WHAT THE *UCK?
This might not be the best intro line for this chapter, but that is definitely what Prodeus is thinking about. He's been rushing with the guards with his arms coiled around the arms of both guards side by side, like wedding brides walking down the aisle. Except this one is painful. After being dragged halfway throughout the journey, they bring him into a room and lock the door behind them. The luggages are pour out, scattered randomly on the floor and check by two guys wearing blue uniform. Prodeus watch curiously as they pick up his underwear.
A smartly dressed officer stands infront on the desk after Prodeus sat. Two sharp eyes stare piercingly towards him. His dark black hair combed neatly to the side, his black eye brows are sliding towards his pointy nose, with his dangerous European glare with his little mustache tell Prodeus this is not a normal interview.
He looked at Prodeus for awhile then start circling inside the room.
" Prodeus Ravorti from San Francisco"
" yes?"
"born in 4th of January, 1986"
"Yes."
"Where were you on Thursday, 8a.m. ?"
" ....driving to my workplace."
" and yesterday 6p.m. ?"
"still in my office sir"
Suddenly the man stopped. He walk towards Prodeus. With both hands gripping the side of the desk, he leaned himself forward to Prodeus and look at him straight in the eye.
" ANY proof?"
Prodeus hesitates for a minute.
" You can call my boss. I was in his room."
A phone call was made, and base on the replies of the officer with Mr. Montgomery in the phone, Prodeus let out a silent relieve.
The officer look at him like a tiger meets his prey and says:"You are having a quite bad day, my boy. Looks like the information we received are not accurate enough."
"What is this all about?" Prodeus asks.
"You have been suspected for smuggling drugs into this country. Base on all the information we found about you just now with several confirmations from your boss, you are free go."
Prodeus smiles, but it wasn't a very pleasant smile.
"We will keep an eye on you Mr. Ravorti, but if i were you boy, I will be start searching my nemesis list. We have no confirmed details about who put you on our hunting list."
" Then how do you guys know me?" Prodeus asks.
" Few days ago we received a message from a public phone booth. Anyone could have sent it. We did our research, and its still progressing. If you have the slightest Idea whoever frame you into this, contact us."
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A figure is standing at the airport doorway. With his eyes equipped by his glasses, he scans the crowd around him and holds an A4-size white card board printing "Prodeus".
Prodeus, carrying his luggages rushes through the doorway and immediately recognized the man in his fifties.
"Uncle Samuel!!!"
He shake his hand and after being dragged mercilessly into the room and having a talk with a officer looks like Spiderman's first enemy, smiled.Uncle Samuel taps his shoulder.
"Why are you so late? Pee in the wrong rest room?"
Prodeus chuckled and told him everything that happened. The smile on Samuel's face fades and little.
" I don't know what you have been doing outside. But just act it like a coincident. Chill out."
Uncle Samuel drives him into his apartment and show him his room. They go to Samuel's favourite cafe, 'Al-hazaf tea house' to have a drink.
Prodeus spent half of the day inside the airport,and now,
he is attacking his food like there's no tomorrow. Samuel reads his newspaper beside him after having his fun teasing Prodeus that he will vomit all of it out after seeing his fat neighbour, Sarifah that weighs almost 185kgs.
Prodeus is about to finish his 3rd glass of goats's milk until suddenly Samuel sprang excitedly at him, grab his hand, instantly give some money to the waiter and head to the doorway.
Prodeus, still shocked, being dragged on the second time of the day follows Samuel.
" Where are we heading for?"
"There is something I must show you, they are displaying my team's work today!
