Chapter 48

48 Training Day

The fight began with Matt and Tisiah quickly going towards each other in charge. The beams of magic flew directly to each other’s bodies before they collided together and produced a large thud sound that reverberated throughout the gymnasium.

After their clash, Matt’s wand was knocked out of his hand by Tisiah as he approached him swiftly with a fist. With a clink, he slipped on the ground and quickly covered himself as if to protect himself from such powerful attacks. Then all of them stood there for about 5 seconds before beginning the next round.

“Okay, so you ain’t too bad,” Tisiah said.

“You too I guess,” Matt added.

They charged again, but this time Matt was prepared.

With a yell, Matt swung his wand and sent a beam at Tisiah, but his beam was easily deflected as Tisiah had a large shield surrounding his body. With a wild shrug, he grinned widely, as he held his head for a moment.

As Tisiah made his way towards the place where Matt was, he smirked.

“Heads up,” he said. He quickly readied his blades with one hand, whereas the other was outstretched to make contact with Matt’s face. Matt’s body bowed forward from the swipe of the blades. “Just my luck,” he said with a low voice.

Matt jumped back for a split second to avoid Tisi’s swipe before quickly sending a beam of energy towards Tisiah. In the same moment, Tisiah was hit, his energy spread outwards from his body. As Tisiah’s body flew several feet into the air and then fell helplessly to the ground, Matt ran towards him.

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“Head the forecast,” Tisiah said, as he exposed his head to Matt.

“Head the forecast,” I echoed.

Matt’s eyes got wide when his beam was met by Tisiah’s, where he quickly dissipated it before he started casting. Now there’s a big difference between the way Matt and Tisiah push their magic energy. Matt pushes out the energy to create a wide beam. Tisiah kind of allowed his energy to come through consecutively with no hesitation.

Suddenly, Tisiah swung his wand over Matt’s head where Matt came in with the beam. Matt’s beam met with Tisiah’s in a narrow way which became very intense as they shot at each other in a clash.

The two beams collided before they met with one another and produced a large explosion, producing a large rush of wind. They both fell back, sweat and exhaustion on their faces.

“I think we proved ourselves,” Matt said, breathing heavily. “I mean, Tisiah was the clear winner, and mine wasn’t that great.”

Tisiah nodded, as he placed his wand in hand. “Nah, I’d say you were,” he said, with a grin.

I couldn’t resist, but Matt was good as well. He was able to produce strong blasts at first, but then became a little defensive in the second round.

“Let’s see how Mari’s doing,” Tisiah said.

***

After a long day of training, I went back into my room about a few minutes before I was gonna be portaled back to my home. So far, everything was fine. I mean, I was concerned about Tisiah and Matt’s fighting styles since those two were capable fighters. Maybe I wasn’t concerned and more of interested to watch. Once I entered my room, I went straight to my bed, laying down on it and turning my head towards the door. My face got heated up a few moments later, when I heard someone literally come into my room.

I rocked my head up to see Mr. Drails inside of my room.

“There you are,” he said, as he closed the door. “I was trying to see where you’ve been, and well probably at the most obvious place ever.”

I chuckled.

“Anyways, there’s something that we’ve found out,” he said. I nodded and got up from my bed, following him to his office.

I sighed, as I closed the door behind me. Nikki, September, Tisiah and Malachi was there once again, taking a seat. “Hello everyone, I’m sure you’re excited to see what I have to offer.”

No one responded, not even one person.

“Okay,” he said. “We’ve found a picture of Marcello from 2011 apparently, once we searched his files. It’s the first time he signed in with the TSA.”

The man was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt underneath. He had a solid build, with short brown hair, which he shook his hand at the camera.

In the first section of the field, Marcello was seen in was an area crowded with people. He had a wide-brimmed hat on, and he also had sunglasses on. There were many chairs and tables set up there as well, decorated for the occasion. There were many flags hanging from the windows in this area and on each of them was written different names that would be attending this event.

The second one was a very narrow place with people gathered near broken down tables in various seats throughout it. At first glance, it would make most people assume that this is some sort of temple or something like that, but if you look closer you can tell that these are supposed to be spectator seats for those who wanted to watch a game. A lot of them were worn out and ripped, though, but there were only a few that look like they’re in good condition.

The third picture was of a man writing with a black pen against a white canvas. The man had short, brown hair and he was wearing square-framed glasses.

“That’s also Marcello, just to let you know,” Mr. Drails said. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“Makes sense, so what does this have to do?”

“What you just saw was his regular spy uniform,” he said. “Marcello was allowed to wear his own fit fot the TSA, just so he would be best when blending in on missions. For example-”

He switched to another picture of Marcello who was still wearing the same fit.

The place looked like a festival, town, something. You could tell that this place was in a place with large skyscrapers, but they were too far in the background, due to the angle and how obstructed the picture was.

“That must be very uncomfortable,” I said.

“Well, I walk around with a suit all day everyday, you’ll learn to get used to it,” Mr. Drails assured.

“So do you think that he might be wearing his outfit once we find him in Russia,” September asked.

“It’s somewhat of a lead,” Mr. Drails said.

“And if he doesn’t?” Malachi asked.

“Look for any resemblences, just in case he comes there with something else,” Mr. Drails said.

“What if he’s just not there in general?” Malachi asked, raising his eyebrows. Clearly, he was serious about his thought that Marcello could’ve just ran away and hid somewhere else.

“We’ll keep looking,” Mr. Drails said. “Obviously. For now just get some rest. You can leave now.”

We exited the room as portals summoned in front of us, and it led me back to my house. Everytime. I walked up to the porch and rung the door, waiting for someone to answer.

My mom opened the door as a smile came across her face.

“Hey honey,” she said, as she came in for the hug. I couldn’t help but to do the same, and I smiled once I felt her touch my back.

“Hey mom,” I greeted.

I went inside the house, moving towards my room. I never felt so happy to be back inside my own home once again. Although, now think about it, my room looks a lot like the one at the YMPA.

Suddenly, I heard a ding on my phone. I quickly snatched it from my pocket and looked at the message sent to me. It said: Picture.

Yeah that’s it. Just “picture.”

I clicked it, thinking it was from Greg or something like that.

But I was wrong, very wrong. In fact, it was from one of my worst enemies, Demetrius Rocke. When I clicked it, I saw a picture of a redhead woman, maybe in the age of 30-35, who was wearing a suit. The woman had a nice, natural smile on her face. Her lips looked soft and gentle, and her eyes were blue crystals that shone brightly into my soul. Her hair was a stark, light brown color. It looked like she had it highlighted with a lighter hue, as there were little pieces of blonde mixed in with the red.

Her hair was down past her shoulders and it looked nice when it swept over the left side of her face and stayed there. From what I could tell, she had put some kind of gel in her hair to keep it from looking too frizzy: the top part was all slicked down while the bottom curled gently over the rest of her body.

When I looked at the subject, it said: Name: Cassandra Nelson. Age: 34 Occupation: FBI.

I gulped in fear, now realizing the purpose of this message. This woman was the whole operation of finding me.