Back at the Gaspé Peninsula, a secured vehicle, accompanied by two other vehicles ahead and several behind, headed southward. It was clear that they were transporting Klaus. Within the vehicle, he was cuffed with a special lock around his neck, while two large square locks were placed on his wrists. These locks were devices used to slow down the body functions of supernatural beings. For weaker supernatural beings, they completely sealed off their powers, while for those like Klaus, they only affected their abilities, making him more frail, like a sick human.
Klaus sat in the middle of the bus, surrounded by security personnel, obviously another batch of soldiers who were well-armed. The chair he sat on was also part of the locking device. His face was pale, his body trembling, and his eyes had dark circles. His mouth was dry, and he struggled to breathe, like any human would. It was clear that the locking device was a dangerous thing for supernatural humans.
"He seems to have a very sensitive reaction compared to the previous ones we've escorted," said one of the soldiers.
"Yeah, it proves that he has more capability compared to the ones we've seen," another soldier replied.
"Such a pity he wasn't a recruit for the government. Such young blood," a third soldier chimed in.
"Hehehe, he'll probably end up not very good by the time we reach the checkpoint near Quebec Airport at St. Lawrence for the swap," laughed the soldier driving the vehicle.
"Why'd you say that?" another soldier asked.
"Ho ho, you wouldn't want to know," the driver replied.
"C'mon, what's with that? It's not like we haven't seen many oddities of a human tortured by the black ops," replied another soldier, seemingly the leader of the transport operation.
"So you know of the black ops, that says why you're not nervous. Anyway, the last two times when I transported one supernatural human whose power was able to manipulate the shape of anything, including the human body, the black ops at the checkpoint practically drilled metal into their heads while attaching another lock that could pierce through the skin to their necks. The sight of it was eerie."
After hearing what the driver said, they all looked at each other's faces as silence fell over the bus. It couldn't be said that they were scared; rather, they found it bewildering. No matter how much they tried to think about it, it was different from the norms the black ops operated by, based on the fact that they had also once worked with them before. Also, such a cruel way of doing things at a checkpoint, even if it was a private road, was no different from the way some murderous supernatural humans who killed some of their comrades operated.
"You know, the most insidious part was that one of my comrades who tagged along had his right leg broken and taken away because he couldn't bear the sight of things and complained," the driver continued, his voice sinking low.
"The funniest part of all was that the ones in charge of the swap that day were ladies, not too young and not too old."
The vehicles arrived at the checkpoint at the Quebec Airport in St. Lawrence. Upon their arrival, they could see another different vehicle with a different design. The vehicle was obviously an armored truck with tinted and bulletproof windows, along with irons attached to it. The truck was double the size of a normal minivan, and there were seven of them present for the swap.
All the Black Ops personnel present were thirty in number, equipped with assault rifles, knives, trackers, and bulletproof vests. They dressed in their short-sleeve operation dresses, without masks, revealing their normal faces.
"Oi, I heard they were only able to get one this time," said one of the Black Ops personnel.
"What a dim sight of luck for them. I was hoping we could get four to five of these supernatural humans to test out my skills," replied another.
"I doubt we'll be able to come across such luck since it's not like they all pop up like bubbles in a swap for us to see," said a third.
"Huh..., you're all getting worse in the head as time goes on," joked another.
"Don't blame us, blame the job," replied the first.
The personnel all chattered amongst themselves while their leader, who sat on a chair in front, looked at the newly arrived vehicle.
The soldiers, after their vehicle stopped, stepped out in an orderly manner, while the vehicle having Klaus within it had the soldiers drag him out with the chair towards the leader of the Black Ops sitting on a chair, jesting along with her comrades.
"Damn, those ladies are hot," commented one soldier at the rear.
"Hey, control yourself, you don't want to be smacked in the face by them," berated the soldier beside him.
Klaus's eyes were bleary as his lips went dry with paleness on his face. His body felt devoid of strength as he tried mustering up his strength to look at who it was they were dragging him to.
Arriving at the Black Ops leader, the soldier gave a valiant salute with his other comrades doing the same. The leader, who saw Klaus's face, couldn't help but blurt out his name, obviously not expecting it to be him. They were all surprised at the reaction of the Black Ops leader, not sure why she shouted his name, but since they didn't want to intrude, they backed off their curiosity.
"We'll take our leave," said the soldier leader, not wanting to waste any more time, remembering what he heard in the bus from one of his comrades.
"When is Commander Gordon coming?" the leader of the Black Ops asked, adjusting her state of mind.
"Don't know yet; he only instructed us to deliver the refugee to you and return to our various bases," the leader answered, pausing his steps.
"Alright, deliver this tape to your base superior when you get back," she said, stretching out a tape she had quickly taken out from the pouch behind her.
The leader collected it and returned to the vehicle he came in, along with his comrades. In a flash, they drove away west, in the direction they came from.
"When is Commander Gordon coming?" the leader of the Black Ops asked, adjusting her state of mind.
"Don't know yet; he only instructed us to deliver the refugee to you and return to our various bases," the leader answered, pausing his steps.
"Alright, deliver this tape to your base superior when you get back," she said, stretching out a tape she had quickly taken out from the pouch behind her.
The leader collected it and returned to the vehicle he came in, along with his comrades. In a flash, they drove away west, in the direction they came from.