TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR
EPISODE 54: HOW DO YOU KNOW MY PLACE?
Two days passed and his mind was so calm.with no sound in his heart. said to him about this-that unfortunately made Jordan full of question marks during those two days, although she finally found out the fate of the******* at the police station last weekend from Lana.
The girl suddenly appeared in front of Jordan's apartment early in the morning, while Jordan was enjoying an omelette and sausage for breakfast, accompanied by Sally who nags at length about her bad weekend because of the too few tips she receives and how stingy the guests who will make their situation the next week will be difficult.
“With what I got, don't blame if I can only give you such a fancy breakfast today.”
“I'm used to eating once a day if you want,” Jordan commented to the brother who just put the pot and brought his breakfast plate to the table.
“You know what I need? You helped me find a job so we could have extra money,” Sally said. “That's better than you just wasting your weekend time at home without doing anything..”
Jordan looked at Sally with a terculum smile.not doing anything at the weekend, because not many teenagers have the opportunity to take part in saving the President of the United States. For Jordan it's not something that deserves to be used as self-defense just to keep Sally from nagging him. He knew the girl, however Sally would still do it.
The teenager responded, “How can we get a job, while we are new in this city?”
“I can get a job even though we haven't been here a month.”
“That's because you're old enough. What jobs can a boy my age get with the salary you want?”
“I can help you find a job if you are willing.”
The doorbell rang at that moment and both of them looked. None of them were waiting for the arrival of guests. Getting a visit in the morning like this was something unusual for both of them. Sally probably thought it was the apartment that wanted to collect the rent so she told Jordan to open the door.
It turns out that Lana McQueen who came, the girl wore an ivory t-shirt behind a mechanic-style jeans. The girl smiled widely as soon as she found Jordan standing pecking with a surprised face, “Hai Jordan!”
“Lana?” the boy frowned.
“Surprise?” the girl smiled sweetly.
“Who is it, Jordan?” ask Sally from inside.
“My school friend, Lana.”
“Your school friend?” lana's voice was astonished.
Sally Cross's face appeared over her sister's shoulder and found Lana waving, “Hai, greetings! I'm Lana..”.
“I Sally,” said Sally smilingly nodded. “I think I've seen you..ooh, you're standing in the hallway of the school when I nag Jordan.”.
“Yaa, roughly so.”
“Are you in trouble again?” Sally looked at Jordan suspiciously.
Lana hastily defended Jordan, “No, really! Jordan is fine. I stopped by to give him a ride. He had to leave early in the morning so as not to be late on the first day of his picket detention.”
“What do you mean give me a ride? You brought a vehicle?” Sally asked.
“Not me! Not old enough to get SIM.”
“So you brought it?” Sally asked more and more inquisitively.
Lana flanged, “Some drove me.”
“You have your own driver?” sally's eyes grew wide.
“Err...yaaa.about the way it is..”.
“Wah you are indeed smart to look for a girl,” whispered Sally to Jordan, who made the boy glare, warning that the materialistic older brother did not say it too loudly.
“Yes, Sal! I don't want to be late for the picket with Mr. Miller.”
“Piket? Oh, the detention that Mr. said. Comb in his room?”
“Therefore I must quickly depart,”
“Hey, about the work..” Sally continued.
Jordan hastily cut off the sister's talk while pulling Lana away, “As far as you are, as long as it doesn't interfere with my school hours.”
“What the fuck was that?” Lana asked as the two walked out of the apartment.
“Sally told me to work so we could have money to buy food. That's because last weekend he failed to get many tips,” said Jordan.
“Oh, do you need work?”
“Neither, anyway! It was Sally's idea,” Jordan said.
“I think that's a good idea..”
“Opsir Jones who told daddy.”
“Opsir Jones..oh, the cop who drove me home to the apartment last Friday,” Jordan nodded. That explains everything. “When did your father meet him again?”
“Daddy has an appointment to meet Lieutenant Mills at SFPD Headquarters to make a report. So Saturday daddy and I met Lieutenant Mills and Officer Jones.”
“Oh, so. So you're also going?”
“Yes, I accompanied daddy. You know, the******** it turns out to be meaner than I thought. It turns out that they killed Doctor Smith to seize..” Lana paused for a moment because the girl was unable to continue her words, because for her it was terrible. “..
“Doctor Smith?”
“Daddy work partner. I don't know him, I only know his name. The body of the unfortunate man was found by police in the Lincoln Park.” tourist forest
“Then how did Professor McQueen's interrogation result?”
“Currently. But not with the *******.”
“Why?” jordan asked even though he had a bad feeling about it.
“Gruesome! You certainly can't believe hearing this, but all******* were killed in his cell at SFPD.” headquarters
“Really? What happened to them?”
“Letnan Mills did not give details, but he regretted leaving the criminals alone in the interrogation room. As soon as he entered again, they were shot dead. No one survived.”
“If they are shot at the police headquarters, it means the culprit is the police too.”
“That's what Lieutenant Mills said. They're still investigating because they haven't caught the culprit yet.”
“That problem is more complicated than the failure to interrogate *****,” Jordan comments.
“It's a shame that the police didn't get any information about who those people were and where they came from...” said Lana. “....but you know right?”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard you speak their language. What language is it?”
“Persia! They are Iranians, ” Jordan replied.
“My Lord, does this have anything to do with the tensions going on between our country and theirs?”
“I don't know! All I know is, they attacked Machina Factory to kill the President. No other destination.”
“You have to report that to the police. Tell them they're Iranian.”
“For what, Lana? The SFPD can't do anything with that information. After all those people are dead.”
“Indeed, it's just that I feel we will help a lot with that,” said Lana. “Great, I didn't know you could talk Persian.”
“To be honest I don't either!” Jordan smiled.
“Haah? Then how can you talk to him?” Lana frowned amusedly.
“Tell me. There are voices in my head that help me,” Jordan said.
Lana laughs instead, “Jordan, you can! Very funny you it.”
The two teenagers arrived in a parked car in front of the apartment. The vehicle was similar to the one Jordan saw in the storage room of the items found at Machina Factory, only the one in front of him was more exotic with a light blue color.
“This is the car you said your father created?”
“Yap! Like I said, we have one like this at home.”
“Said her name again?”
“Vector, Vehicle Carried To Air.”
“This car can really fly?” Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“Not just fly, she can even drive you to school faster than Subway.” the girl smiled.
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