Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 39 : Job Mismatch

It looks like that the trade will be starting soon.

"A pleasant evening ladies and gentlemen!!! Lets not have the time wasted and we shall begin feasting your eyes on unique things in sale for tonight!!"

With his queue, two men in their formal outfits helped each other to pull out a stall cylindrical opaque glass towards the middle of the center stage.

I pressed my eyes on Von whose anxiety is very obvious. Tristan focused on the first item on sale, while the weird looking arab man, leaned back on his gold seat and started to drink champagne.

"Behold!!!"

As the old man announced at his top of his voice, he then pressed a small controller and the opacity of the specialized glass cylinder started to reveal the contents inside.

As the smudged glass faded our eyes feasted on a very familiar woman who was sitting inside wearing a very simple blue laboratory patient gown.

For almost 3 damn weeks, we were finally able to lay our eyes on our missing comrade.

"St..Ste—!!"

"Shut it." Tristan as he held Von's trembling hands over the table. "Keep it low."

My sight aimed at the in-laws as they tried their very best to control and keep everything on themselves. I cannot really blame Von for such actions tho, but I am amazed how Tristan was able to control his feeling despite seeing her sister in a glass cage.

Come to think this scenario would be more painful for him, but looks like EAF had trained his emotions well enough for these kinds of missions.

A mixture of worrying and extreme pity ruled over my chest as my eyes finally lured onto Stella who was sitting inside, resting her back on the glass.

Her eyes were blindfolded as she looked extremely exhausted. She looked lifeless.

Fucking assholes. I am not even related to Stella, but I will surely kill the people who put her in this kind of situation!

"Behold!!! A live and possible medically stable XY-patient whose genes can withstand Freyja's heart infusions and experimentations!"

Our eyes widened as the crowd excitement was heard inside the room. Fuck. Fuck these people! They fucking experimented Stella!!

Of course, She's an ANGEL, she basically CAN withstand those experiments. But maybe they haven't still found out or might had lacked accuracy on their tests.

But Shit.

An enormous and tremendous amount of anger kept on boiling inside us, not to mention Von and Tristan who almost tore the silk table cloth over our glass table.

"50 million dollars!!"

Our heads automatically turned as the familiar voice beside our table automatically started the price balling. The said arab guy then commanded one of his body guard and opened one suit case filled with authentic dollars.

Looks like the battle for Stella's life has begun.

"70 million dollars."

I can feel Tristan pressing his eyes onto me as I counter the recent offer. Anyways, Xavierheld had given me the freedom to spend their money for the life and safety of their prized-possed ANGEL pilot.

"Ohhh!!! Pretty tough ei cutie??" The annoying arab guy commented.

Was really expecting a shit like him to always ruin the mission.

"No, forget the 70 million. 100 million for the specimen." I stated that made the guy panic in his seat.

He then signaled three of his body guards to open 3 more brief cases and show them to the center stage.