The Universe Is Innately Just 215 Last Line Part Two

They swiftly turned toward the back part of the car and heard Fell's greeting. They relaxed their senses and sat back in their places with a sigh. Fell noticed the fatigue in their faces, and couldn't help but think about the time that pa.s.sed since they separated.

He didn't know the exact specifics of what they did inside of the mother factory. But from their weary faces, he couldn't help but imagine that It must've been a night filled with programing the internal system of the factories.

"How was the operation?", asked Fell after drinking a bottle he had taken from his spatial pocket.

The man opened his eyes, and huge black circles hung under his eyelids. He received the bottle of water from Fell and responded after ushering a sigh.

"Troublesome, and tiring but we've done the job. We've come up against a few troubleshooting experiences with the system, but a few hours of coding managed to help us redesign it. You see, Mother Factories weren't exactly meant for the purpose of executing a ma.s.s explosion."

As soon as he began speaking, his eyes lit up, and he seems to be revived from the realm of the dead. Regardless of his tiredness or his sleepiness, Fell couldn't help but recognize pa.s.sion in the man's eyes. As for the woman accompanying them, she didn't seem to be made of the same cut as the man, and she continued sleeping to recover from the night of work.

The road toward the central district was yet again traversed in one fell swoop with the engine screaming at their maximum output of power. The tires were made of a special material, the numerous rotations of the wheels were supported due to that. And even if smells of burned tires, and the long trail left on the road, they seemed to be resistant and could keep going like this for a long time.

Before long, they arrived in front of the first place where they had stopped. It was the Mother Factory closest to the central district; the vehicle stopped in their tracks when they arrived there.

From afar, he had noticed two small figures waiting by the side of the road. And as he arrived in front of them, he recognized the feature of the other pair of individuals that had gone inside the Mother Factory. Their faces, a mask of tiredness from the numerous past hours of work.

They silently grabbed the stuff they used to reprogram the Mother Factory's system and hopped inside of the vehicle rejoining Fell and the other pair. The group was finally complete, and the journey toward the central district was resumed. The engine roared, and the wheels turned into incandescent suns that rotated at max speeds.

Before long, just as they could see the walls of the central district from afar with the many lighted building and skysc.r.a.per. Fell couldn't help but ask a question; his youthful yet calm voice broke the silence that had taken hold of the vehicle during the last dozens of minutes.

"What about the other highways?", he asked with his eyes flas.h.i.+ng. Puzzlement appeared in the faces of the individuals that opened their eyes. And one of them, the pa.s.sionate one named Charles, answered in an unhurried tone.

"If what you mean by that is if there are other teams like this one. Then, yes."

"The other highways that led to the Core have been taken care of by other teams. There exist eight Mother Factories in the Core, and we have taken care of the two accessible from West Highway."

An expression of comprehension flashed on Fell's face, and he left an understanding "oh" escape from between his closed lips.

He spoke a little bit with the man name Charles, and through conversing about the mundane matter of the city. He killed the last few minutes of the journey and expressed his farewells when they pa.s.sed through the tunnel that led to the central district.

The light around them disappeared, and Fell could feel many electromagnetic signals pa.s.s through his body. He turned a blind eye to it as he knew it was just the normal procedure of the city. Before he even noticed, the luminous sky of New Casablanca appeared in his eyes the moment they left the tunnel.

At the first intersection, he nodded toward the silent team of researchers and jumped out of the vehicle without waiting for their answers. Only Charles noticed his departure, and he raised his hand and flashed Fell silent good luck with a thumb up before falling back to his sleep.

The moment Fell's leg touched the floor, he turned into a blurred ghostly figure and traversed the city in the direction of the police department. Under the hurry, he darted through the few streets that separated him from the police center in a minute. He only slowed down when he arrived a few meters away from the front door of the police office.

As it was nearly dawn, he couldn't help but have his ears drawn to the sound that escaped from the police department. He stepped inside, and a familiar brouhaha a.s.saulted his senses, the same heads were still latched on their office. The faces, albeit awaken, were clearly tired and the all-nighters the officer had pulled was physically wearing them down.

A lot of them didn't even notice Fell, who was traversing the room. It was only when he arrived in front of the elevator that he felt a sight latch on his back, he turned around before penetrating inside of the metallic box. He noticed that It was the man that he had met on the last floor, right before he partic.i.p.ated in the reunion of the higher-ups to prepare the defense of the city.

He greeted the man who threw him a half-a.s.sed salute. The jaded man then turned around and continued whatever he had been doing while ignoring Fell.