âSome say that we have no choice in what happens in our life...â
From the looks of it, they had managed to exit the grounds with little resistance. Uno had expected much knowing the weight of what had been revealed to the ignorant public. Looking at his peripheral sight, the two agents who he had labeled as stubborn like a mule were not present. They were not chasing them, which was odd. Something must have happened in that short span of time which prevented the hound dogs to give chase. Especially, he was certain that the stepsister was very angry. After all, the calling card of explosions following him was not subtle to hide the negative backlash of emotions. Well, he will think about that some other time. The current situation was favorable for him and his passenger.
As he drove through the streets, he had already initiated the stealth system of the bike to cover them from the relentless eyes of the Network cameras. He had also programmed the best route of escape within the AI of their vehicle which led them to roads with less traffic and people. So, there was little trouble of being detected since they are this far. But, he still has doubts about what the Supreme General did earlier as they passed by the man. He was certain that the General pointed a gun at them and shot them. However, he did not detect a hint of malice or even the desire to harm from the man, himself or even the bullet. So, they were not the intended targets.
In any case, the truth was now out there. He was pretty sure that the Government would cover it up rather than to leave it out to open. After all, people will cease to believe in god if he bleeds. But for certain, sharks will come to devour everything. If he knew better the Deputy Minister was probably all over it by now. Anyway, they did their part. The public will have something to think about and to have choice what to believe. There is a saying that reality is simply what one perceives. That is how strong a person's mind is especially when backed up with something primal like emotions. He could vouch for that.
Well at the moment, they had finally arrived back at the safehouse. They will probably need to move out but not in their current conditions. He would need to tend to their injuries first. Looking at Stella, the girl was far in a worse shape than him. He carried her into his arms despite his body being wracked by pain. All he had to depend on was his adrenaline and indomitable will to survive. "I got you..." He stated in a hushed tone as he entered the house. It is true that she has remarkable regenerative ability but, it is still a pain to get hurt. Anyway, she laid her down on the couch and secured the needed medical tools and medicine. He may not be officially a doctor or even a licensed one, but he will not be beaten by those so-called professionals.
Then, he began treating her from the lesion on her ribcage to her bone-revealing injury on the arm. Once, he was done. He placed a gentle hand on her forehead. "It will be harder from now on. You did good kid." After saying that, he began to take care of himself and when he was done sat on the floor while leaning his back on the couch where Stella is. "I guess they were right... I'm a monster..." He mumbled more to himself as the scene where he was able to manipulate blood to his whim flashed through his mind. Then, he closed his eyes and finally allowed the sense of weariness take hold of him. Right now, they had done enough.
So, it is time to take a rest for a while.
âThat is why we believe in the inevitable fate to justify that one could just relent...â
Yes, the viability of life outside the domes. Solla had told him that Stella R. Iaret must be eliminated because that woman will be the downfall of all humanity. He could still remember the ferocious fire of certainty behind those golden eyes of hers at that moment. "I will do what is best for the people." Caine softly smiled at this. "So, do I."
And just like that, time went on, months passed, Creating a new stage, a new board for all of its players.
âBut, it is just an illusion we make to hide behind the mask of our own vulnerability.â
This question was aptly directed to a entity clad in a full skintight synthetic black armor with metal accents. A parallel prototype of the crime-predicting project which enhances its militaristic and strategic applications. "Won't you, my knight?"
She stood on her toes and planted a light kiss at the portion where his mouth should be. "As always, Solla." He gave a small nod while taking a hold of her hand. She brightly smiled at this as she pulled him with excitement. "Let's go, Crux." With that notion, he followed her without objections and complete compliance, because she was the most important thing to him.
Watching over their departure...
"Complete memory wipe." Caine noted while gazing at the screen. "But at the same time, inputting a new one." The Prime Minister turned off the screen and closed his eye. "She wanted him." The General nodded in understanding as he looked at Teleus. "She is not innocent as she appears to be." He noted as the memory of Crux being shot by Project Zero returned to his mind along with the notion of being overwritten. "No one is ever innocent."