Curse The Mainframe! 391 Hard Headed

Jim grabbed the woman tossed to him, and the rest of his subordinates split in different ways as they made to divert the attention of the people who were there to attack.

They were more than willing to die for the safety of the company.

As his subordinates diverted the attention to them, Jim took the woman and quickly re-entered into the headquarters with the woman. He needed her alive not just because he was saving a fellow member, but also because he needed her to report about what had happened exactly.

Hopefully, her state of unconsciousness was not too deep. If possible, perhaps Hadrian would be able to wake her up.

If not, then… Jim would have to make a move himself. If he damaged her mind irreparably, at least she had died saving the company…

Entering the lift, Jim took it all the way to the bottom before he fiercely jammed the doors, not allowing it to close, and thereby not allowing it to go back up.

He would be d.a.m.ned if those people took the lift to get down to where he was.

Clutching the woman, he quickly ran back to the security room where his last subordinate was.

Hopefully, the rest of his subordinates would be able to hold on until they got backup.

He had faith in them, and now that the enemies were out in the open, their evasion and other techniques should be able to hold them off and buy them some time until more people got there.

"Hadrian!" Jim hissed, "Open up!"

"What's the pa.s.sword?"

"Oh, for f.u.c.k's sake!" Jim groaned in sheer exasperation, but still dutifully recited the pa.s.sword that they had 'agreed on'.

The so-called pa.s.sword was just a joke that they were making, but who knew that this newbie would take it seriously? Luckily, he still remembered what it was. If it was any of his other subordinates, they might have already forgotten it.

"Tom jumps over the wheelbarrow, then trips and knocks his teeth out."

In hindsight, that joke was not as funny as it had been while they made it. Especially now.

The door opened after an excruciatingly long time.

Jim hurriedly hurtled his body into the room, not caring about anything else. He dumped the woman who he had previously been carrying on his shoulder on the ground, not worrying about banging her up at all. After all, she was unconscious.

"Wake her up. Also, next time, don't bother about things like this in the time of emergencies!"

Hadrian proceeded to gently wake her up under the rolling eyes of his superior, who thought that the teen was too gentle. However, he didn't say anything. If he wanted the woman to be cooperative when she woke up, then this was the easier way.

The teenager closed his eyes, placing his hand on her head, but after a while, there was still no visible change in her mental state.

After a while, Hadrian shook his head at Jim. "Can't do anything. She's totally out cold."

Jim frowned fiercely, but there was nothing he could do. He would have to forcefully invade her brain, then.

"Sound the alarm," he said, but before his words could completely get out, there was other sounds of banging on the door.

Jim frowned. Could it be that his subordinates were back already? Did they manage to defeat the enemy? It wasn't likely at all.

Before he could instruct Hadrian on what to do, Hadrian had already walked up to the door and opened it.

Jim's heart leapt into his throat.

This little idiot!

When he said not to bother about the pa.s.sword at times like this, it was only in the case when he could hear the voice of the person at least! Who in their team didn't know about this procedure!?

But this Hadrian had only joined them a month ago, and he was still too green!

The door had already opened at this time, and it was too late for Jim to berate him.

The heavy metal door that used a lot of strength to pull open immediately slammed open backwards without any warning, causing Hadrian to knock his head against it hard and end up being knocked out cold.

Inside strode what looked like a young man, and Jim was already ready. He knew there was no way his subordinates would have totally ignored the protocol in a situation like this.

A flash of green light surged forward and drowned out the person that was standing at the door, and Jim hurled his body backwards as he made his way to the panic b.u.t.ton that would alert the rest of the headquarters.

As he did it, he threw a good amount of magic at the intruder, trapping the other person in an illusion that would put him in the opposite direction of the place where he was currently at.

Jim was very anxious, and he felt like things weren't going well. There was already an intruder in the headquarters. He had to alert them!

Just as his hand was about to slam on the b.u.t.ton, his wrist was gripped in a tight grip, and he couldn't move it at all.

Undeterred, Jim threw his other hand forward, then his forehead, but each of his attempts were stopped before they could make contact.

How was he not lost in his illusion?!

Jim tried to entrap the other's mind in his own, but he felt a feeling of it being shattered, as if the person had broken through his wall before he even started, leaving him stumped.

At this point, there was nothing else he could do.

He looked at the person who invaded and was instantly stunned.

The teen was dressed completely in black, with tightfitting clothes and a similar black blindfold that covered his eyes. Only the bottom of his face was left unhindered.

On his lips, there was a smile that was so gentle Jim almost started to doubt himself about whether or not this person really had bad intentions.

Then, his brain came back online. Of course he didn't have any good intentions!

A chill went down his spine. This was a Spectre; he was sure of it! That dressing style, that style of combat…

This was very important news, and he had to get it out. His determination was renewed as he threw his forehead forward, hoping to catch the teen off guard.

But it was in vain as the intruder slammed his head against his' causing Jim to instantly black out.

His last thought was, 'How could his head be harder than mine…'

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Alec clicked his tongue as he looked down at the fallen figure of the supposed team leader. The man was both decisive and quick on his feet, and sufficiently ruthless, but what he didn't expect was…

Why in the world did he try and commit suicide by slamming his head on Alec's…? Even now, he didn't feel anything at all.

Behind Alec, a figure rose from the ground, almost like a marionette with bad joints. It was almost haunting.

She moved forward like a ghost, as if she was floating across the ground without touching it.

She hovered over Alec's shoulder, before she clicked her tongue. "Tsk, Boss. You couldn't even leave any for me. I had such a good plan!"

Alec smiled faintly, looking at her, and Rosabel felt a chill go down her spine at the unreadable look.

She stepped back with her hands up, pouting. "Well, that's that, then."

Alec's gaze rove over the two unconscious people in the room, as his eyes lingered briefly on the person who had opened the door.

"Bring him up and detain him," Alec said, nodding at the person further away.

Surprised, Rosabel looked at him, but didn't say anything to contradict his orders. Instead, she just saluted solemnly as the previous humour disappeared from her face.

She grabbed Hadrian and disappeared, while Loeri jumped down from its usual spot, landing on Jim's face.

"This one… he's not tasty," Loeri said bluntly, sounding sad.

Alec's lips twitched. "Can you use your spores on him?"

Loeri shook its head, feeling sad. "He's not appetizing, and he's also not tasty!"

Alec raised a brow. This was the first time that Loeri had ever given such a comment about someone. Perhaps it had something to do with his Magitype.

Feeling no loss, Alec reached forward and twisted his head, snapping his neck cleanly without causing extra pain.

Then he leaned forward and looked properly at the various screens in front of him seriously.