“First, I would like to go to the Floating City. Could you take me there?” I ask.
“Of course! That’s what I’m here to do!” AZ4 replies cheerily. The Sky Pirates seemed glad to finally get going. They led me onto their Sky Ship, and we were on our way.
***
It didn’t take long to get there. It was exactly like I imagined it–which couldn’t be a coincidence. I step out of the Sky Ship– yep, definitely been here before. AZ4 tells me everything I need to know. “We need to head to the tall, white skyscraper in the middle of the city. That’s where we’ll find the people with the most power in this city,” they explain. It’s reassuring to have them by my side. But I have a bad feeling…I should do this alone.
“Couldn’t you just wait for me here?” I ask. AZ4 looks horrified.
“What? I can’t do that! I’ll come with you! I can be of help!”
“I know, but maybe they’ll be too intimidated by you, and then they won’t be willing to talk to me.” That stumped them.
“I could just watch from the sidelines?” they suggest.
“No–just wait for me here. I’ll have a chat with them and get back to you as soon as I can,” I insist, putting on my most confident face. “Don’t worry,” I say, giving them a hug and patting them on the back. I pull away. “Wish me luck!” and off I went.
***
I finally arrived at the main building. I went inside, and the receptionist looked up. But after looking at my face, he was stunned. “You…!” he choked out. “How did you survive? The higher-ups definitely confirmed that yo–” suddenly, he smacks his hand on his mouth. “I-I mean, hello! Welcome to the Center! How may I help you today?”
I peer at him, dismayed. “Dude, I’m not just going to ignore what you said earlier. What did you mean about higher-u–”
“I said nO SUCH THING!” he howled, desperately trying to cover up my question. The phone rings, and he seems very relieved. “Hello…! Yes, I have something very shocking– yes… no, but just listen… you won’t believe…” he turns away, and I can no longer hear his voice anymore. Finally he puts the phone down, and plasters a fake smile on his face. “The higher-ups would like to meet you!” he informs me with mock politeness. Well, that surprisingly worked out well. I wanted to meet them too! He told me to go on the elevator, and go to the highest floor. The building was enormous, so it took quite a while. When I finally got there, the door opened, and–CLICK! There were guns pointing at me from all directions. I step back and raise my hands up, palms out. What is going on?
“Well, well, well…the communist fanatic lived.” A large, black chair turns, revealing a short, stout woman in a navy suit. She fixes her pointed glasses and looks me up and down. “Not so much as a scratch… you are quite extraordinary. How did you manage that, while falling 20,000 feet from the sky? Although you had the treatment…” she exclaims, fascinated. “I knew the others were too soft. Just because they didn’t want blood on their hands… guns are always the most efficient tool to get rid of nuisances like you.” She pulls out a handgun from her waist, and points it at my head.
“WAI–”
BOOM!
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