Wizards

CHAPTER 13: Code Red

Jovial was strolling down the hallway, running his thumb through his phone while reading an article, when a Caster bumped into him and spilled coffee on his orange shirt.

     "Sir!" said the startled Caster, "I am sorry, sir!" the Caster grabbed his handkerchief, trying to clean the hot drink off of Jovial's shirt.

     "No, dude, that's alright," Jovial stopped the panicking Caster, "It's quite hot. But it's all well, really," he continued.

     "Are you sure, sir?" the Caster asked, "We could replace your shirt, sir! I could buy —"

     "No, really, I'm all good. Go back to your duties," Jovial waved his hands and the Caster saluted.

     That was a hot and sticky drink; a quick visit to the restroom might not be bad. He pushed the door open, no one's there. He quickly ran the water and let it ran through his arms.

     Man, I drank too much juice today, he thought as he felt an urge to urinate. Certainly, the running water didn't help hold it back at all. He turned the faucet off and went into one of the stalls.

     "I'm telling the truth, man. . . ." said a man's voice, "I heard them."

     Jovial sighed. Whatever happened to duty comes first — and since when did the mighty Casters of humans place gossips over duties?

     "They were screaming at each other!" said the same man.

     "I just have to confirm the ones involve — who were they again?"

     "The Silver Hero and the director."

     "Maybe it was just having a friendly and passionate conversation?"

     "No, man, I'm telling you. They were at each other's throats! Besides, the Silver Hero was never uncool . . . at least no one has ever seen him like that."

     "Well, whatever it is, man, it is none of our business," the other man said.

     "I'm just saying; it's juicy news. I think I may be able to get Jasmine on a date with this valuable gossip at. . . ."

     A door opened and the voices faded.

     "Niflheim and the director?" Jovial whispered, "That is news."

     Something vibrated in his pocket. He slid his thumb on it.

     "Hello, Mori. . . ."

     "Briefing room. Now."

     Jovial heard a beep before he could utter a word. He sighed and said, "Always in a hurry."

     He went to the briefing room.

     "Where's Niflheim?" he asked Morrigan and she answered with a shrug.

     High-ranking Casters and the Death Squad except Niflheim were all presents. Jovial sat beside Morrigan at the front seat.

     "So, what's going on?" he asked.

     "I don't know either, but I think I might have a clue,"

     "You don't think it's about Niflheim and the director, do you?"

     "No. Why? What about them?"

     "I've heard they were fighting."

     "That doesn't sound like Niflheim,"

     "That doesn't sound like him alright. But I'm not sure. I just overheard some of the Casters talking about it."