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JEOPARDIZED

Mike just smiled as he sat on the sofa with Mr. Carlos "It's over. I just don't want him getting pissed at me. I just want to see his happy expression when he can beat me like he used to." Mike's sentence was broken, he took a deep breath. "The sweet, noisy little girl is not a cold, unassuming hedgehog with her flat face."

"Well, I've considered him my son. I also miss the time when she hugged me tightly because the fear and guilt had taken people away." Mr. Carlos smiled wryly at the fact that the little girl who once turned into a cold woman and a cruel killing machine.

The two of them sat down on the couch enjoying the coffee the waiter had just brought while continuing to watch Clary who was training until he was exhausted and stopped his training.

Clary walked towards the sofa where the two men were sitting and grabbed a bottle of water and drank it to the end while sitting in the chair near the two men.

"Will there be a heavy mission father?" ask Clary. Well, ever since he decided to settle there, Mr. Carlos asked him to call him dad.

"Yes. But this time Mike will go with the others. You stay here, " said Mr. Carlos, throwing his breath rough.

Clary stuck one of her eyebrows indicating she wanted an explanation.

"You mind?" asked Mr. Carlos again who was only answered with a frown on Clary's forehead. "Are you worried about Mike?" Mr. Carlos started to smile.

"Curtain! The old man won't die easily" replied the cynical Clary as she glanced at Mike.

"You're sure I'm that old?" Mike smiled a meaningful smile.

"Is this about my identity?" Clary had already managed to catch the direction of their conversation. For some reason since rejoining the underworld Clary's feeling became sharper.

"Someone starts to get suspicious and find out who's behind the gun that's always been protecting Mike." Mr. Carlos turned his back to the back of the sofa.

"please help. I don't want to jeopardize my club. They were just ordinary people." looked a clear worry on Clary's face. "Should I go home now?"

"Don't. I'm afraid they're following you and finding your clan. I have prepared a simple guest house for you. Usually bagpacker tourists always rent it because the price is cheap. It's just to trick them." explains Mike, who has a similarly worried face.

"Mike has arranged a fake flight for you so that you can be recorded if you just got here. Get ready and someone will take you." explains Mr. Carlos.

Clary nodded and immediately exited the room to prepare all the clothes she had brought from her country and the cash Mr. Carlos had prepared for her. While he should not use any card as a means of payment for fear that he is tracked from the card.

*****

Clary now feels life as a traveler in country T. Every day that he did was just a walk - a road visiting tourist attractions alone. None of Mr. Carlos' family nor any of the gang members accompanied him. They just lurk from afar and make sure everything is safe.

Clary was enjoying her time, a smile always etched on her lips as if she was a normal human being enjoying a vacation. As much as possible he displays a natural impression in his life to outwit people who always follow him.

A man with a tall body and brown hair was often accidentally caught by the sight Clary always followed. Clary tried not to care for him so that the man did not suspect anything.

Clary walks into a fairly famous dessert shop in the town of J. He ordered several kinds of dessert and 2 cups of jumbo drinks with different flavors. He does like cake and very comfortable for a long time sitting in the cafe even though he himself. He ordered a lot of food at once. He didn't want Mager's time to be interrupted if the food ran out.

After paying at the cashier, Clary headed to the store's rooftop. He headed for a bench overlooking an artificial lake on the outskirts of the city. The atmosphere is comfortable, all benches and tables are neatly arranged and open space design that allows the eyes to access the scenery outside.

"Excuse me, is this bench empty?" the voice of someone using the native language of the country T suddenly disperse the daydreams of Clary.

"I'm so sorry. I can't speak your language." Clary replies pretending she doesn't understand the language when she sees it turns out it's the voice of the man who always follows her.

"Oh im sorry is that free." the man pointed to the bench in front of Clary.

"Yes sure" Clary replied with a smile.

The man sat down in front of Clary and put down a cup of coffee and a piece of blulerry cake.

"Is this all your order?" asked the man by pointing at all the dishes on the table.

"Yes Sir. Is something wrong?" clary asked still with her innocent smile.

"Sorry are we close?" answer Clary who started to pry.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it." The man was misbehaving Clary.

"It's okay. I like to eat. When eating everything feels good. You can take what you want. I'll be kind this time because you've invited me to talk." Clary spoke as she took the cake in her mouth.

The man smiled looking at Clary's silly and innocent manner that let her mouth and hands splash with cream. "Is he that stupid. Truly unique woman."

They get to know each other and talk lightly. Occasionally, they heard their laughter while issuing ridiculous sentences.

The man claimed that he was a local resident who lived in an apartment near the guest house area. He also said that these few days he often saw Clary and was astonished that she was traveling alone without friends. He is therefore interested in becoming Clary's friend.

****

Even though the day continued to change, the relationship between Clary and the brown-haired man was getting closer. Even the man often picked up Clary at the guest house and took her for walks.

Like tonight. Clary is getting ready to go visit a playground that is only open at night. Actually Clary had already visited him with Kimberly first. It's just that she's still in fashion as an ordinary traveller girl. So he pretended it was the first time. Because he still suspects that the man he just met is a spy.

"Where's your jacket?" the man asked as Clary opened the door for him.

"Ah, I took a moment. I just bought it." replied Clary while showing me a paper bag.

"Did you deliberately buy it when you were going to go with me?"

"Hahaha..do you really think like that Will ? I didn't know the night was so cold and the jacket I brought from my country wasn't warm enough. I get the flu when I get cold." Clary wears her new jacket. Of course all Clary's sentences are tricks.

They also drive for approximately 30 minutes to get to the destination. Occasionally Will/Willyam the name of the brown-haired man stole a glance at Clary who was cool to enjoy the view from the car window.

CKIIIIIT...

Willyam suddenly stopped his car because suddenly there was a minibus that blocked their journey.

Some very handsome men came out of the minibus and banged on Willyam's windshield.

"OUT!!!" triak one of the men while pointing his gun.

Willyam and Clarypun got out of the car. Willyam quickly grabbed Clary's hand shortly after being outside the car. He saw Clary's pale face in fear. He felt Clary's palms tremble and begin to get wet.

Willyam clasped Clary's hand, trying to calm the woman down.

BUGH...!!!

A punch landed right on Willyam's stomach made him fight in pain and then paved in the road.

"Aaaaaaaa......!!!!" triak Clary while closing her eyes pretended to be shocked and frightened. "Will...!!" Clary screamed and clasped Willyam's body when she saw someone from the criminal about to kick Willyam's body about to rise.

"Abahhhrrggg..." Clary endured the pain as the man's kick hit her waist. Clary's tears came out. He cried with pain. The crocodile tears. He didn't really feel any pain because he was physically trained.

Willyampun immediately got up and hugged Clary to protect her. "Tell me what you want" Willyam said, helping Clary stand up.

"Money and cars." replied one of them.

Willyam immediately took out all his money and gave them his car keys.

Very silly. Fucking amateur crooks. Clary thought to herself.