Chapter 679 - 679: Mission
"The mansion of an antique collector. His name is Ramian Asade," The man replied.
"Is the man a Variant? What\'s the security level of that place?" Clarisse asked. "Any Variants on duty? And what about him? Is he a Variant?"
"I\'ve gathered all the information about him. He isn\'t a Variant," the man answered. "But he is truly rich. Since he has money and a really expensive collection, the security is very tight."
"Moreover, he also employs a Variant. Not much is known about the Variant since he doesn\'t leave the mansion. He\'s more like the house guest at this point than a guard."
"So we don\'t know the ability of the Variant," Clarisse mumbled. "Fine. Do you at least know where the materials we need are kept?"
The man shrugged his shoulders. "I only know that it\'s inside the mansion."
"How are we going to find it then?"
"We\'ll have to ask around," the man replied. "Someone there must know, most probably Ramian."
"So it\'s not a simple break in and get it before anyone knows it kind of mission, is it?" Clarisse asked. "It\'s a proper takeover mission which would most probably involve fighting."
"Most probably," The man said. "That\'s why I needed you here. I have an escape route ready. As soon as we\'re done, we\'ll leave the city. No one will know we were from Elisium."
Clarisse scratched the back of her head. "I don\'t know why, but I don\'t have a good feeling about it."
"Don\'t worry. Nothing will go wrong. Moreover, I\'ll come with you. My guards will stay outside to alert us in case someone approaches the mansion. So, are you ready? We really can\'t delay the mission."
"Sigh, I am ready," Clarisse ultimately nodded, glancing at her gloves.
She needed the material for more gloves. Only she knew how difficult life was for her without the gloves. After receiving the gloves, she believed she had received a second chance to have a somewhat normal life.
She couldn\'t go back to her old self where everything she touched was destroyed.
"Good decision. Follow me."
The man calmly said as he started walking.
Clarisse followed behind the man.
The dark shadow was still following behind Clarisse. It hadn\'t intercepted or attacked. Instead, it just silently kept following like a spy.
"Breaking inside a house with a Variant? This can be a good opportunity for me to increase my chances of success. When she\'s fighting the Variant, I can..."
...
Lucifer waited on the chair while the Finance Minister searched for Julian Asade in his database, looking for any financial records of the guy.
"Can you tell me how old the guy is?" he asked Lucifer while looking at him curiously.
"Ah." Hearing the question, Lucifer went blank. He couldn\'t believe he hadn\'t thought about that until now!
Julien wasn\'t that old when Lucifer met him. He was probably in his early thirties. Now that Lucifer had come back in time, didn\'t it mean that the guy was either a kid or he wasn\'t even born yet?
\'If that\'s the case, there\'s no way he can have what I\'m looking for. Let\'s just hope that he looked younger than he actually was. That should be quite possible given his abilities.\'
Lucifer was optimistic after realizing the loophole in his plan that was so evident, yet he had missed. He was now thirty-one years in the past!
"I don\'t know how old he would be. Maybe he\'s a kid. Or maybe he\'s a teenager. Just find me any Julien Asade you can," he told the man.
The man momentarily looked at Lucifer in surprise. He was looking for a person, and he didn\'t even know how old that guy was? That was certainly odd.
He shifted her attention back to the screen.
After five minutes, he signed. "Nope. I can\'t find any Julien Asade. Either he doesn\'t exist, or he\'s really good at hiding. But that can be the case if he\'s a kid."
"I did find another Asade in the city though. If only his name were Julien, we could\'ve been done here."
"Can you show me what this person looks like?" Lucifer asked.
"Just a sec." The man turned the screen to Lucifer, letting him see the face of the man.
"This face... I can certainly see similarities with Julien. But he\'s older than Julien was. Maybe Julien is his son. Who is this guy? I need his address."
"He is known as Ramian Asade. He is a pretty wealthy person from what I can see," the man let out. "So many transactions related to him. His mansion isn\'t far from here."
"Give me your phone and open the location so it can take us there," Lucifer told the man, frowning.
"M-my phone?"
"Will you give your phone or your life?" Lucifer asked.
"I-i am giving!" The man opened the map on his table and placed it on the table. "It\'ll guide you to the mansion.\'
"Good. I\'ll leave the phone outside the mansion. You can collect it after a few hours. In the meantime, please try to not send any forces there. I truly don\'t want to do anything stupid in front of these two. It\'ll be a bad influence," Lucifer told the man before he flew out the window.
The phone and Zale flew behind him, only to stop.
They noticed two militarized helicopters coming in their direction.
"Did they already call for backup?" Lucifer sighed. "So much for keeping things positive. I don\'t have time for this."
He waved his hand, sending a massive wave of wind which sent the helicopters flying away, throwing them off course.
At the same time, he flew towards the mansion, which was shown on the phone.
...
Clarisse reached the Mansion with Jake and the two guards. Both the guards were told to cover both ends of the streets to make sure no one suspicious passed through without information.
After leaving them, Clarisse helped Jake fly, taking him to the roof while avoiding the cameras.
She opened the doors on the roof, using her decay, and went down with Jake.
"Try to kill as few people as possible," Jake told Clarisse. "We don\'t want the incident to become big."
"I know. I\'ll just knock them out. Don\'t worry," Clarisse replied.
"Good. If I\'m not wrong, Ramian must be living on the top floor. We\'re already pretty close to her, but there should be cameras all around the hallway.. If we\'re seen, the guards will surround us within seconds," Jake said.