Find Me in 1000 Years

With Vicky

"I have a new mission again, and you have to go in it" Jack said.

"What if I refuse?"

"You have a hidden talent. Wouldn't it be better to develop your abilities?"

"But not by stealing" said Ken.

"Are you able to develop your talent in real life? Sure didn't. No one wants to give a poor man like you a chance. They only give the rich and the capable. I gave you a livelihood. More than enough, why don't you?"

"And after that, you're gonna let me go?" Ken's plain question.

"Mmh .. Why not make it a profession?"

"No. I'm not interested at all." The young man left them and stepped towards the main door.

Jack gives Hugo the code to catch Ken. Quickly the man snatched up the young man and shouldered him.

"Hey, let me go! Release!" Ken muttered and lashed the man's back.

"'Can I tell you. You can't get out of this organization without my permission" Jack said.

He then breathed out violently. "Why should we hire a teenager his age, anyway? Dizzying" he whispered to Irish. "When it's true he's smart he can be rich." He then put his sunglasses on his face. "Yes, please throw away our car and steal another new one" he said.

"Ok, Jack." Irish glanced at Ken who was now taken up the stairs.

The young man was still beating Hugo to let go. "Please, let go of me! Release!"

"Bas with the little boy!" ledek Jack without turning his head made Irish laugh giggling.

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Seeing the Irish coming, the young man only glanced at her at a glance. His hands were still tied to the head of the bed until he pursed his mouth even more because of irritation.

"Hey, do you think you can be a good person? You've committed a crime. If you report to the police, you'll go to jail, just like us."

"You lied! You said that if I could finish this mission, you'd give me back the necklace."

The woman reached into the bag of her jeans and pulled out something that was thrown on the bed. "Well, I'll give it back, but you'll still be working on your next mission, right?" The woman turned and left.

"Until when?" ask Ken, annoyed.

For a moment the woman's steps stopped. "Maybe until someone can stop us" he replied without turning his head. The woman then came out of the room.

Ken sighed furiously. Why should I get involved with these people? Steal? I'm not even from this era, so what can I learn here? Learn stealing? Hahh .. I don't know.

The young man glanced to the side. He saw that necklace again. If it wasn't for that necklace yesterday, I wouldn't have stolen it, but if it had come back ....

Door opens. The bule man came in. Who else if not Vicky. The man sneered mockingly as he saw Ken tied up in bed.

He stepped slowly to the young man's bed with a swift step, making Ken confused how to behave? But finally the young man resigned, because he could not avoid at all from the man considering his hand was tied to the bed. He was upset but couldn't do anything.

The man sat on the edge of the bed with his snob. "Weak. You made everyone adore you with your weak appearance. That's great, your cipher." He clapped his hands slowly.

But what is even more annoying is, if after all efforts to get his words heard by people, there are people who say he is pretending. I want him to feel*kik the guy.

Vicky snorted, underestimating him. "Oh yeah? What can you do? You can't do anything about it, but why exactly are we - we're smarter than you who have to take care of you, depending on you? You can't even do anything but crawl. Using sophisticated tools such as pulleys for example, if we don't teach, you don't even know how to use them at all. Then what can you be proud of besides that skinny body of yours, huh?" The man sneered while folding his hands on his chest.

"Where do I know. Just ask those who understand, why is it that this useless me is still held here," said the young man a little confused and then looked to the side.

"Mc ...." The man looked at Ken.

The young man turned his head and found that the man was still staring at him. "Oath! I don't know what they're thinking, if that's what you're asking!"

The man laughed in Ken's still-child style. The young man was indeed everyday rarely talkative and a little naive. He was a little surprised to face his new world.

"Irish said, you're a smart young man."

"I don't know what that means, but what I learned yesterday wasn't that hard" I'm Ken, not bragging.

The man was still staring at the Japanese young man with full investigation. He rubbed his jaw with one hand. "I know that intelligent people are able to get through all the challenges. Able to find a way out of the hardest."

Ken was silent. Inside his head was full of question marks. This guy, what do you want ....

Suddenly Vicky leaned forward, making Ken surprised.

"Why-you ..why what?"

The man smiled enigmaticly. He apparently untied the young man's hand on the bed but let the two hands remain tied to each other. "You're coming with me now. Let's prove it."

"What's? Prove what?"

The man pulled Ken down from the bed and took him out.

"Where are we going?" ken asked confusedly. All he knew was that the man hated him. Is it safe to go with him? "I-it's already night. It's better tomorrow," he said.

But something cold touched his waist. Ken glanced down and it turned out that there was a dagger belonging to the man who was ready to injure his body.

"Make things easy for me, so I can do that for you too. Mmh?" The man grinned with his cruelty.

Ken could do nothing but follow him. It was almost morning. The young man was really resigned.

Vicky took him on a motorcycle. The young man was shaking hands with his hands still tied forward. The man put Ken's hand around his neck, then started running his bike.

There was a fear of sneaking into the young man's heart. Perhaps he wanted to be killed, but again he remembered maybe he did not die because he was a demigod, so he could get out easily from this black organization.

The man apparently took him to a bar in an area that has a lot of crime and drug sales. Evidently because along the road there are some people who inject themselves and sprawled on the sidewalk or even prostitution. Girls and women dressed funnily stand in groups on the side of the road.

"Let's get off!" The man took off his helmet.

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