The Universe Is Innately Just 216 Last Line Part Three

His ascension stopped, and he traversed the corridor that led him to the wooden doors of the conference room. He breathed deeply, collected his thoughts, and pushed the door open. A flash of puzzlement appeared on his face, and the image of the conference room confirmed what he had picked up with his senses.

"Where are they?", he thought before scanning the building with his blood perception. He remembered the blood essence of a few higher-ups; if they were present inside of the police department, he would notice the signs of their blood essence without any difficulty.

He scanned through the hundreds of individual presents but didn't get any result from the search. "AI, call Walter.", he ordered before picking a random chair where he sat.

It took a few seconds of beep for the other side to pick up the call. "Oh, Fell, you're back?"

"Uhmm", nodded the young cultivator while rubbing his eyebrows.

"Anything new?", asked Fell in a hurry.

"Yes, we have picked up the signal from the satellites. Ma.s.s movement of living organisms have been detected not far from the walls of our cities. They are approaching at a fast pace. According to our calculation, they will arrive in New Casablanca in Four hours."

A sharp breath made its way down to Fell's throat, and he sat silently without answering Walter. The deadline had dropped, and the calamity was approaching their doorsteps at a fast pace.

"I'll get myself ready. Where do I join you when I finish?"

"You won't have to travel far as you will help in the defense on the west door of the city.", responded Walter before adding. "I need to leave you, and there is a lot of preparation that needs to be dealt with."

"I see, good luck.", responded the youth before closing the line of communication.

"AI, set the alarm to be ready in two hours.", he ordered before getting up from the chair. He retraced his steps and moved inside of the corridor before taking the elevator. The next minute, he was back in the street of the city outside of the police department.

"Should I make a journey back? Or should I trust his capacity in making it in time as he promised?", he thought for a few seconds. His leg nearly kicked on the ground under him, sending him streaking back toward the Core. But, he refrained himself as he didn't know if an event unexpected by all would happen.

He turned around, looked at the police department, and stepped back in. He gazed at the last few officers that were making a logistical plan and approached one of them. The tired officer was in the midst of leaving his desk, but he heard the steps approaching him, and he noticed the black-haired youth walk in his direction.

"h.e.l.lo, can I help you?", asked the police officer with a polite tone.

Fell hesitated for a second as he saw the advanced state of fatigue the man was in. He didn't feel like abusing the man's politeness and was going to retrace his steps and ask someone else. But he heard creaking and squeaking noises escape from the desk; His eyes were drawn toward the radio, and his lips opened up before Fell asked a question.

"Can this make a call to the slums?". The police officer who's hand was moving toward the radio equipment stopped in his track, and gazed at the black-haired youth for a moment before nodding.

"Can you help me set up one?"

The man nodded another time, and he sighed before sitting back on his chair. "Which frequency do you want me to connect you with?", the man asked after pressing a few b.u.t.tons on his equipment.

"c.r.a.ps…", cursed Fell in a low tone. He had forgotten about that fact before asking for a call, and he didn't know any of the frequencies that Moha or Sifiso might use. "Try to check if there is anyone in the slums that is currently using a radio.", an slightly dark face appeared on the face of the police officer.

Fell still wanted to try as it would help him gain time. Even with his speed, it would again take him more than an hour to arrive in the slums, and making the journey twice without much rest wasn't the best idea; especially when he had just acquired the potential hour of arrival of the beast wave.

Despite his envy of closing his eyes one last time to rest, the man greeted his teeth a began moving his equipment from one frequency after another. After pa.s.sing through dozens of empty channels, Fell couldn't help but tap on the shoulder of the man and asked for his seat.

"You can go, I think I can use manage with this equipment."

A glimpse of joy flashed on the officer's face, and he didn't make Fell wait long before giving him his seat. He grabbed the coat lying on the chair and grabbed his wallet before darting out of the police department. His steps were unsteady, and the moment he left his desk, his eyes began dozing off from fatigue.

"This shouldn't be a difficult task…", ushered Fell before grabbing the headset resting on the table. His hand moved toward his head, and he dropped the headset on his head before focusing on the dials in front of him.

He began turning the dial used to change the frequency, focused on the sounds that were sent to his ears while moving from one channel to another. At first, his movement wasn't precise, and the frequencies he picked were empty, with only a grating grazing noise in response.

But after five minutes, he managed to hear a complete sentence.

"What do you mean by the line of transport have been cut, Jack?", Fell's eyes opened in surprise.