Chapter 6: Coming back to life.
Jefferson smiled silently.
Maria saw the sudden awkward expression on Sarah and sharply caught the subtleties on actions appearance.
She put the hand n her mouth and widened her eyes "You two separated? Why?"
Jefferson patted Mariah's back. "Let me do a quick check up first, then you'll catch up to everything."
"Haaaa. Okay" She sighed and nodded but her eyes were clearly telling him how stupid she thought he was for letting Sarah go.
He ignored it with a shallow laugh and put his ear to her back. She was thin because of the coma diet. He could hear her breathing and heart just fine. He could feel essence inside of her, it was not like his own. It was more calm and stable.
He checked her muscles nerve's reaction and every basic sense. 'Her voice is normal. No signs of atrophied muscles."
'The method Léo gave is really useful.'
He smiled again and pulled her in a hug. "You're fine mom. I'll go down to that cafe near here and bring us some sweets. Sarah and the girls will tell you of everything that happened until now."
Bella was still sobbing and sniffling on Maria's lap. He patted her hair too and smiled "I"ll come back in twenty minutes"
Maria kept her eye on him right until his back disappeared downstairs.
Then she alternated looking between Sarah and Raquel."What the hell happened!? You two always competed for him and suddenly neither of you are with him!?"
"I-I never compete for anything," Raquel said coldly, but her stutter let out the truth
Sarah widened her eyes and pointed at Raquel as if she solved the DaVinci code. "So that's why you always been a bitch to me!"
They started to discuss, Bella chuckled after sobbing with her head on Maria's lap. Maria smiled but she couldn't take the expression of Jefferson out of her mind. 'What did he go through?'
***
Jefferson walked out to see the four-man still tied up, with two other cops questioning and putting them on the polices cars.
The leader with a bullet wound more than the others laughed a the sight of Jefferson.
"You'll pay for this, you should've just received your beating quietly."
Jefferson stopped, took out a cigar and lit it up. All while staring a the man. He looked a the cops, with a friendly smile.
"I'm Raquel's brother, can I have a talk with these guys before you take 'em away?"
"Y--Yes of course." The cop nodded and, even walked away.
The four-man was already mashed together on the back of the truck sitting on their asses, with arms and legs tied.
"How did you know I was going to be here, who sent you, And is there more to come?" Jefferson asked and threw the cigar's ashes on the nearest man.
They kept silent.
'These people came here to beat the will out of me. Isabella might've used me, but she knows I wouldn't be put down by this level. It isn't her....'
"It's Isabella's family, right? The one who sent you." Jefferson asked with a gentle smile.
Still no answer. Only smirks.
Jefferson extended his hand to the knee of the nearest person, grabbed it tight with his five fingers and twisted it in one swift motion
"GIAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The man screamed as soon as the noise of cracking bones resounded and cold sweat streaked down his face.
Jefferson sighed "One leg is gone. You'll never be an agent again. Now, I'll count to ten and do it again."
The leader looked at the cops to the side. pleading for help. Jefferson noticed it and waved a greeting to the officer. "Hey, after this I'll go to the cafe, if you guys aren't in a hurry, I'll bring you something good. They awkwardly laughed and nodded.
Sweating profusely the face of the leader was still gloomy and ominous Jefferson sighed. and extended both hands, to his knees
"I'll talk! I'll talk alright!? Her elder brother got wind of your discussion and send us here to scare you so you give up the divorce! He even told us to bring the rifles but they have only one bullet each! it was just a beating . Please, please man! I have a family! I need this job!" at the end of his words, there were even snot and tears. He was trembling like a leaf in a storm.
"I asked you two more question."
"Tracking device! we bugged yours and Sarah's car just in case. Then we just predicted where you were going. And no, from what I know we're the only ones to receive this order." He stopped talking and looked pleadingly at Jefferson. The hands were still on his knee caps.
Jefferson nodded "Good I believe in you."
"Thank y-" "CRAC! CRACK!*
"GOAHHHHHH! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING, WHY???"
The man trembling from the pain of having his two kneecaps shattered screamed with tears in his eyes.
Jefferson didn't speak again, he just nonchalantly took the money out of their wallets after liting another cigarette, He smiled sheepishly "Sorry, forgot my wallet in the car."
The four stared wide-eyed. They have been shot, beaten, their leader was shot twice, and three knees were destroyed.
The leader of them shed tears of injustice
"What do we have to do with thaattt!?"
His tragic cry brought the angsty out of his coworker's heart and they bawled their eye out.
"Ugh!" So as to not see four grown men cry, Jefferson closed the trunk truck in a hurry. He waved to the astonished police officers and drove Sarah's Audi away.
Five minutes later he stopped and sat on a small table. a waitress came over and poured him a small cup of coffee. He smiled politely.
The waitress froze. His smile was too sincere, full of relief, he looked like a little boy who gained a cheek-kiss from his crush.
"C-Can I help you with anything else?" She asked.
"Can I get a kiss?" He asked.
She blushed, her heartbeat went astray "I-I-I'm w-work-"
Jefferson widened his eyes. "The candy." He said.
The girl stared.
"The little balls? Made with condensed milk? twenty or so will do."
Blushing deep red the girl nodded and went get it after stumbling on a nearby chair.
He chuckled and took his Cellphone out. Numerous thoughts passed through his mind.
Léo had told him everything of how the 'Alliance' worked, including what it takes to upgrade the planet's class. below the working class, the planet is considered worthless and is dismantled for its goods. While in the working class, the planet earns the right of trade and is treated in a similar way the government treats its farmers. They recruit strong people and people with potential and take them away while taking a tax in every trade that the planet does.
To accomplish Léo demand, first, he needed t secure his own planet.
The memories of his fights in the wilderness and his crew dying flashed by his eyes. 'I cannot lead anymore... But I have to build a reasonable force. to meet the quota of the alliance...'
To be considered a "working class' Race, the planet has to have either have a thousand combatants within the 'Yellow' class or a hundred in the 'Violet class. By universal standards, the Yellow class is the weakest combatant lifeforms and the violet is a level above.
'Humanity has to have that force in one year...But to raise that kind of force amidst power struggles and domain competitions.'
He fought five years inside P1. The cases of people competing for grand achievements And coupled with numerous powers backing different soldiers in the shadows for exclusive benefits caused countless battles to occurs and a horrendous amount of unnecessary casualties
Jefferson was confident that if one-third of the fights didn't happen they'd be four times more advanced than they are now.
'I need to find specific people... people that won't be tempted by short term rewards...people who have a tough mind...?'
Jefferson opened the message Supreme commander Reis sent him and tapped the list of jobs available on the soon to open P1-city.
'General... Mayor...Industries manager... leader of law enforcement...this won't do.'
An Idea fleshed by his mind and he typed a simple message "I want to be a professor on The Hunter college Institute. I'll teach biology and Hunting."
An answer came right away.
"On your time, you all fought with weapons and your own body, but these new kids are 'awakened' with magic and stuff, they are quite the cocky bunch, are you sure you want to do it?"
As simple as he was, Jefferson, smirked "Yes." He sent.
***
An old man with a robust body and combed white hair was looking out of the windows, a group of five young men was throwing fire with their hands in an open space and laughing merrily.
They were right beside a group of young man and woman training the hand to hand combat and firearm knowledge. Some of them looked on with disdain to the other side, talks of how the new age fighter had come and that people without skills mus retire started to spread. Fights and bullying.
His cellphone rang, and the old man saw the simple answer. Picturing that asshole, the old man laughed.
"You're finally coming back."
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