KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

Late work leads to lose.

The incident of murdering one another shocked the entire organization out of their skin. The higher-ups couldn’t understand the real status of human beings.

What could cause a man living in the hour of deadly darkness to manage to commit a murder?

 The organization sent an urgent message to all the Knights contesting who had completed the task of lost landers.

On the other hand, since this organization had a unique stand on technology than the bases that led under them, they could easily remark the Knight mission details without any request of detail back up. all they required was the name of the assignment that just passed on it.

Similarly, all the other bases had to keep their higher up to date about their missions. Taking these calculations of the complete assignment, the organization would discuss the next plot for the survival of humanity during the dark hours.

Although the rare incident like the opening of dimensional gates did surprise them, the level of confounded, racing the heartbeat to a heart attack caused the higher-ups to great astonishment that the case ran to the top leader of the Knights organization.

One man who established this organization from three-generation until today, sitting on the desk in the wide office room while holding the case file of murder on his palm, shut it and stood up, pressing a button on his table.

This was a bell to the Junior higher-ups who were responsible at the lower floor known as the Common leaders of the organization.

Whenever, this bell rang it would startle the entire fifty-story building horribly from the highest floor till the base, turning everyone anxious about why this bell rang cause rarely does this bell ever ring in this huge building.

Everyone cautiously performed their duty in keen making sure not to let this bell ring, unfortunately, this time it rang after a mission of Lazard and shocked all.

Everyone was frozen as though time has stopped inside the building. No one moved their muscles, well this was far away to think, pencils stood straight on the papers as though they too were worried what wrong has happened. Every inch being inside this building understood that the level wasn’t incorrect mode.

Among the common leader, one caught his guts, pounced off his seat, and ran out of the office hall upstairs to the fifth floor where only one door stood in front of the stairs. He tied his tie in the proper manner, dusted his suit, and knocked on the door.

“Come in” spoke a gentle voice.

He gulped and opened the door asking “did you call Mister Linford?”

A man, tall up to 175cm, gentle expression having sky blue eyes and brown hairs swiped backward with brows visible style, he wore a complete suit, paint, shirt, tie and coat opened up with all buttons, colored in dark green. He was known for his strict responsibility on performing his duties due to this all the other employers working under his order had to be punctual in their routine. He always set up a strict schedule on his duties and for his organization’s function, if anyone caused an error by chance there was no forgiveness to this act, the trouble maker would be immediately suspended without any questions and answer but, with just one sentence to have remained “when the schedule was strict what made you disobey it” and it would be goodbye for he/she.

Due to this, all the employers stayed cautious on their actions and feared for that bell to ring. That bell would only ring to suspend them and here they thought one was about to leave.

As the man paced straight towards his boss, the table which was at the end of the floor.

Taking a detail about the construction of this main head office, in a simple way, the entire 50th floor was Mister Linford’s office. It had all necessary requirements A to Z for an office. Most common fact, some offices are missing their supplies but, yet they carry out their job, however, here even the latest technology was set prepared for functioning in his office. This man had everything set for his duties to rush ahead for the business.     

Stopping in front of the table that was empty and arranged well with files on one side and a stylus pen on the other side, a large graphic pad laid at the center with several virtual screens opened above the glass surface table all of them running in high frequencies with different programs, data, and systems in them.

He caught up his breath and spoke up “sir, how may I serve you?”

“Have you read the details sent by the Knights of Lazard of their recent mission?” he asked while standing in front of the window that had curtains fallen over it avoiding all the outside scene.

Several tube lights shone in the room as Mister Linford continued “it was of the latest once overall, this had been passed by you common leaders too am I right?”

“Yes, sir” nodded the common leader “when cases are out of hands we sent emergency action right into your table. If possible for any proper arrangements to be established for it”.

Linford nodded on this reply then asked looking at him “what do you think of it?”

The man thought for a while as he knew no trash talks or unnecessary answers would lead to the fall of his promotion. Every answer given to the Leader of the Knights organization has to be proper, strong, and polished from each word. Every step and breath counted as a matter of death for Linford in dark hours so for this, the common leader had to be careful in picking up his answers.

Not to mention, even time was spared for them by Mister Linford to think proper then trashing forth with their answers.

The common leader spoke up his answer explaining “I think it’s a very complicated matter, sir. The incident displays to us that how slow our movements are in providing proper support for humanity. Don’t get the wrong idea, I am fully aware of our paces for supporting the people which 100% that we had succeeded in building up the first city after the apocalypse which is named Selan city and is running safely under our custody.

On the dark side, this is slow progress”.

He had a point. This leader had the proper answer to the single question. The organization was trying with all its best and management however, on the outside world it was in a slow step. Some way or the other, their movements weren’t taking the straight path but, was going on the wrong side.   Both sides couldn’t understand the proper matter.

Mister Linford thought for a while about the answer and turned towards the window saying “I completely agree with your explanation, we are progressing in a very slow matter. The results aren’t replying in a proper manner the way it should be for recovering the habitat of humanity on our dear planet earth. There is blockage appearing in our paces” he opened the curtains little with his fingers viewing the red atmosphere outside the world which bent his heart with agony and he asked, “how long has it been since we stepped on the earth’s surface with the Knights organization?”

The Common leader thought for a while and replied “I think twenty years only, it’s not that far according to my concern but, a bad result from the Lazard”.

“The same I was thinking” added Linford closing the curtain back.

He paced to his table and swipe his hand on its surface where all screens vanished away followed by an opening of a large screen in between of both men.

This was a graphic flow chart of all the ratings from the bases running under the name of Knights. It had blue few, green at the center but, most of all red marks were available a lot. A whole pie chart graph was half diameter red with the subtitle named Knights of Lazard.