The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 358: mr s

At a remote area in Southern Sparta, at one of the small towns.

2 figures walked along one of the streets of the dilapidated district. Compared to other districts in the Spartan republic, this was on a far lower level so it was not an exaggeration to call it dilapidated.

The 2 figures walking were dressed in black clothes from head to toe, and they were also covered in black hoods. Their huge boots made soft thudding noises on the street as they walked across.

Despite the odd dressing that these 2 people wore, the people in the surroundings hardly gave them a second look as they busied themselves with their daily activities.

From the figures outlined under the hood and the clothes, it was easy to make out that it was a man and a lady who was walking across.

They both kept silent like they were strangers to each other even though they walked together in perfect rhythm. On the mans hand was a small paper figurine, he pressed it with his thumb occasionally like he was playing casually.

Despite their calm and collected manner of walking, they didnt stop in any nearby building. They just kept walking down the street like they were homeless vagabonds who came for a stroll.

They walked back and forth through the street about 4 times, then they abruptly turned from the road to a corner like they suddenly received enlightenment from a hidden god.

All the buildings in this district were practically the same. Mostly 1 or 2 storied, not too sturdy foundations, a plain architectural design, and they were all grey painted.

Due to this, it was hard to distinguish one building from the other unless you were a local of the town.

As soon as the 2 hooded fellows turned, they walked to the front of one of the grey-painted buildings. This one was among the rare ones that were not a story building, but rather just a plain small building.

Knock! Knock!

The man went forward and gently knocked on the door twice. He waited a bit, knocked once, waited another few seconds, before knocking again twice. After this, he went back and waited.

Codename?

A voice suddenly reverberated out of the building, it sounded cold and unfeeling. It sounded ethereal also like it didnt belong to this world.

Mr. Black. The hooded man answered simply.

As soon as he answered, 2 small ports opened in the door where 2 sparkly but cold eyes glared at the both of them. It scrutinized them for a few seconds before retracting, then the door opened.

The hooded man did not say a word, he smoothly took a step inside the building. His female companion did not stay idle as she also followed.

They didnt greet the man who opened the door. Like they were strangers or even enemies, they just stood rigidly until the doorkeeper gave each of them a mask to wear.

They nodded at the doorkeeper before going inside. Inside the building was a very primitive restaurant, it was hard to believe that this was a restaurant still in use in this era.

It was in an ancient setting normally used back in the 21st century.

Getting a chair for themselves, both hooded fellows sat down. The restaurant was scanty, only about 3 or 5 people sat at various corners, doing different things.

After sitting down, the hooded fellows ordered a drink. They drank for 5 minutes. As soon as 5 minutes struck, the man on a hood fiddled with his paper figurine again before pressing it with his thump.

Suddenly, he stood up, put on his mask, and walked in the direction of the nearby kitchen. His female companion followed after putting on her mask too.

After getting to the kitchen, they quickly located the refrigerator. Opening it, what was inside was another thing entirely, it was a flickering teleportation door. Without hesitation, they both entered and closed the refrigerator door.

Warp!

When they opened their eyes, they were in a different place entirely. Unlike the dilapidated building where they stood before, this place was a marvel of technology.

Robots patrolled constantly, machines worked under the control of humans to deliver different goods, mostly weapons and ammunitions, few humans were in the corridor where the both of them appeared on.

Seeing this, without saying a word, the both of them quickly walked away with brisk steps. It didnt take much longer before they arrived at a long winding staircase leading upwards.

Climbing the staircase up, they arrived at a small room upstairs.

Knock! Knock!

Come in. A deep voice, the kind that can make human souls shiver reverberated from deep inside the room.

Without hesitation, both hooded fellows opened the door and entered inside. Not daring to look upwards, they both quickly kneeled before greeting and introducing themselves.

Good evening, Mr. S. This is Mr. Black.

Good evening, Mr. S. This is Miss Blue.

What took you so long?

After escaping, the experts from the Spartan army were right behind our tail. They didnt relent for days, so we didnt have any choice but to remain in hiding. We left after the search finally became loose.

Ok, what report do you have to make? The voice was still as deep as before, only a little more subdued and nonchalant now.

Vatican City.

The man who sat at the boss seat shifted visibly on hearing this; his voice suddenly became more solemn. Ive heard of what happened, but still give me your detailed report.

Yes, Mr. S.

Without wasting a single breath of time, the hooded man started recounting everything that happened during their attack against Vatican City and how all their forces were wiped off from the city.

The voice became even deeper all of a sudden. Youre telling me that all our forces have been wiped out of the city?

Yes, Mr. S. Im willing to take full responsibility. The hooded man who was still on his knees lowered his head further immediately.

The man on the boss seat took a deep breath. Forget about that, I want to know your real opinion and evaluation of the battle.

We were betrayed.

Mr. Ss eyes narrowed immediately. Who?

Minor Commander Tiver!

Ok, continue. Mr. Ss voice relaxed again, but the 2 hooded fellows before him knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Clark, the leader of the city is now a 3rd rank high-grade soldier.

I know.

The hooded man hesitated a bit. Mr. S, not just any 3rd rank high-grade soldier. My intuition tells me that Vatican City has produced another prodigy of the same level as Leonidas.

Silence suddenly descended into the room, Mr. Ss expression becoming grave. Are you sure?

Yes.

Then what is your suggestion?

Someone of my level can no longer assassinate him unless the leader plans to send more than 5 soldiers of my level for the assassination. The only alternative is if a soldier of your level, Mr. S, go personally for the assassination.

Mr. S keep quiet for some seconds before replying. Ill pass your information to the leader; hell make the decision. You can go now.

Thank you, Mr. S. Both hooded fellows said at the same time.

As they were almost at the door, Mr. S suddenly stopped them. About that Minor Commander Tiver, I want him dead in a week.

Yes, Mr. S.

[Thanks for reading.]