Full Plan Businesses

  The airplane descended unto the private, small airport in the presidential precinct, with a long carpet, known news, and President Luis and some of his people present. The door slid down, followed with the stairs, stepped on first by Fox's 'bodyguards' before Nala's team went out. Then, at last, with the pair of colossally beautiful ladies before him, Fox stepped down the stairs.

  Fox didn’t miss Luis’s big smile when he saw Esmeralda ‘look’ different, although she looked the same as she left, and different to how she dressed to entice him and Nala in the palace. That palace would make them look back at the lavishness of the place, and where the truth was revealed.

  “Welcome back,” Luis walked forth with Lesly behind him. Roam and Butler remained behind with the others, but Butler also smiled proudly at Fox for some reason. Fox looked at the President and nodded, wanting to end the courtesies quick.

  “You did a great job in Terka, I’m even jealous.” Luis smiled big time as they walked to the main building, with all the news reporters taking thousands of photos and recording as much footage as possible. Luis added, looking ahead and at Fox intermittently, “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Oh? Another?” Fox jumped his left eyebrow, ambiguously commenting. Luis fell silent for 2 seconds before going, “We’ll talk about ‘that’ with more detail, too.”

  “Hng,” Fox grunted, walking ahead of his women, with Lesly walking beside them, smiling like an aunty. Esmeralda was talkative, while Nala crossed her arms and occasionally nodded.

  Lesly looked ‘different’ now, too. She wore a black asymmetrical dress with an extra layer of smooth, transparent brown fabric to cover her left thigh from the front and side. Her hair was a little loose, but still brushed to look disciplined. Elegant yet womanly, more than ever for the latter.

  The men entered the main building silently, with the girls chatting still, even Akina, Alea, Lyan, and Elega were full at it after returning from vacations. The first trip to Terka was for war, the second for ‘vacations’, although they did Fox’s cleansing operation. That was still considered relaxation.

  Once in the presidential office, Lesly stood beside Luis, who sat on his desk. Roam and Butler stood a few steps farther away, aligned with Lesly. Fox, Nala, and Esmeralda stood before Luis’s desk, while the agents stood at the side.

  “Let me say this first— you’ve done great work for Lymoca in a way I never thought possible to see.” Luis stared directly into Fox’s polycoria eyes before sparing a look to Esmeralda. Then, he returned his sharp eyes at his ‘son-in-law’, “I… find myself glad to have heeded some advice.”

  Fox looked down at Esmeralda, who spared him a glance and smiled, revealing her rows of pearly white teeth and closed, curved eyes. Fox humorously blew from his nostrils before returning his attention to the President.

  “Fox, is there anything you’d like to do now?” Luis proposed, giving the young man free choice who, despite receiving a lot of support, knew how to manage part of a nation’s statecraft. Luis further gestured, appearing understanding, “Anything.”

  Fox breathed in, swung his head in the air for a bit, and pressed his lips together before looking down at Luis. “President, I will need a free period of time for now. I find many of my future activities here in Lymoca, and I must give them my full focus…”

  Fox looked at Butler, carrying the strictness one would expect from co-leaders of a hoog secret organization. “And for my special agent’s duties.”

  Butler nodded in satisfaction. Roam smiled gently before nodding, still remembering the young punk who came here to be yelled at and demolished time and again. As for Lesly, she was all smiles seeing this happen, while the PSD agents straightened their backs.

  Nala’s eyes shone and trembled for an instant, wild joy gushing about in her heart. Esmeralda directly showed a big smile, even tapping the side of Nala’s shoe behind Fox’s heels.

  Luis nodded, reassuring with a sideways swing of his head, “That shall be done. You tell me if there’s anything you’d like to know about any more statecraft. Who knows, you might one day ‘rule’ over Lymoca, ey?”

  Fox rolled his eyes, slowly throwing his head to his right shoulder with as much heaviness as he could muster. All Luis could do was grin ruefully before flicking his hand, “Anyway. There’s a pressing matter for next week. We want to bid farewell to the first 100 days of this term with Terka’s successful integration and yourself as the main factors.”

  “In my honor?” Fox returned his body position and face to normal and asked, lifting an eyebrow. Luis softly whipped his head to the side, “That’s one of the factors of this party, yes.”

  Luis then took a device out of one of his drawers and placed it atop his desk. It was a gray box with a black square in the middle, formed by smaller squares, which illuminated a dot in the middle of each small square. In the air, mere inches from the desktop, a hologram appeared.

  It was a representation of the presidential building, the main building and the tower were shown. Luis spun it with a movement from his hand, holding the main building while rotating the tower. It was pure blue ‘energy’ showcasing the buildings, but it almost looked solid!

  “Woh…” Fox reached a hand out, grabbing the tower and moving it out of the area before it dissipated as if hiding from a screen through a corner. Fox kept his grasping motion, returning his hand to the hologram. The tower reappeared in it, causing a grin on the left corner of his mouth.

  “So, this is my surprise? A big party, huh?” Fox asked, stealing the main building from Luis’s hand, who reacted a bit strangely to that. Then, Luis nodded, “The thing that is left is to choose where to hold it. I am for wherever, while Roam wants the tower, and Butler the main building.”

  “It will be much safer to do so in the main building. It’s wide enough, and most situations of endangerment are nullified successfully.” Butler nodded, strictly elaborating. Butler followed with a slight frown, “But not all? What kind of tricks won’t be safe enough to defend on the ground?”

  “Some experts could bypass our security measures and lines, able to reach and attack the structure. However, I believe Miros’s Insect Snake are enough to spot these as much as possible, should there be any.” Butler nodded again, assertive in his take.

  “I think that’s the issue. You might feel an attack on our President is imminent, but there is peace in the world, and no special agents are a match for ours!” Roam pressed his lips and gulped before forming fists. “For an event this important, bound to be historic throughout the world, a high place is the birth of greatness.”

  Fox looked at both Butler and Roam before gazing at Luis. He heard enough, and now decided, so he spoke. “No. I also want to have this celebration, in my honor, on the ground.”

  Fox blinked at Roam, explaining, “I was there, and I planned it— the tower where the Terkan president, To?o R., hid himself— blown to pieces. It is surprisingly easy to aim upwards or plant explosives and destroy the structure of a tower, but the hardened soil protects the ground.”

  Looking at Luis again, Fox confidently worded, “Host it on the ground. It might not be a gala, but it will be for the merits achieved for the south, not to appear high and mighty.”

  “Hmm,” Luis lowered his head and pressed his chin on the back of his hand. Sending a fleeting glance at Roam, who pressed his lips and slightly nodded in quick succession, Luis nodded. “That should be it, then. Well, you will need a better suit for next week, so meet Colmillo after.”

  “Shall we talk about ‘the other’ surprise before this one?” Fox nodded a few times in a row before glancing at Luis straight in the eye. Luis blinked and blinked before throwing a glance around, “Can we not speak of this now? We’re all in the same cir-”

  “Just you and I.” Fox crossed his arms and lowered his eyelids. He wouldn’t change his mind, and nobody could. Even Esmeralda, who pouted, didn’t see an opening to change his mind. The special agents, Butler, Roam, and Lesly stepped towards the exit.

  Nala had to pull Esmeralda by the shoulder so Luis could be left alone with Fox. Half a minute later, there were only two, with Luis giving Fox a strange glance. Fox beat no bush.

  “You sent me to your daughter!?” Fox frowned and barked out. Luis’s eyes widened, blinking twice with his lips parting, “Are we talking about your first mission?”

  “I’m talking about the call Ego received right as I was agreeing to PSD’s proposal.” Fox looked at his ‘father-in-law’ with steeled eyes. Luis fell silent for some moments before nodding, “That call was me. I was allowing you to enter Piya Sanctum District. I decided it because-”

  “If I hadn’t said no, would have I been struck? If you hadn’t accepted me, I would’ve died?” Fox interrupted him, solely looking for answers. Luis stopped talking, looking at Fox helplessly again.

  “It wouldn’t have made sense to leave such a potential danger to the country go, who had just been wanted by the entire nation. That was a lot of hate that no person can carry while living beside it, with it. I wouldn’t have left it to your mood if something worse than Lesly’s life being in danger occurred.” Luis spoke after more seconds of silence.

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  “So you have this kind of resolve far before anything like Terka happened, huh? Yet, you still needed someone to tell you how to not be a weak pi?ata.” Fox walked left and right before Luis’s desk. Luis felt his chest heaving up and down, just a bit, but clearly afflicted.

  “No wonder you were so angry with me. It wasn’t because I was unruly and ‘dangerous’, as you put it, but because you and Esmeralda went through, as Roam puts it, tricks to have me linked to you in duty and family bond?” Fox continued, tilting his head a lot to the right, crossing arms.

  “…” Luis leaned his head diagonally, unable to come up with anything decent enough to voice. Fox looked down at Luis, slowly releasing his arms before articulating, “Fine. There were also many instances where I could’ve killed you. Even Butler could be surprised by the younger me, let alone now.”

  “…” Luis looked at Fox directly, not a ripple in his sharp, gray black eyes. Seeing the calm Luis could still adhere to, Fox blinked and relaxed his eyebrows and eyelids. “Why is this treatment towards me so good now? It was there before I became the Senior Minister. I guess Esmeralda convinced you to let me see her, so we could be together again. Even with Nala.”

  Luis tilted his head down, his chin diving to his left shoulder, and his eyes low. Fox shrugged his shoulders, shaking them in the process. “Esme says she chose me. But she disappeared out of fucking nowhere. Would I ever be in danger of ‘being too dangerous’ again without her? Only then did you see me like a well-fucking-deserved partner beside you.”

  Fox wrinkled his nose, showing the small, but honest, rage welling inside him. But hearing those words, Luis snapped his head back up and stared into Fox’s polycoria eyes. “No! I c- will never!”

  “…” Fox tilted his head in wonderment before blowing a smooth sigh through his nostrils. “I guess that means I’m no longer your punching bag?”

  “It should have never been, perhaps. But you did need disciplining.” Luis lowered his head to rub his forehead with his fingertips, tired and glad to free himself from a headache. Fox blew from his nostrils again, forming a little smirk with his lips. “I suppose that’s true, too.”

  “…” - “…” Luis looked up, his eyes fully open, and Fox looked down, wearing a relaxed visage. Luis sat straight, closing his eyes while shaking his head.

  “It’s been a year and a half since we met. Can you believe it?” Luis smiled from ear to ear for a moment, nostalgia assaulting him for an instant. Fox blinked and arched his left eyebrow, “It’s been that, huh? A lot has happened in a year and a half.”

  “Hof,” Luis scoffed. His tummy jumped a little. Forcefully caressing his cheeks upside down, he commented, “I never thought my third term would be realized. I was low already— dispirited, and so unconfident. I think I only kept running because someone was carrying all that on her back behind me, and was faster than I.”

  “Tsk,” Fox scoffed too, lighter and lower. With a smile showing his rather smooth canines, he spoke. “I never envisaged myself getting up again. Thought ‘2 decades would be enough for me’ to rot the brain, then my body. Don’t even mention finding a little lover in a school, or my paradise job workplace. Much less something like… ‘this’.”

  Fox gestured to himself, as simple and plain as that, but it attracted Luis’s attention, and it made him feel desolate; even sad for the ‘boy’.

  “You’ve come along farther than even I, kid. Your name isn’t put beside that Lemyonova lass because… you’re scary, hah hah.” Luis chuckled at the end. Fox tilted his head to the left, before hanging it as he thought.

  “Women.” Both said at the same time before looking at one another. Their dumb faces smiled meekly, pressing their lips as tight as possible, looking comical yet somehow warm.

  “Eh?” Fox seemed to notice something, facing Luis with his back before sitting on the edge of the opposite side where Luis sat. Turning his head over his shoulder, Fox said with a smug, open smile, “Are you sure you should ‘talk’ about your daughter in that way? Tsk, tsk.”

  “You…” Luis whispered, not even realizing he reacted this way until he saw Fox’s eyes widen and his jaw relax.

  ‘Oops. That’s my cue to leave.’ Fox stepped off the edge of the table, scurrying away, carrying his manliness and Luis’s face to safety.

  “Damned brat…” Luis looked at the exit, not realizing the moment Fox disappeared. ‘He’s getting better and worst at getting to me. Esme didn’t do something to bother me more, did she?’

  Step, tap, tap. A few seconds after Fox left, Lesly entered. She smiled with a blush to Luis, sparing a glance to the secret door to the bedroom behind his desk. Luis relaxed, seeing his woman. But while she placed her hands down his shoulders, to his chest, she shyly spoke, “Foxie noticed. He came out holding his nose and speaking about ‘too much perfume’.”

  “Ah… I’m going to cut his balls off.” Luis shook his head, decided. Lesly smiled thinly, “I told you it wouldn’t matter. He noticed in the end.”

  “Sigh… although I guess that won’t matter anymore for him. Anyway…” Luis looked at Lesly’s hands before tracing his eyes up to her face. Lesly was peacefully gazing at his head, wanting to caress his hair, like a creature reposing after a good meal of grass and flowers.

  But when the predator gazed at her, she blinked and looked at him blankly. Then, she shook her head, mirthfully caressing the back of Luis’s head, “No, no. I’ve been hearing you’ve been ‘dating’ a ‘supreme’ someone else too much lately. I’m too jealous to give it to you.”

  “Ah! That’s because I’m so close to finishing presenting the draft!” Luis went puppy eyed and clingy, holding her hands together, rubbing her backhands with his nose and cheeks. “Valeria already found the places for Fox’s mansion, you know? I heard he needed multiple rooms.”

  “!” Lesly’s eyes shone. They didn’t need to speak anymore, she placed her index finger and said before planting a kiss on his lips with her finger still there. “Okay. Only once, and with clothes on!”

  Anything was a victory for Luis at this moment. Without pondering, he grabbed her legs and around her shoulders, standing up in one go like a big, strong, and manly man. Lesly gawked like a teenage girl, brought to the cave of passionate love, although it was first used by Fox.

  ***

  ANS, major capitol. In the assembly room.

  The president, Gant Comfor, and multiple ‘senior’ leveled status congresspeople sat around a large table with triangular ends. They had just gone through a heated debate, the last of many, and finalized with a vote count. It was a tie between 2 people, who will become the spokesperson for the country’s matters, internal or external.

  Gant looked at everyone and accommodated the pile of documents on the table, starting, “Well, this is the last time we have this meeting. It’s been boring enough. Ugh. Let’s congratulate the next spokesperson…”

  Senator Garalf Stient straightened his back and lifted his chin proudly, wearing a strict expression. He was an old, white senator who had everyone’s respect to a certain degree. It was his attitude that was shortcoming.

  On the other side of the ‘ring’, senator Laen Worfield. The still young, black man who has risen from the previous term until this point, amazing his seniors, and gaining enough backing. It wasn’t for nothing that he had the aid of another worthwhile senator, Asla Veyson.

  While Laen Worfield looked from one side to the other, his forehead slightly sweated, but Asla, the blondie with creamy white skin and lake green eyes, looked spectacular. It was like it was her who contended for the spokesperson title against Garalf Stient.

  Yet, an influential figure on Laen’s side was Heyn Poetswalt, an older, middle-aged man with short black hair, but not just any. As the senate president, Poetswalt was the center of attention within the capitol. Always strict and upright; yet, he supported Laen, who was opposite of Garalf.

  Garalf and Heyn weren’t enemies, not even mentor and apprentice, or anything close to that. Only their points of view varied, with Poetswalt wanting to keep the senate, and its presidency, away from the thoughts of those like Garalf, who were more inclined towards the Judgment Key.

  Their ‘Humane’ Key has been a farce since changing in the 8th century, but ANS has kept it high and going since then, to the point it is believable. This country only needed one radical individual who would do whatever they wanted, even from deep inside, to change that trajectory.

  That would weaken their global position worldwide, something enjoyed to ecstasy until these shaky years, where it was threatened. Thus, it was no wonder someone like Garalf thought they had more chances now. But Heyn couldn’t just let this be. Should the old man get a foot, he’ll reach for the entire body in 5 years…

  Furthermore, the support he received was real and powerful, with only the president’s vote able to decide the winner.

  The president, Gant Comfor, had even lowered his ‘status’ and made the president’s inner voting to be valued as 1, equal to everyone else. It was 50/50 now, with his the deciding vote.

  Looking at their faces, Gant smiled and scoffed, “Heh! If only we had a larger audience and some cameras, this would be Lymoca’s curious trials all over again. What a pity. And it seems like we won’t see any of them again in a long time, perhaps after I die…”

  “Ah,” Gant shook his head, sobering from his nostalgia. “Let’s welcome as the new spokesperson of ANS, inside out— senator Laen Worfield!”

  Garalf tightened his lips and shook his head in defeat, throwing it back before hanging it a little low. Laen’s eyes widened. Before long, he stood up and smiled at everyone, offering words to the president. “Thank you for your trust, Mr. President!”

  “Short and efficient, I like that.” Gant’s bothered expression, like an old man in the middle of a teenager party, was erased, replaced by a quick smile. “He makes my little time remaining worth it, heh heh.”

  “Hahahahaha…!!” The assembly laughed with him. He tried to stand up, but he couldn’t. Nobody seemed to notice, which was both good and worse for the president, so he decided to keep quiet and let the rest walk out of the room first.

  When there were only a few left, including Heyn and Asla, who had smiles plastered on their victory faces, and Laen, Gant looked at them from the side, still in his seat. Laen stood up and met with his aides, voicing endless thanks to Heyn and Asla before walking out together.

  Just before leaving, Laen looked back at the president, wanting to spend more time with the old man. But he saw him busy reading some documents on the table, and then thought of not wanting to be a bother to the man who helped achieve his dreams sooner. Thus, Laen turned his head and walked off with his comrade and mentor.

  Not even 10 seconds later, Earl Comfor, the president’s son, entered the assembly room and met his father. He smiled, grabbing a few things from the table before nodding in departure, “I forgot something, father. I’ll see you later, I suppose.”

  When Earl turned, he had a toothy smile spreading his lips. Gant looked at his son’s back with upturned eyes, his head still a bit lowered. When his son was just about to step around the entrance, he called out with his old voice, a bit hoarse and nearly self-cut off.

  “Wait! Earl, you don’t come before me because you forgot something.” Gant gulped as many times as he could to feel better while his son turned around with slightly narrowed eyes. Gant looked at his son knowingly, rising his voice the same as before, “If you want to be president after your father, you ought to stop playing like you’re a dog chasing tails and a servant. Now, come here. What do you have to say, ah?”

  …

  Let It Rain's note: Why do I hear sad music-after-cinematic with-great-devastation?