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The Good Upclass Chapter 74: The Red Alert
“There is literally no one to contact inside, kid,” Detective Deib Anchorman said as he shot his gaze towards the third half of the building. He looked at it like it was his greatest enemy. Like it was some kind of a threat to his life and to the society he had always been trying to protect. It really was, Detective Deib Anchorman could not deny it no matter how much he will try to. Even Well himself knew about it. “Okay, okay. Are you sure we are going to be okay if we choose to go through? What are the odds of us fucking up the situation? Specifically, me Since I don’t know these kinds of stuff and to be honest, this has been my first time getting involved in a situation as traumatizing and as mystifying as this,” Well replied. On his face marked the sediments of fear, anxiety, tremor, and horror. “Let us by real here, shall we? There is literally and obviously no way we can go through that tight of a security. There is– god, there is just no way,” he added as if his words will con
The Good Upclass Chapter 75: No Turning Back
“Enough with the fillers now, Detective. Just tell me how do we enter there already so we can now begin to move. Didn’t you say that we only have a short time?” Well was partly annoyed because of the detective right now. He thought, he islike any other people out there who loves to spoil every single thing and then end up not continuing it anymore. To Well, Detective Deib Anchorman had been sort of like that. “It’s literally turning midnight now, detective.” “I know, that is actually the way that I mean. If you have not noticed it yet, the security guards are slowly going out of their zone one by one every after five minutes. I must admit I felt so dumb of myself too because I have not noticed it in the first place. But look at them! Look at them closely and you will see it with your own pair of eyes!” the detective answered as he pointed a finger to the front gate of the City Reserves. He was right. There were an estimated one hundred armed forces guarding the gate, but they are slow
The Good Upclass Chapter 76: Into The Secret Door
“Oh, shit! We need to hide!” This had been the first words that Detective Deib Anchorman said to Well the very moment they both heard the wailing siren played in the background. The entire building three had been wrapped in blinking red lights, a sudden and abrupt manifestation that intruders had infiltrated the place. The army suddenly strengthened their guard, and put their security at its highest. All the military personnel started to notice the commotion, and so their initiative of checking around the place for potential threats suddenly struck. “Oh, my fucking goodness! I knew this would happen!” Well said, horrified and petrified, and feeling all the chills flowing in his veins. His nerves had been shuddering, his eyes did not know where to look– his feet did not know in which direction to go. It had been the most crucial time of the night when even the Detective had failed to deduce the probability of them being caught. He never precisely thought that the military will be noti
The Good Upclass Chapter 77: Fearless and Fearsome
“This is so painful to watch,” Well said as he looked at the inmates of the wards screaming and crying and cursing in the darkness, with only the light coming off the torches being the only light that illuminated their faces. As the crowd went wild, the piercing sensation stabbing through the chest of Well intensified. This had been the worst case scenario Well was trying to anticipate hours before they even arrived here in the City Reserves. This had been the kind of situation he always feared of being involved in. He hated it. He hated the sound of pain, the screams of frustration. The ghost of agony that filled up the filthy air. “Do not be deceived by their faces. Remember that they possess danger as much as they possess pity,” Detective Deib Anchorman said as he stepped forward, leaving the confused young man behind. As he began walking past an aisle where on both sides of it were the wards and the prison cells brimmed with prisoners poking their hands through the bars and tryin
The Good Upclass Chapter 78: In The Shadows
Well had been walking forward when he noticed that the detective was not following behind him. Confused, he turned around to check on what had been causing the delay to detective Deib Anchorman. As Well saw it, it turned out that he was going on for a face-off with the inmate who was shaking the bars of his cell as if it would do him any good. Well walked back a few steps behind. When he reached the detective, the first thing he saw was the figure of the inmate that the detective was arguing with. He was tall– about six feet in height. He had a coffee-tanned skin, a pair of deep, brown skin, and brows that were wildly and oddly thick. He had tattoos all over his body, and they were all visible because he was not wearing any tops. He was only in tattered, old, black trunks, and flip-flops that did not match each other. The left was dirty yellow, while the right was blue. “You are being superior,” Well heard the inmate said right in front of the face of Detective Deib Anchorman. Well
The Good Upclass Chapter 79: Not All With Tattoo Is Dangerous
“Are they gone?” It was the first question that Well had raised as soon as he noticed that the sound of the footsteps faded away and vanished into the thin air. The smacking of the secret door against the walls also hinted to the three people lurking in the dark that the officers had indeed left the place. “Oh, my god. That was close,” Well added as he released a sigh of relief. “Yes. We almost got caught,” Allen Mar agreed. “Anyway, did you come here to look after me?” he asked as he raised both of his brows to the ceiling, but Detective Deib Anchorman and Well were not able to see it because of the darkness that wrapped the entire cell of Allen Mar. Well walked a few steps to the right, and then suddenly he bumped against the broad and tough chest of the detective. He acted normal and then continued answering his friend. “Yes, we came here because I suspect you were missing. Were you really missing, though?” Finally, the mystery that Well had long thought of will finally be answ
The Good Upclass Chapter 80: The Conversation Changer
“I don’t know much about it, sorry. However, I can guarantee you that even though what I know about this place is only a little bit of what’s there to be discovered, everything I am going to tell you is a fact. A proven fact. Because I have seen them with my very own eyes. I have heard them with my very own ears,” Allen Mar continued as he shrugged the detective’s hands off his shoulders. “Before I was brought down here, the officers in charge of taking care of me had to take a long route around the entire City Reserves first. With my hands being cuffed, and with my mouth being taped, I was able to witness every single cultish thing that happened in every building that we walked through.” Detective Deib Anchorman and Well were already engaged in the conversation, likewise, they were also convinced that whatever it was that they were about to hear from Allen Mar, it was going to be a big reveal. To Well, it will serve as another note-worthy pointer to be added to his long list of reas
The Good Upclass Chapter 81: As Good As Dead
“Now, how do we get out of this place?” Well asked after a brief silence that broke the momentum of the three’s conversation. “Please don’t tell me there is no way out other than that secret door or else I will be losing my mind,” he added, his heart skipping in overwhelming beats. He had enough of those goosebumps and chills and fear of being caught. This time, all that was Well had been asking for was a peace of mind. But by the looks of the situation, it seemed like peace of mind would be very difficult to obtain. "How is not the question that we should be answering here. Where is not either," Allen Mar replied in an instant. "The biggest question that we need to find an answer for is When. When do we get out of this place— that, that is where we should be focusing for," he added as he stepped out of his cell and finally, after more or less thirty minutes, he was able to catch a glimpse of light from the torches. " Are you trying to say that there is already an exit from this pl
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
