Spy Mage System

174 The Forgiveness

“You know,” Greg started out saying, “I’ve never seen you act like that before.”

“Never?” I said, looking at him with an angry expression on my face.

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “I’ve never seen you like that.”

I looked back up to the sky as the sun shone down on us through the leaves of the trees around us. “I guess I could say the same,” I said, turning my direction towards Greg.

“I guess you could.” Greg said in a low voice, “I’m sorry about everything too.”

“I guess you can say the same too.” I said in a low voice as well. “For which?” Greg asked as he looked at me. I looked at him back. “Both?”

Greg’s eyes widened for a moment and he began to smile as he took a deep breath, “Yeah,” he said finally.

I looked away from him and smiled back at the sun. “It’s just you seemed distant, changed. Silence in your mind.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Greg said with a shake of his head. “We used to do everything together. Everything seemed so much better than it is now.”

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“That only happened because you found a new friend. Popularity,” I said. “And it seemed as if it was your best friend, more than me.”

Greg took a deep breath again as we kept walking forward. “It’s just hard to forget about that.” He said after another moment of silence.

“And what do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Back in Russia. Dealing with Rocke, the FBI, all those things,” he said, taking a deep breath. “It just broke me.” I nodded, and then chuckled, “I’m sorry about that too.”

Greg turned his face towards me and frowned. “You’re not sorry for anything.” He said as he looked back up at the sky again. “I am, I really am,” I said as I looked at him, “I’m sorry for everything too.”

“But you’re not sorry for pushing me against that locker?” Greg asked as he looked back up at the sky.

“No,” I said with a nod, “I’m not sorry for that. That was kinda funny to be honest.” Greg laughed with me, as I elbowed him in the shoulder, but I could feel his body trembling under my touch as he held it against my hit.

We kept walking as silence hung over us in the air. Finally Greg spoke up again. “We used to be the best of friends. Now we’re nothing but two people who are stuck on the same high school,” he paused for a moment. “I don’t want this to be like it has been between us.”

“Well when something is broken, the only thing it can be is fixed,” I said, and Greg nodded, although he looked upset about what I had said. “Maybe this was the best thing that could have ever happened to us,” I said, although it hurt me as well. “We’ll be the best of friends again.”

“Maybe,” Greg said with a smile, then we went over and came into a hug, our bodies touching one another and our hands shaking slightly against each other’s backs. And we didn’t fight each other or anything anymore. We just let out all the hatred and anger that had been in our hearts for weeks.

“This feels much better,” I said, almost feeling a tear fall out of my eye, but Greg looked at me and gave me a sad look.

“But don’t forget what we used to be,” he said with a shiver in his voice, making me shiver as well as I hugged him tight. And I remembered those memories of being together as we had our fights with each other.

We left school together, and didn’t even look back at anyone. We just left as if we were running away from the world.

***

Today was the day that Masaru was going back home, and when the BMO was going to attack. Once I got into the room inside of YMPA, Mr. Drails immediately began to speak. “Alright, this could be the last day of your mission,” he said, looking at each and everyone of us, “you’ve seen your mission so far,” he continued, and we all nodded as we had seen it all before, “and now you have to fight against the BMO.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t end up becoming a complete war,” September said and Mr. Drails nodded, “but let’s hope that we can finish this mission successfully.”

“I wish I could say the same,” I said with a smile on my face, “but I think we’re going to lose.”

“Don’t think it that way,” Mr. Drails said, “if we lose then we lose, but if we win then we win.”

“But what if we can’t win?” I asked.

“Then we’ll try to do our best,” he said with a shrug. “We will definitely try to win. Now get ready.” But then all of a sudden, he created a portal under us as we dropped down onto what seemed to be a porch. “Of course he does that,” Malachi said, but then realization came to our heads. We were in front of the JSA door.

Not the mansion.

Didn’t we need to protect Masaru, why were we dropped here, and why wasn’t he with us? We looked around, but then suddenly the door opened and a person came out of it. “Hello?” We heard the voice call out from the doorway. “Masaru is that you?”

Not even close, it was actually B.

“Mr. Drails sent you guys right?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, because we need to finalize a plan to stop the fake convoy,” B said, as we walked inside of the house. “The convoy is going to take off from the base in less than half an hour,” he added.

“So we need to get to the base and stop them from taking off,” Malachi said with a frown, and B nodded as he looked at Malachi. “Exactly,” he said. “And we need to find where their weak spot is.” I nodded but confusion was still racing through my mind. “How would they have a weak spot?” September asked.

“I don’t know,” B replied, but he had a smirk on his face as if he did know exactly what he was talking about. “I don’t know how they would have a weak spot,” he said again. “How about we let them take off, but then attack them once they’ve just parked during the ride to their base? If they have any weakness then it has to be in that area,” B said with a shrug, and we nodded in agreement with his plan.

“Perhaps that could work,” I said, “but why do you have to stop them from leaving?”

“Because we need to be sure that they don’t leave,” B said as he looked at me. “They do, they get Masaru. If we don’t stop them, then he won’t be able to get to his family.” I nodded, thinking about how scared he would be, how scared he probably is now.

“Now, I need you guys to be careful,” B said as he turned to us, “because the convoy will be loaded with weapons and stuff, and I don’t want any of you getting shot.” We all nodded. “I’ll have our men ready for this mission because a lot of lives depend on it,” B said.

“I understand,” Malachi said with a nod, “but who will be going? The JSA?” B nodded and looked at us. “Or do you want one of us to go?” He shook his head as he looked at me. “No, I need you to stay here for this mission.” We all looked at each other and shook our heads at this as well.

“Alright, well it’s settled then,” he said as he turned around and walked through the hallway into a different room. We all followed after him until he turned to face us. “We have thirty minutes to prepare ourselves for this mission,” he said and then opened the door.

We stepped into the room and saw all the JSA members standing in there with their arms folded across their chest, looking at us with serious expressions.