Chapter 359.


    <strong>Chapter 359. Operation: Fatman (1/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaaah.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Negotiations had gone well with the Faceless gang. Despite them going well, I was exhausted. But, I still had a bunch of things to do. My preparations were far from over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d already departed from the Faceless gang’s repair shop and left Yuna in their care. I’d asked Lea for a fake te and put it over my current one. From here on out I’d be doing quite a number of sketchy things and I didn’t want my te to get linked to these events.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d already made a few pit stops. I’d stopped by home and picked up some things. I’d changed out my clothes and took a few extra sets along in case I needed them. I’d parked pretty far away and walked for a good while to make sure nobody was following me home. I didn’t stay long at home though. Right after I exined the situation and my n to Rosa, including what I needed her to do this time around, a daring smile formed on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why? It was because it’d been a while since we conducted an operation, Operation: Brainjack. She got thrills from danger, and she was more than happy to participate. I wasn’t going to go and act as if she needed me to protect her. I knew my ce. I’m not an assassin''s match. Even if the Swastika gang is dangerous, I have confidence Rosa knows her own limits.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Besides, what I needed her to do wasn’t anything that would put her life in mortal danger anyway. She would be perfectly safe in her role. All she needed to do was prepare things in advance for when the day of reckoning arrived.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She would be meeting up with me in a while to help me out with something else.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After home, I’d made another pit stop somewhere else and dropped something critical to my n off. I had to be extra cautious with this one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately, with it being a Sunday, I wasn’t able to do everything I needed to today, but I was at least able to set things up so I could make it happen tomorrow. With that troublesome preparatory step out of the way, all I had to do was await an email back from them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was critical things were sessful on this end as well otherwise everything would fall through and I’d need to rework the n from the ground up. However… I was confident that this side should go smoother than with Faceless.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though for now, that was on the back burner. I was already on to my next stop. It was 8:00 PM when I arrived at the university center.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Currently, I was waiting for Izora to show up. I’d sent her an email requesting to meet inside the university center. She was really taking her time to get here though.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I looked up from my phone I scanned my surroundings but my eyes stopped on someone I hadn’t expected to see here. I was still in disguise though so she should recognize me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was Ang. Why was she here sote on a Sunday? Had she been hoping to bump into me today and she waited till thiste? We did have that promise for the weekend, but I told her if I didn’t show up in the morning on the weekends, something likely came up. We’d met in the morning on Saturday before my shift for work where I got caught up in this mess.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah, not good. I was staring at her for too long. She’d stopped walking and turned her head my way when she felt she was being watched. I looked back down at my phone hoping she’d pay me no attention since I was in disguise still.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A minuteter I looked back up to see if she was still there. She was still stopped in the exact same ce scrutinizing me. Our eyes met for a moment, upon which, I looked back down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I kept my eyes glued to my phone for five minutes before I folded my arms across the table and buried my head in them to make it seem like I was taking a nap. I made it look as natural as possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With my eyes almost fully closed, I peeked through the gap between my crossed arms and confirmed she was still there. What the hell. After a minute she finally started to walk again. Only, she was headed straight for me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stopped directly in front of me then bent over the table. I felt her poke my hair. I raised my head up from the desk and red at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… sorry if I’m mistaken… but you resemble someone I know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to say anything. Her ears were too good, she’d see through my attempt to change my voice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I checked the time on my phone as I stood up and started to walk away. When I heard footsteps from behind me, it was pretty obvious she was following me. I led her away from the university center through the tunnels. Izora could show up at any time and I didn’t want to be caught together with Ang here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, why did you just get up and start walking away without saying anything?” Ang suddenly spoke up from behind me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m busy right now.” I still tried changing my voice a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two arms wrapped around me from behind. “Heheh, I knew, I wasn’t wrong, it was you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Why are your ears so good? This isn’t fair.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s with the disguise?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m helping someone out with something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Something? What exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rehearsing lines for a role in a movie.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A movie? You know an actor with a role in a movie?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s nothing major like what you might be thinking. They’re just ying a small role in a film one of their friends is making for fun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. I see. Where’s the person you’re helping though? Also… is it one of your girlfriends you mentioned?” It felt like I was being interrogated. Was she feeling a bit jealous right now? Well… for a celebrity losing out to someone else would probably be a blow to their pride.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They’re runningte, and no, it’s not one of my girlfriends.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is this why you didn’te today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, a lot of things came up earlier today. I couldn’t make it even if I wanted to. But what are you doing here thiste?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t have anything much nned for today. I was just rxing and I fell asleep in the museum this morning. It’s such a nice rxing ce. I only just woke up and was about to head home when I coincidentally came across you because I noticed you were looking at me differently from how others normally do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I need to figure out how to replicate the way normal people look at you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really do. You make it too easy to tell with how disinterested you look when you see me. You should look happier and smile at me more.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean to stroke your ego?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. My ego needs a lot of consistent stroking from my boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I refuse.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Of course you would. Honestly, I was hoping when I opened my eyes you’d be the first thing I saw. If I slept a bit longer, that might havee true.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, that definitely wouldn’t havee true, I had no ns to go to the museum.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? If you’re around, you should at least check the museum to see if I’m there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It should be closed and locked up by now. There’s no way you can get away with sleeping in there like you did Valentine’s Day every time, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, the security guards are big fans of mine. They then gave me a key to the museum after they caught me asleep inside a few times after closing time. They just asked that I lock up whenever I leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Seriously?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, that’s a benefit to being a celebrity.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is pretty unfair.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You want a copy of the key? I got one made in case I ever lose the original.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… sure.” It wouldn’t hurt to have it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She removed one arm from around me for a second as she stuck her hand into her pocket. A momentter, her arm returned to its original position with a key held up between her index finger and thumb.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I was about to take it from her, she let the key drop down into her palm and immediately balled her hand into a fist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You change your mind about giving it to me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’ll give it to you, but in exchange, I want to spend a bit of time together. It shouldn’t be a big deal for you to keep the person you were going to meet up with waiting a bit; they''re already runningter after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I guess it’s fine. They should let me know when they arrive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been pretty evasive about it. You said it wasn’t one of your girlfriends, but is it a guy or a girl?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would you get jealous if I said it was a girl?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pouted andined, “I’m a celebrity with tons of guys who dream of being with me, why would I get jealous if it’s a girl you’re meeting up with who isn’t even one of your girlfriends that you’re choosing to meet up with over me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, it is a girl.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not giving you the key anymore.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She repositioned herself to my side and wrapped both her arms around my left arm. She forcefully dragged me forward by the arm in the direction of the museum.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“For someone who says she’s not jealous, you sure sound like you’re getting jealous.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not jealous at all. Not even the tiniest bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ang had her own cute side.