15 The Son of Soul Gear Part 15

"Goddammit, Clara, you had to do that," He fell onto his bed, "You had to make me explain e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g," He sat up and removed his new school jacket that Mr. Desportes had got him. He removed the bandage around his arm and put it next to him, on the bed. He checked his stitches. He shook his head and sighed.

"What actually happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your arm."

"Oh, yeah, well, the DSG found me, and well, it was just one person, Ms. Sasha, or that is what she went by."

"Miss?"

"Yeah, she was a new 'teacher' in the 2nd Siberian School of Soul Gear, she was clearly trying to find me, and well, she did, I don't know why she didn't come here, but something tells me that they knew what Ms. Sophia would offer me, maybe, maybe someone was here before hand."

"You are paranoid."

"Yeah, I guess so," A knock came on the door.

"Victor, Ms. Sophia wants to see you, now, don't ask why," It was Ms. Fiora, the swordmaster of the school, she didn't often talk to him, nor did he talk to her, he despised her class, he used to be very slow, before Clara made him kill himself during a week with an intense training routine, "I have to bring you there."

"Okay, one second," He grabbed his bandage and began wrapping it around his arm. Clara got up and helped him finish it. She kissed his cheek and went back to studying. He opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small, compact gun. Clara noticed it and pointed at it, "Don't worry, it isn't for Ms. Fiora or Ms. Sophia, it's for the DSG," He kissed her cheek and walked to the door, with his arm in a sling and his coat on one arm and the other side over his right shoulder. Ms. Fiora was waiting for him right outside of the room. She gestured with her head for him to walk in front of her, "What is this about?" He said as he continued walking.

"Two government officials showed up, they need to talk to you, about what, only god and them know."

"Okay, is it about the DSG?"

"It is bound to be about them," She said looking around resembling a paranoiac, "Ms. Sophia told me to come get you, and to stay with you."

"Okay, I don't care about that, I feel like it is a little weird that the government are here, now, just after the DSG attacked me."

"I agree with you, here, take this," She handed him a pistol, "You might need it."

"I have one," He lifted the back of his jacket revealing a gun on his belt, "HS-84, compact, 8 round magazine, I think I am fine."

"Okay then, it is yours, but just try not to get killed."

"Victor, these people want to talk to you."

"Ms. Sophia, is there a place where we can speak privately?"

"Um, yes, at the back, down the hallway, there is a meeting room."

"Thank you, Victor, follow us," It was a woman and a man, both in black formal clothes. He followed them into the meeting room. The man closed the blinds of the room and the woman began talking.

"We received reports that the DSG recently attacked you, shooting your arm," She began, "We need to put you and your SGT in security, away from the DSG's reach, I will ask you to give me your SGT."

"No."

"Please Victor, cooperate."

"No, it stays with me."

"Sir, hand over the SGT," The man spoke up and moved his arm forwards, lifting his sleeve. Victor noticed a tattoo, a full arm tattoo, the tattoo of members of the Followers of Soul Gear, an ally to the DSG. He knew of them because of research he had done before. He glared at the man, "Victor, hand it over."

"Did you really think that you could trick me, with that dumb tattoo, the FoSG, yeah, I am going to give it to you, so that you can give it to the DSG, huh, what do you mean? This is just a tattoo, a regular tattoo," He slapped away the man's hand, "Yeah, fuck off," The saw the man reach for a gun. He grabbed his HS-84, and fired two rounds, both piercing the man's chest. He dropped the gun and fell backwards, dead. Victor pointed the gun at the woman, "Victor sends you his regards, I know that your boss is listening, somehow, somewhere," He fired another round, it found it's mark in the middle of her forehead, she fell back and slammed her head on the table behind her. He kneeled down and ripped the man's sleeve, it was the FoSG's tattoo.

"Victor, what the hell happened?"

"Oh, Ms. Fiora, well, your grudge was right, FoSG members."

"Shit, this is bad, we need to get you somewhere safe, come with me, I'll deal with the report for this, but we need to get you out of here, you are a target."

"Yeah, but where?"

"I don't know, it will be your choice."

"I have an idea for you," They turned and saw Catherine, "If they are attacking him, they will attack Clara, sooner or later."

"Okay, and you are thinking about?"

"I can ask my father to find him a home near the palace."

"I think that it would work."

"I'll tell him that it is for a friend," She explained, "He should be safe."

"I will bring that idea to Ms. Sophia, but don't tell Clara, we can't have her knowing that."

"Okay."