Chapter 362: Base
Looking to the left, I took in the image of the runway, my eyes scrutinising the narrow, tarred road that had welcomed our descent.
"No, there aren’t."
The reply to my question about the female domination of the island came from Kelly. As for Linda, without even sparing me a second glance, she strutted away.
I didn’t shy away from looking at Linda’s swaying rear as she departed, and when I looked back at Kelly, the woman narrowed her eyes at me.
"You know you could have fucked that as much as you wanted during the ride, right?"
"I can fuck her whenever I want."
Kelly was taken aback by my confidence, but then she shook her head and waved me over.
"Follow me."
"Where to?"
"Where you’ll be staying in the meantime. The boss will see you later."
Kelly wasn’t bad herself, she had well-proportioned breasts, nice legs, and a fine face. Unfortunately, as much as her rear jutted out, it wasn’t enough to stop me from turning to my right and marching away, leaving the woman leading no one to wherever she was going.
The runway wasn’t long, and at its end, just a few meters away from the plane, were three moderate-sized tents scattered around. Within one of the tents I could spot a radio device, a satellite, and a battery. As for the others, there was an assortment of guns and clothes.
There wasn’t anyone at the runway when we landed, and after taking three steps away from Kelly, I zoomed out of sight. The woman turned around the next second only to find herself all alone.
Echo!!
With the countless times I had used my scouting technique, pushing it to its limits on different occasions, with just a scan, I got not only an overlay of the area closest to me but also a good idea of where I was.
"This is an island."
The island stretched for up to twenty miles, and with the dryness of the soil around me, I easily concluded that it was not too far off from Los Angeles.
"In what direction it was from the city though, eluded me. Travel time was not that long."
With another use of Echo, I got a grasp of all the other essentials. Sixty persons, all female, on the island. Five underground bunkers: three at the center, forming a triangle; another at the far end of the island, this one hosting a few battle boats and a submarine; and the last one, not too far from my position.
The last bunker was special—not just because of the dozen fluid-filled pods it had or its numerous floors, but also because of the dense nature energy that covered it.
"Good thing it’s not my stop."
While the airport was not close to the edge of the island, it was also not too far from it. Putting strength in my legs, I sped through the forest around me, effortlessly evading the cameras that had been placed within it.
The idea to disappear for an hour and give the islanders a scare popped into my head, but thinking of the interrogation and suspicion bound to arise when I revealed myself, I trashed the idea.
Under the last lights from the sun, the beginning of night making its presence, I strolled out from within the trees and approached a concrete structure with a wooden door. Fearlessly, I walked up to the door and then waved.
The door before which I stood was not the main entrance of the bunker, but rather an escape route. I patiently waited for five minutes, then shrugged and began walking away.
"Guess I’ll go find another..."
My tone was loud, but before I could finish speaking, a female voice came from the concrete structure.
"Marcus, wait."
"Oh." I slowly turned back.
Immediately, the wooden door swung open, and the bare space within was exposed. When I stepped into the room, the door closed, and then the room fell.
The descent wasn’t long. In under thirty seconds, the desired floor was reached, and promptly, what had once looked like a wall slid down. On the other side of the wall wasn’t ice cream and welcomes, but rather two females in tight leather.
The females had their pistols out of their holsters and pointing at me, their faces expressionless and index fingers ready to squeeze at any sign of resistance.
"Knees on the ground, hands on your head."
If I didn’t do what I had just been told, I was going to be shot. But before the decision of obedience could be left in my hands, two presences that had been hurrying my way finally arrived.
"Bruff, Gnash, stand down."
I didn’t get to criticize the names of these individuals as the two women who had just arrived added some steps until they were right in front of me, then pinned me with a curious gaze.
Her hair was as dark and long as I remembered it, other than putting on some weight, her hips and cheeks being prime beneficiaries—ninja momma was the same, not different from when I last saw her, that being in London.
The other woman, like the rest of the females on the island, also wore tight leather, her slim frame and widening hips being revealed. But she had on a white demon mask, the horns carved onto it giving it a scary feel.
In all of the island, she was the only one with the mask, and maybe she thought it was keeping her identity a secret from me. The bits of nature energy infused in her mask gave her double assurance, but I could see it all.
"How did you get here?" the masked female asked, her tone so sweet it was clearly unnatural.
"I walked."
Looking away from the female, I stared at ninja momma, my lips cracking into a smile. Though she tried to hide it, her facial expression neutral, I could smell the bits of worry coming off the woman.
She seemed to be realizing she couldn’t control me, and while that amused me, it also confused me, as she should be well aware of my nature and capabilities. Unless...
"Sneaky bitch."