And slowly, out walked a petite woman. Benjamin surveyed her to be not less than 30 years old, with a busty frame and short bobby black hair.Her expression was fierce and resolute, mixed with a bit of contempt and lines of anger that criss crosed her face. As if she was the type of woman to fire her assistant for being one second late to the corporate meeting she planned just this morning.She didn't say anything at first, and Benjamin looked to Bradley for confirmation."Linda?" asked Bradley, confirming her identity to Benjamin. "What the fuck are you doing?!""I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Captain. You were one of my favorites," she said softly, maintaining her hard expression."What?"She turned to Benjamin. "Mr. Benjamin. Your reputation precedes you.""Reputation? I am flattered, but what reputation do you speak of?" inquired Benjamin."You have met my boss. I am aware you have also threatened him explicitly."Boss, is she talking about the agent that infiltrated his

"False? Is that so? As I have the facts, you were in charge of the assault, Mr. Benjamin." she answered after a few seconds. "And who gave you those facts, Ms Linda? Adin Moss?" asked Bejamin. Linda, as if realizing her folly in saying too much, went mute once again."You know, you can't take the both of us," warned Benjamin, activating [Martial Arts] and assuming a dragon fist pose. Bradley remained rooted to his spot, in tune with his weapon."In 3,2,1-"Benjamin lunged for her back pockets, but she sidestepped him quickly, her left knee waiting to collide with his strong jaw.Bradley shot twice, disrupting her movements to dodge, allowing Benjamin to recover with a handstand that launched him upwards, and coming back down, activating [Enhanced Body] with a bicycle kick.Linda wouldn't be able to react in time to completely dodge, and in a strange movement, she used her left her to reach for her back pocket, and utilized her right forearm in the position of a defense block.Benjami

"Can he be saved?" he asked PAYTON. "If he must be, time is of the essence" advised PAYTON. As with Kirkland, Benjamin wondered about the risk of saving the man before him without knowing if the weapon had been effective in aborting the system. "Him? He's already dead" lied Benjamin. "No! You're wrong." Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?" he started, kicking the body around. "You asshole. Stop!" Benjamin stomped on the man's wrist before eyeing Linda. "You don't seem to understand, Ms Linda. You're not in any position to make demands" relayed Benjamin. "His life is in danger. Any second fro m now--" she murmured. "Before we take this any further" started Benjamin. "The card. Explain." "I will. After ---" "There is no after. There is only a yes, or a no." Linda took a heavy breath. "And what happens of you don't fulfill your end of the deal?" "I suppose that would be your luck, for being on the losing position. Now, are we doing this or not?" hurried Be

"I think we've wasted enough time. So, the rest of the answers, if you please." Linda bit her lips and made to help the pilot off the sands. She threw her arm under one of his as support. "The card was connected to his System" she started. "We knew that already" replied Benjamin impatiently. "The question is how?" "There's a skill called [Here's My Card]. It grants System Abilities to any designated Star Alliance card" explained Linda. That sounds awfully close to something PAYTON had said earlier, thought Benjamin. An Avatar skill for the Vice President of the Ivy Leagues, Michael. "PAYTON?" asked Benjamin. "[Here's My Card] is indeed one of the System's skills" answered PAYTON. "Not classified this time, I see" replied Benjamin. "The skill name has already been stated by another party. Therefore, I can confirm it to you, Master Benjamin. Otherwise, it would have remained classified." "A skill that I should have found out the name on my own, eh?" asked Benjamin, fascinated.

"You too Bradley" Benjamin pointed to Captain Bradley, who walked over to find himself on the third seat. Benjamin poured himself a drink from the empty wine bottle.He took a sip, smacked his lips, and spoke after setting the glass down: "I suppose you want an explanation, for all this" he said to none of them in particular.None of them replied for a few seconds, and he added: "Or maybe it's just as well to let you Bradley. Dismiss your men, you all return to the precinct, and by tomorrow, this will all be the remnants of some nightmare hangover you haven't had in years."Bradley was the first to speak."It's already too late for that" he replied anxiously.""I don't think so. What makes you say that?""You can't just leave me hanging!" he cried. "I followed you, willingly, I might add, throughout a car chase, a shootout, and the rest of that mumbo jumbo that was going on.""So you deserve a reward, is what you're saying?" Benjamin studied him."Fuck yeah, I do. I risked my life.""