Biological Supercomputer System

<Was another landing scheduled for this lane?> Erik asked the Chimaeric Demons. A plane descended.

<No, sir...>> The Chimaeric Demons started becoming nervous.

<Then what the fuck is happening?>

The clones could see well into the distance thanks to a brain crystal power he gave him some time ago, and they didn't like what they were seeing approaching in the distance.

<That's... That's the target's plane,> the Chimaeric Demon said.

<Wait, what?! Wasn't that supposed to arrive in an hour? I arrived ten minutes ago!>

<We don't know, master! Something's weird. Based on the information we got from the control tower, the plane should have arrived later.>

<Yet, the plan is here! We can't even replace the guards now!>

<We will replace those we can, so that at least the number of forces on their side will decrease, master.>

Erik sent that mental order to all the clones in the surroundings. There was no time to lose.

...

...

...

The president's daughter's plane was about to land. Erik tensed his tiny fly muscles, ready to move at a second's notice.

<I knew things would not go according to plan. SHIT! Why do things always turn like this?>

He saw the Chimaeric Demons around him doing the same, tensing while getting into position. Some of them replaced a couple of the black-suited guards, but not all of them.

There were still some they couldn't act on or that were in positions too easy to see, making it impossible for the Chimaeric Demons to replace them without pandemonium exploding.

The sound of airplane engines grew louder as a private jet appeared on the landing strip. As it got closer, Erik observed the jet's details.

The plane was white, with black-tinted windows reflecting the surroundings like a mirror. The tail had the colorful Hin flag on it, standing out against the white plane.

Erik thought the jet looked a little over-the-top. It was almost silly in how important whoever made it tried to make it look like.

However, this still was a presidential plane, and it was clear that whoever made it designed it to show off wealth and power. Every part, from its shape to its paint job, screamed luxury and high-tech features.

<This plane must have cost a fortune.>

Erik felt like he was watching royalty arrive, even though it was just politicians. The jet was

like a flying mansion, probably worth more money than the average person would ever see in their lives.

<I bet even the toilet paper is made of gold.>

The plane touched down on the runway, its wheels screeching as they met the tarmac. It slowed down, taxiing towards the designated parking spot near the terminal, a sort of barrack meant to house the private plane and give privacy to whoever came out of it.

It was exactly where the Chimaeric Demons were hiding.

<How is the situation?>

<We've taken over a few more guards, master, but not all of them yet,> one of the Chimaeric Demons reported mentally.

<Shit...>

The situation wasn't perfect, but they had to work with what they had. They couldn't take any risks now, especially when they were so close to their goal.

<Move faster! We're running out of time,> Erik said. He started getting nervous.

Time was running out. Erik's compound eyes moved left and right, looking for any movement from the plane, which in the meantime came to a stop. Soon after, the engines powered down.

The plane door opened with a soft sound, and then a set of stairs was quickly moved to the plane's side.

A tall man in a black suit and sunglasses stepped out. He looked around, ensuring that nothing weird was going on outside the plane.

Another man dressed the same way followed him. They were both security guards, apparently.

More people came down the stairs after them-advisors, helpers, and more security guards. About ten people got off the plane, forming a small group at the bottom of the stairs. There was a short pause, and then the person they were all waiting for appeared at the door.

The president's daughter, Mia Turke, stepped out of the plane. She caught everyone's attention right away. She was an attractive woman in her early thirties with long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders.

She wore a smart navy blue suit that fit her slim figure well, along with a white shirt.

<Status update, now!>

<We've replaced about half of the guards, master, but we can't take them anymore! They are all heading toward the plane!>

<FUCK! Alright, hold your positions, but get ready to strike.>

<Yes, sir.>

In the meantime, the woman walked down the stairs. Her high heels made a clicking sound each time they touched the ground.

Erik observed Mia Turke a little more. It was incredible how, even after a long flight, she looked neat and well-put-together, standing up straight and moving gracefully.

She was used to being in the public eye, although no one was apparently there to watch her, yet she kept her composure regardless of who was watching. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused for a moment.

Erik noticed signs that Mia was tense. Her jaw was tight, making her jawline more visible.

There were small lines around her eyes, especially at the corners, as if she didn't sleep all night, and the makeup covered just the bags under her eyes.

Yet she didn't look tired at first glance. Only someone who knew what to search might have noticed all of this.

Mia was trying hard to hide these feelings from the surrounding people, but wasn't very good

at it.

<I don't like this.>

The woman's reaction gave him the impression that something big was going to happen, but Erik had no information about what.

<Whatever, it's not like we can do anything about it... Even if she suspected we were going to attack, it's not like she can stop me from reading her mind.>

In truth, that he was going to attack her wasn't the only thing that might happen. Maybe she expected paparazzi, or maybe she was so used to being attacked, being the president's daughter and all, that it became natural for her to be tense.

As Erik thought about why she could be so nervous, then Mia turned to her chief of staff. He was a tall man with gray hair and a serious face, wearing glasses and looking around nervously. Almost as if...

<As if they expect being attacked... Fuck... > One might look nervous, but two? It was a weird

coincidence.

Erik couldn't be certain about that. It could always be that she was frequently attacked by people trying to kidnap her. After all, this was Mia Turke, the only daughter of President

Salena Turke of Hin.

She wasn't a random person, and Erik was pretty sure she must have been the target of many organizations in the past, of course, all tied to the blackguards.

But it could also be that they expected them.

The man she was talking to stood straight, like someone with military training, which he most likely was, since that kind of demeanor could only come from someone having served. He was positioned just behind and to the right of the president's daughter. Even though it was early and their schedule had changed unexpectedly, his suit looked neat and unwrinkled. "James, remind me of my next appointments once we're in the city. I want to make sure we're on schedule despite this early arrival."

James nodded, pulling out a tablet from his briefcase. He tapped the screen a few times.

"Of course, young miss. Your first meeting is with the Minister of Foreign Affairs at 3 PM. Following that, you have a press conference scheduled for 5 PM to discuss the new education initiative your mother has worked so hard to make."

The woman nodded. "And tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow morning, you have a breakfast meeting with the Khunelerp's Ambassador at 8

AM, followed by a tour of the new children's hospital at 10 AM."

"Oh god... It's never ending!"

She sighed.

"I don't understand why I have to do all these things instead of mom. Isn't this part of her

role? Why do I have to do this?"

"The president is very busy right now. All the help you can provide will be greatly appreciated

by her." Mia sighed again. There was nothing she could do about the situation, and her mother must have had serious reasons to ask her to do all of this instead of her.

"Thank you, James. Let's make sure we're prepared for all of these. I want to review the

talking points for the press conference during the car ride."

A limousine was getting closer to the plane. It was most likely there to fetch her and bring her,

who knew where.

<Are you all in position?> Erik asked.

A chorus of mental voices responded.

<Ready, sir.>

<In position.>

<Standing by.>

<Awaiting your command.>

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