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Chapter 105: Secret Deal Between The-Commission And The Government

Chapter 105: Secret Deal Between The-Commission And The Government

The scene opened with an intense stillness, the tension so thick it felt suffocating in the dimly lit room.

The room itself was modest but carried an air of unease—plain walls with minimal décor, a wooden table scarred from years of use, and mismatched chairs surrounding it.

Seated around the table were the four core members of the infamous "The- Commission" unit: Atlas, Zora, Gus, and Hang.

Each bore expressions darkened with anger, their postures rigid and their eyes fiery.

Zora sat slumped in his chair, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding eye contact with the others.

His muscular build and crimson streaks in his white hair were now unremarkable compared to the guilt etched across his face.

Gus, the heaviest among them, broke the silence by slamming his meaty hand on the table, the impact causing a reverberating thud that echoed through the room.

"Zora! When you can’t control your powers, why don’t you listen to us?" Gus roared, his voice trembling with frustration.

Zora flinched but didn’t look up. He muttered, "The vampire was incredibly strong. I needed to use more power to take them down. I didn’t know that... that my powers would harm our own people too."

At this, Gus’s face turned a darker shade of red, his fury palpable.

Gus, the brains of the group despite his somewhat unkempt and unattractive appearance, leaned forward.

The sharpness in his eyes contrasted with his otherwise unassuming demeanor.

He had been the glue holding the group together, but even his patience seemed to be wearing thin.

"You’ve ruined everything, Zora," Hang said coldly, his words cutting like knives. "Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve caused? People are furious with us. And not just anyone—these are the people we swore to protect! If public anger escalates, they might attack you outright. Even with your powers, do you think you can fend off everyone? And worse, if the government decides to act against us, we’d have no one to save you."

Zora’s head snapped up at this. His usual bravado was replaced by visible fear. The weight of Hang’s words seemed to crush whatever remnants of confidence he had left.

Atlas, seated beside Gus, raised his hands defensively when Zora glanced his way. "Don’t look at me like that!" he exclaimed. "I warned him—tried my best to stop him—but he wouldn’t listen!"

Hang turned his piercing gaze on Atlas, his frustration spreading. "Atlas, you’re no less guilty in this mess. You’re a public figure. Both you and Zora are! If the government wants to make an example out of anyone, it’ll start with you two. And if that happens, even our powers won’t be enough to protect us."

Atlas, usually calm and collected, shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding Hang’s penetrating glare.

Meanwhile, Zora’s guilt seemed to deepen. He lowered his head, his voice almost a whisper. "Hang... should I surrender to the police? I don’t want to go to prison."

Hang sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as though trying to massage away the chaos unfolding around him.

Finally, he raised a hand, signaling Zora to stop. "No, Zora," he said, his voice heavy with exasperation. "Things aren’t that bad yet. We still have enough power to keep the authorities at bay. But you’ve complicated things—a lot. I had initiated want to talks with the government." He shook his head. "Thanks to your recklessness, we’ve lost everything we worked for."

The weight of Hang’s disappointment hit Zora hard. His broad shoulders slumped further, and his breathing grew shallow as guilt and shame consumed him.

Gus, meanwhile, crossed his arms, his face still flushed with anger, though his voice had softened slightly.

"We’re barely holding things together," Gus muttered. "If we don’t act carefully now, we’ll lose whatever credibility we have left."

The room fell into silence once more. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and even the smallest sound felt amplified. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, startling everyone.

Hang immediately straightened, his sharp instincts taking over.

The knock came from the main door of their apartment—a small, nondescript unit perched on the 13th floor of an aging building.

Hang glanced at Atlas with a questioning look.

"Were you followed?" he asked sharply.

Atlas shook his head. "No, I made sure of it."

Before anyone could say more, Gus’s eyes gleamed faintly as he activated his power. "Three men," he said, his voice low. "Black suits. Standing outside."

"Then use your power and deal with them," Gus said gruffly.

Zora stiffened. "Are you crazy? We can’t just kill people!"

Hang raised an eyebrow, his tone icy. "And why not? You’ve already killed plenty. What’s the difference now?"

Zora recoiled at the words. Hang continued, his voice growing sharper. "We’re not living in the same world anymore. The rules have changed. If they pose a threat, we eliminate them. Simple."

Despite Hang’s cold logic, Zora’s heart pounded. The thought of using his powers on humans—actual humans—was something he couldn’t reconcile with.

His hesitation was evident, but Gus cut through it with a gruff command.

"Zora. Go open the door."

Taking a deep breath, Zora rose from his chair. His legs felt like lead as he trudged toward the door. His mind raced with Hang’s words, the implications of their situation sinking in.

When he opened the door, three men in black suits stood there, their appearance pristine and intimidating.

They wore matching black pants, polished black shoes, and sunglasses that glinted under the fluorescent hallway lights.

One of them, standing at the forefront, addressed Zora. "Are you Zora, a member of The- Commission?"

Zora swallowed hard, nodding hesitantly. His palms were damp, and he could feel Hang’s gaze burning into his back from within the apartment.

The man continued, his voice calm but authoritative. "May we come in?"

Zora hesitated but then nodded. "Yes," he mumbled, stepping aside to let them enter.

The three men walked in without a word, their movements precise and deliberate. They headed straight for the sofa near the table, seating themselves without waiting for an invitation.

The contrast between their calm demeanor and the tension in the room was stark. They placed a small, black briefcase on the floor beside them, its presence immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

"We need to talk," one of the men said, breaking the silence. "It’s a matter of utmost importance."

Before anyone else could respond, Hang stepped forward, his tone sharp and commanding. "I’m the leader of The-Commission. Speak."

The three men exchanged glances, confusion flickering across their faces. Finally, one of them turned to Zora. "He’s the leader?"

Zora nodded. "Yes, he is."

Their surprise was evident, but they quickly masked it, focusing instead on the matter at hand.

Whatever they were here for, it was clear this meeting would shift the course of everything.

In the dimly lit meeting room, the air was heavy with tension.

Three individuals, clad in sleek black suits, polished black shoes, and dark-tinted glasses, sat comfortably on the plush leather sofa.

Their posture and demeanor radiated authority.

Opposite them, Hang—an imposing figure with a stout build—watched them keenly. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

Behind him, Zora, Atlas, and Gus stood still, their presence adding to the weight of the moment.

The lead government official adjusted his glasses and spoke in a measured tone, his words deliberate.

"We’re here on behalf of the government. We have an important proposal for you."

Hang’s smirk widened. "I’m listening," he said, his deep voice resonating in the room.

The official continued, "We can offer you a special status if you agree to work for us."

The words seemed to hang in the air. Zora, standing behind Hang, couldn’t contain his excitement.

"That sounds like an excellent opportunity!" he exclaimed. But before Zora could say more, Hang raised a hand, silencing him mid-sentence.

Zora looked startled but immediately complied, stepping back into position.

The officials exchanged glances, clearly surprised by the display of control.

Mentally, they took note of Hang’s influence, realizing that if a deal were struck, it wouldn’t just involve Hang—it would also bring his entire faction, including their formidable commission, into alignment with the government.

Hang broke the silence, his voice steady but firm. "If you think you can sway us with just a ’special status,’ you’re mistaken. That’s not how this is going to work."

His words sent ripples of shock through both his allies and the officials.

Zora and Gus instinctively moved, ready to respond, but Atlas placed a calming hand on both their arms, silently signaling them to hold back.

The lead official frowned slightly, but before he could speak, Hang leaned forward, pointing at Zora.

"If you believe Zora is the only power-holder here, you’re gravely mistaken." He gestured to himself and his companions.

"We are all power-holders. Each of us wields strength far greater than you can imagine."

The officials turned their attention to Zora, reassessing him.

They exchanged uneasy glances before one of them, a man with a commanding presence, broke the silence. "Alright, then. What do you want?"

Hang leaned back, his expression unreadable, though a glint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. "Immunity," he said plainly.

"We want absolute immunity from any laws that could be used against us."

The officials hesitated, exchanging worried looks. One of them spoke cautiously,

"That’s... difficult. Granting such immunity is nearly impossible."

Hang’s response was a low chuckle. "You’re negotiating with power-holders, not ordinary people."

The tension in the room escalated. The second official, his voice tinged with irritation, said, "You may be power-holders, but you still fall under our jurisdiction."

Hang laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "True. But with the way things are going, I doubt the government can afford to worry about jurisdiction."

The official bristled. "Do you think you’re pushing your luck too far?"

Still smiling, Hang rose to his feet. His movement was deliberate, commanding attention.

Extending a single finger, he summoned a brilliant beam of light from its tip. The light was radiant, crackling with energy, its power palpable in the room.

The officials froze, their earlier confidence faltering.

Behind Hang, Zora, Atlas, and Ghuss shifted into defensive stances, ready for a fight.

The officials exchanged nervous glances, realizing they were outmatched.

Hang retracted the light and sat back down with deliberate calm. "Consider that a demonstration," he said, his voice steady.

"We didn’t harm you, but we made it clear—if we wanted, no one could stop us."

After a moment of silence, the lead official spoke, his tone more measured. "Fine. We’re willing to consider your condition, but..."

The word "but" hung in the air, prompting Hang to narrow his eyes. "But what?"

The official continued cautiously, "We can’t give you unrestricted freedom. Some laws will still apply, especially those concerning national security."

Hang smirked again. "You misunderstand. We’re not asking for freedom from all laws. We want immunity from laws applicable to criminals. That’s all."

The officials, surprised by the specificity, exchanged glances. One of them nodded. "Alright. We can agree to that—on three conditions."

Hang’s smirk deepened. "Name them."

The official raised one finger. "First, you must provide the government with complete details of your powers."

Hang’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. So, they’re not as foolish as I thought, he mused. Aloud, he said, "Agreed."

The official raised a second finger. "Second, you and your group must register as government Rangers. You’ll be assigned missions, and in return, you’ll receive funding and privileges. Any future recruits will also fall under government jurisdiction."

Hang leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "An interesting deal," he said after a pause. "I accept."

Finally, the third official raised three fingers. "Third, any vampires you encounter must be captured and delivered to a government facility."

Hang arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand.

"I didn’t expect the government to pursue such an endeavor," he said, his tone thoughtful. "But it doesn’t concern me. I accept."

Behind him, Zora, Atlas, and Gus exchanged triumphant smiles.

The officials reached for their briefcases, pulling out documents and a sleek mobile phone.

They handed these to Hang. "Here are the terms, along with your identification. Public announcements will follow shortly. All additional details are in the phone."

Hang took the items, his smile inscrutable. The officials stood and, after a final glance at the group, left the room.

As the heavy doors closed, Hang looked at his companions. A sense of victory filled the air.

End of Chapter

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