Time Ghost

Chapter 22

“Good morning Mr. President.”

Serene voice of a female announcer awakens the man from his slumber. Whirring uproars emitted in slightly-lower tone than the woman before him, yet still could be heard in the background. There are three black-suit persons sitting in their vigilant attitude. They were speaking to each other within the radio installed on their helmet.

“Where am I?” The man muttered,” A president?”

A beautiful blonde woman was positioned beside me. Everything seems fine, but a President of which country? My last premonition was about my fault on Baron Schneider’s life. His mother was reflected in my sorrow. Her blissful smile, ecstatic emotions of having her son back home, those were thoughts that occupied my mind in the past.

For some reason, however, a President of unknown nation has claimed my presence. In my suggestion…

The blonde woman before him pushed Her glasses up as the query raises,” The lightning strike has created a mild indication of short-term memory loss. You are the President of Naulus, Mr. Marcel Dubois.” She replied calmly,” We are experiencing a critical situation, which is pertaining to your sudden thunder-struck event as you were attending our regular ceremonial schedule of the day, so now we are currently heading for nearest hospital and five minutes close to our destination.”

President of Naulus.

I have acquired another influential person of today’s world. It should be resulted from intense sentiment over the war. Baron Scheider’s hatred persuades the time-travel ambiguous algorithm to bring me down here as a leader of the opposing nation.

Perks? I can do anything to stop the raging rivalry to ever happened.

Cons? It is political and should be discussed further.

~batabatabata~

Helicopter blade slaps echoes upon the green pastures of the hospital. One ‘H’ symbol conveys a landing point for their ride to commence. For means of protection to the most important person in the country, four black-suit defenders have been expecting their arrival on the ground. Five of them stationed at the lower level floors to maintain safety and preventive actions against any forthcoming intruders. Then, the two most-skilled ones amongst their group scrutinized the President’s room beforehand to ensure nobody has placed any bomb or electronic devices within the wall.

In other words, no way to exterminate the President without interference from the black-suited personnel in advance.

Under high-scale warfare between Naulus and Armea, the President’s security is at total risk of assassination. Spies have been scattered all over the horizon for a stint of murder. Borderline curfew has been raised since the last time their battlefield commenced. Yet, modern espionage equipment could manifest several members from each nation with ease, therefore cautions are inevitable in everyday life of the leader at the moment.

~kriek~

The helicopter door has opened. A black-suited staff welcomes The President with resolution embedded in his face. He expressed no emotion in whatsoever form, only stern-looking aspect of professionalism that goes unscathed,” The room has been inspected. If you may, Mr. President.” He said in confidence.

Marcel Dubois gazes at the security guard and smirks,” You are quite stiff, Marco.” The President took a slight peek into the nametag on his chest,” An adorable smile would save my life, actually. Look at her.”

He proceeded to steer Marco’s attention towards the personal assistant on the other side of the helicopter seat,” When I was asleep, she awakes me by putting one soothing beam across the lips. How about you do the similar, Marco?” He said.

“Like this?”

The black-suited security proceeded to attempt a wide smile across the face. Instead of an actual beam, Marco adorned a mischievous sneer upon the face,” Welcome to Ginorno State Hospital, Mr. President.” He muttered.

“Oh my, one day a vacation settles it all, Marco. Train a beautiful smile once in a while.” Marcel Dubois almost drawn a facepalm motions in instinct, but then The President nodded in respect towards the black-suited man’s hospitality.

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Ugh, Baron Schneider’s trauma haunts me back. Those needles sting myself hard to the depth of my skin.

“Do I really have to pursue this check-up, Natalie?” The President looked upon his assistant, then pointed across the intravenous bottle up ahead,” Is that for long-term stay? I don’t want to rest here in more than two days at most.”

“No, Mr. President. This is purposefully situated for emergency circumstances. It would never be utilised unless your body goes into a massive dehydration in a matter of seconds because of a certain illness. Diarrhea, to speak of an example for it.” She added.

I suppose the President’s personal assistant is quite knowledgeable. I suppose The President of Naulus has regularly requested common sense-based questions for Natalie to be so adequately prepared.

And yes, don’t look at me with that puzzling eyes, Natalie. Am I that dumb to ask such query?

~tap-tap-tap~

After waiting for a few minutes, three doctors arrived to the specially-reserved room for the President. They are escorted with seven nurses on the side. Rigid motions due to exhaustion and nervousness, Marcel Dubois sensed a little spark of hesitation within the mind. Their perceptions travel across the edge, then strides along the room’s window as the doctors avoid perceiving The President in eye-to-eye gesture.

“Good morning Mr. President. My name is Khufar Ahmed, head doctor and a neurologist. I will be assisted with Mrs. Sully and Mr. John. Both are also a neurologist as I am.” He introduced himself in brief subsequently approached him close afterwards to shake the President’s hand,” Plea-“

One of the black-suited security apprehended Khufar Ahmed before his right hand could reach the President to exchange greetings,” Please, let us begin the next step soon. Mr. President will have to going on a rapid check-up before the Conference.”

Huh.

A conference. What would it be?