Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

-Two hours earlier-

Ghant was in a better mood, resting in the confines of his office.

Everything was going as planned. In a few hours, he will be privately taken away by those he now trusted the most. Yes~

Everything was going as predicted… everything except one minor bump on the road. [Mr. President, Miss Camilla Jones is here to see you on special orders from Vice-president Doyle]

Ghant frowned. Camilla Jones here to see him?

Truth be told, he didn't like that lady one bit. She was too unprofessional, and left him with a bad taste in his mouth.

There was just something quite unsettling about the lady, something he couldn't place his fingers on. And being the man that he was, he for one stayed away from unsettling people, lest they dragged him into something he wasn't a part of.

He honestly wanted to tell his secretary to send her on her way with the excuse of his busy-ness. However, with the added message from his secretary saying she was here on special instructions to Vice-president Doyle, made Ghant smile bitterly. "Let me in, Doris."

[As you wish, Mr. President.]

Ghant took several deep breaths and pretended to seriously glance through the documents on his desk while listening to the sounds of high-heels slowly approaching.

Ghant didn't know why, but whenever this woman approached, it made his heart race uncontrollably. Not from excitement like most men, but worry and danger. Without raising his head, Ghant parted his lips, "Miss Camilla, I'm a very busy man, so make it quick."

Camilla chuckled, "I'm sure you are, big boy~... But just like you, I don't like wasting time either."

Very slowly, she approached the corner of his desk, sitting seductively with the skirt of her short red suit, displaying her immaculate thighs. Ghant controlled his body, focusing on the documents before him as though his life depended on it. Tsk… "How boring, you are no fun."

Fun? You dare to play with a happily married man's life like this?

"Just get to the point. What do you want?" Ghant carefully raised his head, looking her in the eye as if wanting to gauge the truth from whatever it was she had to say.

"Now now, Mr. President, no need to give a cute lady like myself such a defensive stare… If I didn't know any better, I would think you are hopelessly in love with me."

'Or like hopelessly irritated by you,' Ghant inwardly commented. "Woman, GET TO THE POINT."

"Fine, fine, fine," Camilla raised both hands in defeat, getting up from his desk and finally taking a proper seat on a chair. Soon, the atmosphere in the room changed. Camilla was now serious, with a grim look on her face.

"There's trouble in the Red House, Mr. President. There's an impending assassination attempt on your life that we think will take place in the next 5 minutes."

What?!

Ghant's eyes widened animatedly. 5 minutes! That means the enemy is already within the Red House. And for all they knew, they are now heading for his office right now as they speak. How? How did the enemy infiltrate the Red House so deeply so fast without alerting any major guards?

Could there be a mole in the Red house who leaked the information? How true is the information given to him? And more importantly, can he trust Camilla?

Too late–

BANG! BANG!

Shots were fired at his door, alerting him of the danger he now faced.

Just then, Camilla turned the table over, and took out a gun from underneath her short red suit skirt. Dammit!

He should have pressed the security button that turns this whole place into a barricade. But it was already too late. The enemy shot at his door, kicked it open and was now firing shots their way. Poor Doris… no doubt she should be dead by now. The guards standing outside must also be dead.

"For Freedom~"

The shooters kept yelling these words… the same words the rioters from earlier yelled out too. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!~

Everything happened so fast in a twinkle of an eye. And before he could react, Camilla had killed the intruders, shooting anyone who dared to block their path.

Seeing her skills with his own eyes, Ghant suddenly understood why Doyle kept Camilla around. She was like a covert assassin, the sort you see in blockbuster movies. For a moment, she almost looked indestructible. Ghant in turn momentarily dropped his guard down when following behind her. Shoot here, shoot there… She was like an unstoppable wave of destruction. Soon, they reached the Helipad, and Ghant was once again shocked that she could also pilot a chopper. Sure enough, regardless of how provocative, seductive, and flimsy her attitude was, he should have trusted Doyle enough to know that he won't just bring any useless person to the Red House without good cause or proper qualifications.

Whoop, whoop, whoop~

The chopper took off and vanished in a twinkle of an eye, regardless of how many bullets the enemy on the helipad now shot. He could still hear their curses and cries for his 'unfortunate' escape. It seems that they truly wished to eliminate him, wiping him off the face of this planet. Recalling the many dead staff he encountered during their escape, President Ghant suddenly felt heavy when thinking of their families. Sigh… Ghant sighed heavily while watching various streaks of smoke go up from different points around the city. There was fighting everywhere. Chaos and destruction could be seen for as far as the eyes could see. What happened to his glorious Vardos? What happened to the once proud Capital city he used to boast greatly about?

If Ghant knew that the cause for everything was seated right beside him flying the presidential chopper, he might have actually lost his senses and chosen to crash the helicopter with both of them in it.

At the same time, he didn't forget to keep his phone close to him. Why? So that Wiggins will be able to track him down.

Whoop, whoop, whoop~

The chopper flew for a while, until finally landing in a small desolate looking shelter space. Well, he didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that it was probably one of the many safehouses within the city. They flew past the safe house and first landed in an open space before making the hike and trek to the safe house. Safe at last, were his first thoughts.

However, it didn't take long for him to know what true despair looked like.

…

Reaching the safe house, Camilla knocked the door casually. "Who is it? You won't be one of those pesky rioters who burned down my door last time will yah?" A husky voice questioned from the other side of the door. Camilla chuckled, lowering her head to face the doorknob. "Hey, you old Geezer, open up, Cousin May sent us over."

"Cousin May? Which May?"

"Corner Brook May, the one with the dandelions and saggy tits."

"Well, I'll be damned. I know what May you're talking about."

Clu-chuck~

A mechanical sound echoed from the door, followed by the husky voice again. "Come in… It's open."

Camilla then stood aside, gesturing for Ghant to go in first. "After you, Mr. President."

Ghant stepped in but found no one in the rundown place. Well, the voice must be coming from some high tech Vardos intercom system, Ghant thought.

The house's condition was quite bad. There were layers of paint full of bubbles, now peeling on the walls. There were cracks and countless rotten wooden floor panels wherever he looked. Crooked beams, Weather-worn furniture… Ghant felt the word ,'run-down' was a far better cry than what he saw. Well, since this was a Safe House, it must have been artificially made to look like this to keep intruders out. That was what Ghant thought.

But maybe it was his imagination, but why did he smell the putrid scent of rotting food the deeper he went into the building?

Awww~ So terrible~

Soon, he was led down into the basement, where he met another young man who didn't even bother to give him a nod.

Hey… what's up with this guy? Doesn't he know that he is now standing in the presence of the President of Vardos?

Suddenly, a chill swept through the room at the same time the young man spoke. "Is this the human?"

"But of course…" Camilla unhurriedly answered, while walking towards a covered up object. Whoosh!

The covers were pulled, revealing a massive head to toe oval mirror. What's going on?

Ghant didn't know when, but his body had already subconsciously moved towards the stairway he came from.

Bam!

The basement door above the stairway suddenly slammed shut, and Ghant found himself trapped with these two, with only a single candle dimly illuminating the space. How he wished the candle would have gone off completely, because what he saw next left him screaming at the top of his lungs. "Mr President…"

Crack~

The boy's neck cracked unnaturally. At the same time, his physique grew 3 times his size and his human flesh also began ripping apart like clothing. Ghant shook with uncontrollable tremors, as his mind kept reeling back and forth in catatonic stupor. Crack~

The figure was enjoying the human's predicament. "The party is just getting started, so why don't you stay a little bit longer?"

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