Blacklist

We strolled over to our table, well not a very remarkable table but where we were sitting. Malachi looked at me with exceptionally intense skepticism and said, "Would you say you are prepared to uncover yourself now?"

"Just let him be," September said. "He saved us and there's not a glaringly obvious explanation to pose additional inquiries. Let's call Mr. Drails so we can get out of here."

"But we didn't actually eat," Tisiah complained.

"We'll go to a drive-thru or something," September said. We got up from our seats and started walking, that is until the portal unexpectedly opened up out of no place and I found myself screaming once we fell through it and ended up outside the YMPA.

I found myself not breathing in shock at what just occurred, and trying to deal with what just happened ten seconds prior.

Then, we saw Mr. Drails standing outside with a not exactly enthusiastic face.

"Indeed, this is quite the surprise," he said.

"Mr. Drails," I said, finally getting my breath back. "It's so great to see you." He laughed, but not in a way where it was cheerful. "It's great to see you folks, but the news you brought with you is not exactly stellar, follow me in."

"Why?" I inquired.

"Since I want to hear what you need to say," he said.

I followed behind him as he drove us to what appeared to be a gathering room, where he sat down at the top of the table. "Presently, tell me what you have accomplished in your mission," he said.

"All things considered, we did find out that the foe was not using a lot of magic in their attacks," I started, trying to lighten the state of mind.

"Indeed, but I want to hear an actual list of what you found," Mr. Drails said.

Nikki started, "Connor observed that Demeitrus Rocke was the one that kidnapped Dr. Micheal Jones and that they might be shipping him to an underground base called the BMO Base."

"The British Mage Organization, allies with the TSA," Mr. Drails said. "Would appear to be legit, luckily another person will manage that." "Another person?" Nikki stuttered.

"Indeed, I will pick another gathering who will be taking consideration of the rest of the work," he said. "I'm blacklisting every one of you from being on additional missions for the next four months." We as a whole wound up in shock with widened eyes and opened mouths.

"But, Mr. Drails," I said. "That's too lengthy!"

"I know," he said. "But, it should be done. You caught the entire town! A Good thing no one had the option to see you through that shining light that you some way or another did. You were thoughtless to think often about exposing us, presently this is on all the news all over the place! You caused this Connor, and you will be punished."

"But Mr. Drails," I said. "We didn't intend to cause this!"

"Indeed, indeed, you did," he said. "You tried to punch a truck, you understood what you were trying to do." "Because we were cornered by a tremendous barricade of stones!" I contended. "Did you expect us to die?"

"No, I expected you to call me! We can see where you are on the grid map, but we can't see your situation! If you truly required help, I would've gotten you out of there, but no, you wanted to show everybody that you could do everything, and presently you make your entire gathering be blacklisted. Congratulations, you screwed up!" he said, keeping everybody in silence. "Presently leave my room."

"But, Mr. Drails," I said. "Please, I beseech you! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" he inquired.

"Indeed, I will do anything, please!" I said. "I could be blacklisted, but not them." Mr. Drails sighed. "What one does affects every other person."

"What?!" Nikki said.

"Indeed, I'm unfortunately I can't permit you to jeopardize my other agents. All of you want to return home and think about your actions, and what you did wrong," he said. "I'll transport you folks to your homes."

We went out of his office, and my team strolled out of frustration. "Guys, I'm so heartbroken, it's just that — "

"Stay quiet," Malachi said, making the gesture. "I don't like talking to jokesters. What's more, you're 110 percent one."

He left as Nikki followed him and the rest of the gathering. "Wait, Tisiah, you believe me right?!" I inquired.

"I do, and you would it be advisable for me," he said and he continued walking through the corridor. "Nikki, you know I was trying to save us, right?" I inquired. She didn't respond to me and continued walking.

The one, in particular, that was behind was September. 

"September?" I said, but this time a bit more silent. She stopped and turned her head at me. "You know I'm heartbroken, do you folks forgive me?" 

She sighed. "My father was a street racer, made a bit of cash with the goal that we could at least survive. He needed to evade the police, the authorities, and everything just so he could provide for us. I was so inspired by him that I wanted to work on a task that got such a lot of money flow just so I could help my father. My mother died while giving birth to me so he needed to teach my five brothers and me, while additionally trying to make money to help us. I just wanted to be like him."

She laid back on the wall, looking down onto the floor. "I got into fights at school and I beat up kids that tried to screw with me. What's more, that's the point at which I was invited by the YMPA. Not only did I hear that I could save lives using powers to defeat them, but when I graduated from this school, I could get such a lot of money flow by being a YMPA spy mage, and I could help my father."

"But we're being blacklisted for a considerable length of time, you can still graduate by then right?" I inquired.

"At the point when you're blacklisted, you can never graduate!" she shouted. "I'll be kicked out of this school once I turn eighteen. This work, to leave. Presently I want you to hear this." She strolled over to me with her face trembling out of frustration. "You are not permitted to be friends with me again! Ever! I don't want to see you at any point down the road, and if you even try to talk to me, I'll kill you myself."

I stammered in dread. "I... I'm heartbroken," I said.

"Great," she said and left.

I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. I felt such a weighty feeling in my heart, and I drooped onto the corridor. Tears poured from my eyes, as I wailed and cried. I expected to follow through with something, I truly expected to, but what?

Perhaps I could try to convince him again, but he's just going to send me out again.

I got up and started walking, and out of nowhere a portal opened up in front of me, and I wound up tumbling in the front of my home. I sighed, trying to wipe the tears away. I rang the doorbell, trying to keep a straight face once my mother came to open it.

"All things considered, you're back quite late, you want to get to school quickly!" she said. "You can go in these clothes."

"They might get too dirty," I said. "I can change quickly." She sighed as I hurried inside of the house, and approached my room. I could hear her say, "Something about that kid."

I strolled into my room, but I didn't change but just couldn't stop thinking about what just occurred. There was something I expected to do to substantiate ourselves worthy of doing a mission.

Then, that's the point at which it clicked in my mind.

We could just do the mission ourselves without his supervision, we just have to find a method for getting to the base faster before the other agents do. Technically going maverick, but the thing is that would most likely get us kicked out of the school. But if we can never graduate, then what's the point of staying in this school if we're not going to do anything with it? We had everything to gain by simply going for it.