Spy Mage System

113 The First Base

“First we will hit up his first base,” he chattered as though he was conversing with himself about something that we could definitely know about him. He stood up from his seat before he turned towards us once more.

Unexpectedly, he hit the first button and it showed some kind of higher perspective of this organized base with loads of vehicles coming all through it and there was a structure at the furthest finish of it that was illuminated from inside showing certain individuals going all through it. There was this zipping sound of metal against metal that made everybody’s heads turn towards it as they generally paid attention to it.

I looked as we were all quiet before Fulton hit a couple of additional buttons on his remote and out of nowhere, he changed to some sort Google Earth type stuff where you have those a lot of various urban communities surrounding around a focal spot as though they were associated with it by scaffolds or something to that effect. Unexpectedly, every one of the structures on every one of the bases illuminated individually as they came all through it in this exceptionally bustling manner until there were many lights flickering on and off with a consistent murmuring sound from them that came from the base as it was on full power or something to that effect.

“Yeah, I don’t know why they do that,” Fulton heaved out in disdain as though he was unable to remain to take a gander at it any longer, hitting one button and making every one of the lights go dark and the screen returned to the elevated perspective of the first base. “Now, I have the road of the spot so we can ideally arrive fast.”

He switched off the screen and put down in his seat. “But, we really want to rest and only quiet down briefly in light of the fact that we’ve been going around like chickens, am I right?” he said, fully supported by nods. He grinned, “Awesome, but first let me lead you folks to our food court.”

He strolled past us, as fervor went through my face. A food court would be wonderful after the running we had quite recently finished and finally taking some time to focus on that energy.

We as a whole followed behind him as we went through this long passage where I noticed that our shoes were all standing out before us, staring back at us as I tracked with behind the others with my eyes thinking to and fro from my shoes to Fulton’s feet as we as a whole strolled through the passage.

As we strolled through the passage, there was a light toward the finish of it where I could see two different passages that fan out every which way but there were no lights within them. They were totally dull, aside from where I could see a few stages driving down to the base.

“When are we going to see the food court?” Vicki asked Fulton as she followed behind me with her arms got over her chest.

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Fulton halted and turned his head around towards her before he answered. “Before long, Vicki, soon,” he expressed, winking at her as she smiled at him while Nikki recently snickered.

Yet again he headed back in the other direction and kept on strolling as we as a whole followed behind him. But he was correct, it was soon in light of the fact that as we turned, our eyes managed with what gave off an impression of being an eatery that had a few brilliant lights balancing down above it while different lights draped down from the roof too.

“Ahh yes!” Malachi yelled, hopefully managing with a blissful chuckle. “Food.”

“At long last!” Vicki expressed energetically as she looked as every other person did likewise. “Okay, what do you folks need first?” he asked, as Malachi focused on his hands expectation of the food being served.

Malachi smiled, “Oh rapture... I’m starving!”

“Me as well,” Nikki said with her own enormous smile all over as she kept on thinking to and fro among Malachi and Vicki.

Vicki just remained there briefly as she considered what she needed to arrange first.

“I’d take the Panda Express,” she said, as we as a whole mumbled in a shocked design before she proceeded, “Or... a Panda Express!”

She snickered uproariously as we as a whole turned towards her. We were all gazing at her unamused briefly before I pivoted and checked Malachi out.

“You could do without Panda Express?” I inquired.

He shook his head, as she gazed back at us happily but immediately understood no one was precisely intrigued.

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We were taken to our transitory room as the time proceeded but now was the following day, the day to track down Quesada. Fulton called us from the room and into the weapons room, or anything you call it. We sat down as Fulton kept on keeping himself on his feet, and he appeared to be very worn out in his dress. He had changed into some pants with his standard cowhide coat over them that I’ve seen him wearing many times as of now.

“OK, today is the day that we made our first step into tracking down Quesada,” he said as he took out a remote from his pocket and grasped it. Out of nowhere, the screen on the wall illuminated and showed every one of the bases that we had previously seen before we had begun this entire thing.

“First one, this,” he expressed, highlighting the first base on the screen. It showed the structures illuminating individually until unexpectedly they all went out without a moment’s delay and the screen went dark for a couple of seconds before it gradually started to grow dim from obscurity to blue, then returned to the higher perspective of the base.

He then pushed on one button and unexpectedly it was illuminated with individuals going all through it and the zipping sound of metal against metal once more. “I disdain that sound,” I murmured.

Nikki laughed from close to me, gazing toward me with a smile all over as she kept on thinking this way and that from me to Fulton as he kept on talking. “We as a whole do, but this will be the mark sound of viewing as the base okay? How about we move.”

We were driven beyond the base to a major van that was dark with dim colored windows, so you could scarcely see out of them. There were four seats on each side, but just two of them were involved by Nikki and I with Fulton taking the secondary lounge. “Who’s driving?” September inquired.

“No one, this drives itself,” he said, as episodes of air emerged from my mouth. I went to him, causing a stir while he grinned at me before he talked once more. “Gina, take us to this direction: 62° 42′ 0.000″ N, 30° 20′ 0.000″ E.”

A guide showed up on the screen inside the vehicle that showed a lot of lines circumventing it in various ways. “Get comfortable children,” he said with a laugh. “Take in the scenery.” Out of nowhere the vehicle started to hurry away from us at a decent speed while I heard a boisterous shrieking noise of tires as we sped towards the directions that Fulton had given us.

The van floated into a street that was loaded up with trees with green leaves and trees covered with red leaves, causing all that to show up as though it was shrouded in blood. But as we got increasingly close to the timberline, I could see structures showing up from behind the trees and a few different settlements that were by the side. As we drove, I noticed how enthusiastic the roads were, with vehicles blaring all day long. The sound of motors passing by the vehicle some way or another felt unwinding and quieting, some way or another mitigating even as I kept on gazing at the structures that were showing up before us from behind the trees.

The sun was at that point setting when we arrived at the directions that Fulton had given us and I looked as the structure uncovered itself to an ever increasing extent, until unexpectedly we were passing through a gate with the word ‘Welcome’ written in a red textual style with white lettering on top of it as we pulled up to a vacant parking garage.

“Is this the base?” Greg asked, checking Tisiah out.

“Not precisely,” Fulton replied. “It’s not intended to be a base, but Quesada recently procured that way.”

Greg nodded in acknowledgment before he said something different. “So... how can you approach tracking down him? Is it true or not that we must go out there and track down him ourselves or would someone say someone is here going to take care of us?”