My Lethal Company System

Chapter 11 : This world is full of unreasonable people

Quota 0/270 - On hold : 12 days left to start the quota

A phone rang on the corner of a desk in the middle of New York. It emitted a gentle opera tune that immediately caught the attention of the man standing in front of a large window. Most calls were going through his secretary's line, so it was extremely rare for this phone to ring. He locked the door before answering. The number was hidden, and he patiently awaited instructions. After a few moments, a woman's voice was heard :

"The badge has been secured by one of Mr. T's men, but he now wants them to meet their quota before the agreed date."

- Did he specify a particular day in his request?

- He wants them to start in three days.

- Very well."

The person on the other end of the line hung up.

The man unlocked his office door and returned to his view of the skyscrapers. Despite his calm and serene face, a pressing question was in his mind.

'I hope they have enough time to prepare.'

At the same moment, another phone was ringing in a nearby building, this one belonging to Commander Anderson. He was reviewing the file of a certain William Smith when rock music interrupted him. He answered, but the caller spoke first:

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but a person has come asking for the release of the flight attendant.

- Are you referring to Miss Hill?

- Precisely, sir."

Anderson was taken aback.

'I didn't think some people could be so ballsy.'

Even if he hadn't been in his position long, he hadn't even heard of something like this before. Attempting to extract someone suspected of being involved in an airplane heist required both guts and well-placed contacts. Judging by the tone of the officer on the phone, he would need to handle the situation himself. He put on his coat and adjusted it in front of a mirror.

'I need to buy a new coat. I haven't had time with all the paperwork from my promotion this week, but that will be my goal this weekend,' he thought before leaving his office.

He walked down a flight of stairs and approached the cells. Normally, no one loitered in this area, but today seemed to be an exception. There was a young red-haired woman, an old man dressed in a way that spoke of his social status, and the officer who also served as the receptionist at the station. The flight attendant was still waiting inside the cell with William and Omega.

"Good evening, can someone explain to me what's happening here?" asked Anderson upon arriving near the two strangers.

The old man smiled.

"You sure surprise me, Mr. Anderson, because I imagined you to be older. I mean, for someone like you with so few contacts, your promotion surprised some people."

His tone was calm but he had oddly emphasized the word "contacts."

Before Anderson could grasp what he had just heard, the old man continued evenly :

"You need to understand that I have nothing against you, Mr. Anderson, but I know from past experiences that people like you can be unreasonable. You never lose sight of your enemies, but you never see your potential allies. You're so obsessed with following the law that you sometimes prevent yourself from doing people justice."

The old man paused for a few seconds to let the commander digest his words before continuing :

"My experience tells me you'll never accept the deal that I'm about to offer, but I hope you'll prove me wrong. The organization I work for wants you to release Miss Hill, and in exchange, you'll receive crucial information about the robbers. I also wish to clarify that Miss Hill is innocent and my organization's intent is to keep her out of any legal trouble."