CHAPTER 10 — Client from Trams : Part 1

"Tough luck. " Grudges Jason, he smashes a rocking punch on his curved thighs.

"Is Phantom Accolades live here" Dashing cool stylish guy knocks at the door. While standing at the doorstep they could view him. He looks royal and kind of a respected fella. Robbed in black suit, black baggies enfold the legs. His nightshade goggles add some serious spice to his looks.

"Yeah, they did. But who are you?"  Azin, volte-face the lad. Who did appear more sophisticated, Brown sockets weirdly trivializing him.

"I am their customer. " He replied in a more respected tone. Sways to the guy that had just now twitched his eyes from trivial weird to positive sanguine.

"Welcome, welcome Sir. Noel, brew some tea for our guest" With an applauding smile the guy offers a seat. He rested on the chair that is placed in front of a desk. At the rear to which there lies another chair. Both were leather rolling chairs. Organize for the comfort of both customer and the seller.

"There's no sugar" miffs she.

Due to that unsolicited remark, the guy's fairy smile swirls into Lion's flare. Though he somehow able to mask it after a couple of seconds. "Ok! So no sugar. But you can say it in a rather polite manner" Feigned simper beams in at Noel.

"No—no"  He spurns his palms in rejection, eyes seeming irritated. "it's alright, I don't want tea.  I am here to anent the problem I am in"

"Pray tell us, Sir? "

"We are residing inside a town, named Trams. It's a small town but all of us were wealthy as the town is famous for its oil and real estates. Our blokes were prosperous and radiantly jolly guys. But one day.." The guy's grin disappears It, gets masked by an anxious terrorized brood. That is limpidly visible. "A man named Beretta, invades our town. In the beginning, it doesn't pose a threat but gradually it becomes a terrifying nightmare that no one dares to escape"

"What kind of nightmare pls. Explain?" The boss grew more curious and suspicious about the nightmare and others to have great interest to know what threat is bothering the guy.

"Can—huh I get some water. " Clasping down his throat, the guy finds it hard to even gulp or produce saliva in his mouth his other hand is shivering and changing from fist to palm constantly as he can't able to bear much thirst.

"Alright" Jason rush in into the kitchen, fetching some water from the pot that lay on the stand beside the gas stove.

"Here." He hands over the glass to the guy who is choking for water.

"Thanks" He hurriedly zaps the glass, his quaffing resembles to that of an adventurer who get lost in desert and suddenly detect a river in front of him shimmering the shiny yellow golden sunshine that is too hot to bear.

After guzzling the water he gently smashes down the glass on the desk table and Continues to narrate further.

"At initial he only start the trading of food grains. But then, promptly he launchs an attack on our city. He threatens us, kill many of our people and finally captures our town. He make our former mayor his slave killing him brutally in front of his own son who can't able to resist his sob. He stabs at least 100 times in his father's groin. The most painful event to witness as a civilian of Trams"

"Then why you shouldn't revolt? " Clamors he, surely drawn in by the emotion that the suit guy's story offers.

"We can't revolt because he has some government connections with the higher kingdoms. if we do anything, they might cut the trades, even launch an official attack on us. We don't have military might, enough to sustain or rout them up"

"Hmm! That sure sounds like a big problem" He twitches his eyes at the ceiling wall. Ticking his chin seems baffled about the guy's situation "So, what you want us to do? "

"I am here to propose you guys. We might can't defeat the goons but you guys surely can—"

"Wait a minute. You just said higher–ups were involved. Those goons have connections with the higher—ups. So if we defeat them wouldn't it will make Quisalia their enemy?" Noel barked howls like a dog, though she is furious but her claim is valid. It will do make Quisalia their enemy which is the exact reason Azin won't cut her off and let her say even angrily as this is a valid thing to consider.

"They were higher–ups. But, a pure enemy of yours. " He heaves out a breath of relaxation. He can sense the void of doubts on Azin's face.

"How? "

"They both were somehow involved in an incident of killings that happened five years ago"

"You mean that massacre, but that was just a mistake of invention created by Sir David Jones of our kingdom"

"No. The lightning that cause trouble surely is a by–product of Sir Jones's invention. But, it was altered by someone. The real electric socket that Sir Jones invents has very low power. It can't do this level of destruction"

"And why should we believe you? "

"Because I have a proof. " The stranger guy pull out some photos and a strange aluminum plate, place it on the table. "I know you won't believe me. So, I came prepared" He coldly reels the ugly silvery square plate.

"Crappy photos and an ugly plate? " Disgusted he, honestly with this much he almost itched to deny the job even if it means to say bye-bye to the homecoming financial dinner.

"See them and you know. After witnessing, you yourself do everything in power to help me"

"Rubbish. We help you. You are insane, a lowly life ditching us in a dig hole" Muttered golden hair lad, he have no respect whatsoever for him. His head for the first time raise up from the table till the talk going he keep resting on table who gladly now was awake. "Why should we do something that will make us the R.I.P graves? "

"Trent calm down" Eyed him pleasantly, amass the scattered photos laying inert on the desk table "I am talking, let me handle" He take a closer look at the photos. But the lad yet have countless suspicion about this guy, three won't look convincing as they were normal photos of some ministers and two Kings who were the allies of them. Pivoted again at the guy resting in front of him. Who suggest him to check the other two photos as well.

Azin had super doubts on that guy, but he agreed as it's only a matter of two photos. It only take couple of seconds to scrutinize them. He then eyed to those remaining two. The view captured inside the canvas will raise the brows, they twitch intact, narrowed. Pupils bulged out as he witness something he never believed can ever happen. "Impossible. Minister of Nyama"

"Yes." Nodded he, collecting the photos that were scattered on the desk.

"This must be doctored faked by some horrendous magic"  Sounded more conclusive as it's obvious to believe. The guy needs help so maybe he plans it forth before coming here.

"I am not surprised. It's hard for you to take it even as a surmise, but that photo is real. Minister is the one who altered the socket and replace it with the original. Supposedly, created by Sir Jones"

"What's the proof" Demanded he in a high pitch voice. But the guy keep staring in his eyes that make him even more confused as if he was lying he surely abstain the eye contact. But here the guy simply keep it maintained. "Alright, one question how do you get this photo? "

"I have a friend, he gave this all information and the proofs that might shocking to you"

"Ok!" His eyes fall on the aluminum plate. "And what's this? " The guy lifts it up, Looking more closely and with precise attention.

"Aluminum plate that contains the footage of whole event" He said in a cold voice, his hands remain clasped together on the desk.

"Footage? "

"Yes. Press the blue lace at the top"

Azin did press it. The blue lace is tiny, initially it appear as a cotton thread but when you press it, it do feels like a switch. When, he pressed it, it vanishes and the whole square thing played a video in front of him.