Philippe thought that he would need to connect to The Wayward Millionaire Freddrick Heithecker as soon as possible, well, because he is wayward, unpredictable, crazy and vengeful toward The Council. The runaway tycoon is so sure that Freddrick would be intrigued by his case to overthrow this system for good, and thus, support Philippe's muscle shortage without condition. Philippe will have no trouble to gain back his old connections those seeds he had already planted in his own city long before. However, his people are mostly lawyers, journalists, doctors, who hardly have any power to stop the Timekeepers or others to tie him up and give him to The Council. He doesn't believe in his bodyguards as they stayed in the household far too long under the influence of the unknown elements, his wife. He does not want somebody who would thrust a knife when he turns away.
However, everything turns out much better than his imagination.
Well, first, he still has a lot of trouble. His face is all over the city, demanding him to lay low, and the hell if he dared to walk on the surface anytime soon. However, the underground system is not something people updates theỉr data. Philippe is testing the water. The maze under the city, even with his map, can be tricky, as almost a hundred years had passed. There is no way to be sure that any pathway had been destroyed by whatever the reason. Somebody used to live there in the time of Hunger before his birth. Somebody used those drainages to hide from being chipped. These people, they had been raided by the government or the mercenaries of Carleton Biotech Inc., whichever forces, all tended to overly use firepower, which destroyed thousands of things that were not been reported due to propaganda to protect the image and that institutions and their actions
He tries to bypass the distance of 7 km under the metro of zone 12 and zone 6 to zone 4 on foot to get to Freddrick's private apartment first. Due to the nature of his world, facilities are supposed to serve much more people, of course, everywhere underground is f*cking lit. The soft, blue-white light laminating on the dirtied cover similarly bland white endless walls even tiered him more. Or into the railways, Philippe is easily be swallowed by the complete darkness if not for his lightning watch. In, out. Light. Dark. Black. White. They tirelessly replace each other in that tunnel. Regardless, without right maintenance, everything metal - the telephone booth, the railways- is covered in dust and rusty old reddish color, just the same with this dying world lingering on what used to be. And he, the forsaken hermit, covers his face with a mask, hides under the black hoodie, hopes to not disturbs this ruin more than displacing the dust and to not calling out any attention from anything, anyone.
He is not sure if anybody still hides underground like the day before. It is against the urge to get closer to other; however, for a person without worrying about the clock, hiding here is inevitable as nobody is here to ask any hard to answer questions. But, it also means, they live against the law, they are surely criminals, aren't they?
Philippe ironically curves his lips to a smirk. He is also a criminal, now. His face is everywhere. His arm shows a daring 13 zeroes underneath the thin sleeve. "Clink". His smirk is stopped suddenly because of the sound of something metal just drop on the floor. Fuck! He turns around too slow to see clearly, but still, enough to recognize a movement. He is fucking followed!
Run.
It is nothing funny if you got stalked, especially if your head worth something, which is a great motivation for your stalker. He has to come up with some plans as soon as possible. Running straight is a race of time, of who can last longer. Using the map, he suddenly turns for the maintenance door. Slamming it shut behind, he quickly climbing upstairs into the chamber, trying to smash everything he sees on the ground. Still, the race does not last very long, before reaching to the ladder to get out of the underground system toward a restriction property in zone 12, he got tackle down on the ground.
After all, his bones are over 110 years old, and he did not need to run in the last 70 years, never. Despite being hurt by the sudden fall, he still tries to struggle to get out of the person on his back weight. This one knows his job, he already takes Philippe's arms behind his back, for more control, and, maybe for his time.
"Sorry to disappoint you, I have no time at all!" Philippe triumphs as his 13 zeroes would be enough to discourage any thieve.
Philippe can feel the surprise of his offender as he rolls Philippe's sleeve up. However, that suspend has stopped too fast. The person quickly sits on his arms and then turns his face back, and throws away the mask.
"Philippe Weis/ Raymond Leon" They yell in surprise at the same time.
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No Regrets
Fanfiction"Citizens have takes to the street." "And now, citizens are crossing Zones, entering New Greenwich" "Others fear the system might head for collapse." And Philippe, Sylvia's finance magnet father told her: "But, don't fool yourself. In the end, nothi...
