The restaurant shimmered under golden chandeliers, their flickering light casting long shadows that danced across creamy walls. Crystal glasses clinked softly, voices wove into a soothing murmur, and the rich scent of roasted garlic, thyme, and seared meat curled through the air. Keal sat at a corner table, his face calm, but his stomach twisted. The velvet curtains swayed faintly, as if brushed by an unseen breeze, and their tucked-away alcove felt like a trap, isolating them from the vibrant dining hall.he feels that somthing is not good someone is starting at him but he can't see theme and it's make him so uncomfortable
"Kevin," Keal said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the hum, "can you change our seat.i don't want a alcove or private room like can I get a seat in main dinning hall
"Kevin, the waiter, nodded quickly,. "Of course, sir. Please, come with me.
"Ryyan and Liza exchanged puzzled glances as they stood. The driver, slouched and grumpy, muttered, "Just give me food, anything, I don't care." They followed Kevin down a hallway, its thick red-and-gold carpet muffling their steps. The corridor pulsed with life—people chatting, laughing, their voices blending into a peaceful hum, not loud but calming, like a distant stream. The air carried a faint whiff of jasmine from a vase and the sweet tang of spilled wine.
The main dining area sprawled before them—crisp white tablecloths, silverware gleaming under soft lights, and a massive glass wall framing the city's skyline. Buildings glowed in the sunset's pink and gold, their edges softening in the haze. Keal pointed to a table by the window, its view open yet intimate, the city's lights twinkling like scattered jewels. "Can I get that seat"
Kevin see the seat and say as a remember sir that seat was booked he so.he gonna refuse but suddenly he remmer oh
Sorry sir you can that seat was booked for Tommorow not today you can sit there.
"Liza stepped closer, her brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?she asked comming near to keal.she feels somthing was wrong because Keal mostly time eat in his room without anyone he didn't eat with so many people and today he wants to eat in that much voice as she knows Keal he hate noice.
"Keal shook his head, forcing a tight smile. "No, I just want to feel some sillece.
"Oh, okay," Liza said, her voice doubtful, but she followed.she knows what he want to say she has raised him for all years and some time he talk somthing you think did't make sense but as she knows him he was saying that now the silence is more louder than any voice.he has lost somthing he can't get back but the most painful think was they don't care. That if he loss theme.
Liza now dont ask any questions she didn't wants give stress to keal.but she don't know the orginal resson.
The table was set with heavy, elegant menus. Keal flipped through his, pausing. "Give me this dish he pointed on a dish wich name is so long he said, pointing.
Liza ordered a roasted vegetable tart, her voice soft but firm. The driver mumbled for a steak, barely glancing up.
Ryyan stared at the prices, his face twisting. "What the hell? This much for human-made food? No, no, no, I'm not doing this! suddenly everyone listen a voice frome ryyan stomach.
"Ryyan huffed, muttering, "Robots cook better," but picked a spiced lamb dish. "This better be worth it."
"Anything else, sir?" Kevin asked,
Liza shook her head. "No, we're good. Just bring the food.
The dishes arrived, steaming and vibrant—glossy sauces swirled like paintings, bright herbs scattered like emeralds. The smell hit hard: rosemary, smoked meat, a sweet hint of citrus, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Ryyan sniffed, skeptical, convinced humans couldn't outdo robots. Everyone dug in, but he stared, poking his lamb. Then, hesitantly, he took a tiny bite. The flavors exploded—bold, warm, like a fire bursting to life. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft "Uff…" escaping, not loud but deep. Suddenly, he attacked the plate, sauce smearing his chin, eating like a man possessed.
The table froze, staring. Keal laughed, grabbing a napkin and wiping Ryyan's face, nudging him. "Eat, it's all yours." Ryyan slowed, cheeks flushing, but kept going.
One more ryyan say to the kevin
Kevin has a proud smile on his office course sir.but his smile is like as I say our chefs are teacher of your robots.
Keal's attention shifted. A stare pierced the room's warmth, heavy and sharp. He angled Ryyan slightly toward the glass wall, its faint reflection showing the dining hall's silhouettes. A man siting on some tables distance. his grey coat draped over the chair, clashing with the tailored suits. Keal's eyes narrowed, tracing every detail: the man's hands rested on the table, fingers unmoving, ignoring his untouched wine glass. His posture was rigid, shoulders squared like a soldier's, his jaw set tight. His eyes flicked toward Keal's table every few seconds, quick but deliberate, scanning without lingering. The coat was worn at the cuffs, a faint stain on the collar, as if he'd been on the move for days. His scuffed boots peeked from under the table, caked with dried mud, and a slight bulge under his coat suggested something hidden—a device or weapon. His left hand twitched, brushing near his ear, where a glint of metal caught the light, small and concealed, like an earpiece. He sat alone, no plate, no companion, his presence a stark contrast to the lively groups nearby.
Keal kept watching, noting the man's subtle shifts—a slight lean forward, as if catching a sound, and the way he avoided a passing waiter's tray. His face was unshaven, a shadow of stubble darkening his jaw, and his eyes, though sharp, carried a faint weariness. This wasn't a diner; this was a predator. The corner of Keal's mouth twitched, a smile starting to form, slow and deliberate, spreading as he held the man's reflected gaze for a fleeting moment.
After the meal, Ryyan leaned back, his face glowing. "God, is that heaven?" he muttered, blissful.
Kevin appeared, wiping his hands, a grin spreading. "Told you, sir, you'd love it.
"Keal pulled out a card to pay, beckoning Kevin closer. Klean wishpered somthing in kevin mounth wich only listend by kevin Kevin's face stayed blank, his eyes glinting. "Thank you, sir," he said, taking the card.
Ryyan sees klean wishpering somthing.
So he asked what you said to kevin boss
Nothing I just appreciate the food it's so amazing.
Keal, Liza, Ryyan, and the driver stood, heading for the exit. As they hona little further the grey coated man stood up going to exiting door klean liza and ryyan is still visible , his movements quick, almost frantic, as he started after them. He didn't see a waiter approaching, carrying a tray of glasses filled with thick, syrupy liquid. The two collided with a jolt, glasses tumbling, splashing the grey man's coat and shattering on the floor with a sharp cracking sound that cut through the dining hall's mrrrrrrrrr.the sound is so annoying
The grey coated man close his ear and say what he hell you blind.yiu can't see that big guy comming there and and What is this in a wine glass? Why is it so sticky, you bastard?" the grey-coated man snarled, voice raw with fury.
waiter flailed, apologizing. "Sorry, sorry, sir, I am focusing on to maintain Ballance of the glases didn't saw you.and that's not wine it's some sweet serum.its orders by some College students for a prank.
"The grey man swiped at his coat, rage boiling. This is disgusting, sticking like glue.he thaught If I lose Keal, I'm done. What idiot carries this crap? His skin crawled, the syrup drying into a tacky crust. "Where the hell is the washroom?" he demanded
"Down the hall, first door left," the waiter said, pointing.
As the grey man stormed off, the waiter glanced toward Kevin, who stood near the window. Kevin flashed a quick smile and a thumbs-up to a figure nearby, who nodded subtly. A gust of wind whipped through the open door, lifting Kevin's shirt. A paper peeked from his pocket, scrawled with Keal and 300k credits. Kevin shoved it deeper, heart pounding, and slipped into the crowd.
The grey-coated man rushed to the washroom, scrubbing the sticky mess, the sweet stench clinging to his nose. His earpiece crackled. "Move! He's in the parking lot!" He bolted outside, rain falling lightly, slicking his hair.
In the parking lot, he spotted Keal and his crew crossing to a black sedan, their figures blurred by the drizzle. His pulse spiked. He sprinted to his team's SUV, yanking the door open. "Follow that black car
"Mick, at the wheel, squinted through the rain-streaked windshield. "Which one? Tons of black cars here.
""That one!" He pointed at the sedan pulling out, its tinted windows dark. Four shadows sat inside—one driving, three in the back. They didn't move right, stiff like mannequins, but he was too angry to care. "Go!
"The engine roared, a deep snarl echoing through the lot, rattling his bones. Tires screeched, burnt rubber stinging his nose as they peeled out, chasing the sedan's taillights.
The city streets gleamed wet, rain smearing neon lights into streaks of pink, blue, and green. The sedan darted through traffic, smooth as a blade, weaving between honking cars. Their SUV lumbered behind, engine whining, tires slipping on slick asphalt. The air was thick—exhaust, wet pavement, the electric buzz of the chase.
"Stay on them!" he barked, gripping the dash, knuckles white.
The sedan hit a curve, drifting hard—tires hissing, leaving black arcs on the road as it slid sideways, then snapped straight. Water sprayed from the tires, catching the neon glow like sparks. They followed, but their brakes screamed—a shrill wail clawing his ears. The SUV skidded, nearly clipping a van. Horns blared, the city alive with noise—engines growling, tires slapping pavement, rain drumming on the roof.
Traffic thinned near the village, cars fading until it was just them and the sedan. The sedan's taillights glowed like eyes, taunting through the downpour. They pushed harder, the SUV's roar bouncing off empty buildings, but the sedan was faster, slipping through turns, leaving tire marks like signatures on the wet road. The rain intensified, blurring the world, wipers struggling.
In a silent stretch near the village, the air shifted—electric, heavy. A glowing orb materialized above the road, hovering, its glyphs pulsing like a living rune. The asphalt cracked, twisting. "What's that?" Mick shouted. The orb flared, and a wave of arcane energy—magic fused with tech—surged. A deafening crack shook his teeth, the pulse slamming their SUV. It spun, tires shrieking, smoke pouring as the engine died.
The sedan stopped, untouched. His team leaped out, wielding no guns—only shimmering glyphs on their gloves, crackling with energy. They struck the car, martial arts infused with magic. Punches landed like thunder, glyphs flaring, cracking the sedan's frame. The metal groaned, windows splintering, glass scattering like diamonds on the wet road.
They ripped the doors open.
And all are theme get shocked the car was totaly distroyed frome inside.
But inside the car their is no one not even anybody but but they remember that they saw Keal and his all going in this car so where they go.and and even the leave the car but who they saw in car the 4 shadows how.they immeadeatly runn behind to be safe.
Now he got why his boss say to you.
Never thinks that's you are dealing with a 11 year old boy some time mind and maturity didn't come frome age you never seen him I have seen him in my life only once but his eyes scanned me like MRI I feel that he knows my secrets.
His heart sank. They weren't hunters—they were trapped.
They are still near to the sedan but suddenly the feel a big danger like they are being someone target now and at this point.
The Knows they are in so big trap and mostly chaches they will never escape this trap.