate, they who laughed came to a stop – one of their members was shot in cold-blood.
”RASCALS, HOW DARE YOU,” yelled the leader, ”-GET 'EM BOYS.”
The cacophony of guns being fired cut across the tranquil night. The smell of the powder of death. Screams of those in agony – windows breaking, metal being pierced.
”What happened to being calm?” asked Kendy mockingly.
”Shut up…” The visitors were annihilated, bodies laid over the cars. Some tried to escape to only end up in a ditch not so far away.
*Tik, tok, tik, tok, tik, tok,* silence prevailed. Only the clock counted away the passing seconds. Staxius sat with elbows on the table. Thempa and Kendy brought over the leader who was allowed to live. No questions were asked, not a word spoken, the ones inside kept quiet. 'Who are these people?' thought he anxiously tied to a chair. 'Bullets did not affect them, my men were killed without a shred of remorse. The boss is going to be angry.'
”Care to speak of the reason of thy visit?” the silence broke.
”…”
”Parle!,” 1heavy boot stomped onto the man's leg, ”-AHHH.”
”Kendy…”
”Sorry Boss,” the head lowered to catch a glimpse of the captured.
”Speak, else my comrades may get a little excited,” said Staxius smugly. Reference was made to Thempa who stood in the corner. He cracked his knuckles slowly and painfully.
Cold sweat flashed across the captured's face – the heartlessness had shivers down the back. The aura around the room changed the moment the leader spoke. Dauntingly cold for the night, ”-I came per orders from my boss.”
”Interesting,” said Staxius with his fingers touching one another, ”-what else can you tell me about said boss?”
”We're a small faction in Tale allied to some people I cannot reveal the name of. After the AN-U's intervention, we thought we could occupy the house and kill any remainders. It backfired since new occupants came.”
”Why did you shoot then?” asked Staxius.