Previously in Code: Fearless...
She points the gun directly at my head...
- Akasha: Goodbye!
Her face fills with determination; she is determined to pull the trigger and end this... which is a shame... I would have liked things to end differently, but it happened this way...
- Wait!
A loud and young voice from behind my chair manages to stop her...
- Not yet...
- Guty: Hmm?
I can't see whose voice has prevented Akasha from killing me, but the sound of their steps behind me, slowly approaching, breaks the silence with each step...
- Before all this ends... I want to know... How did you discover me?
Behind the chair, old James appears, walking as if nothing happened while his clothes are covered in blood...
- Guty: Damn... I thought the bullets would pierce the vest...
- James: I knew there was a slight possibility, so I used a reinforced one...
Old James makes his presence known, then takes one of the chairs from his office and sits in front of me...
- James: I don't understand... you should have failed... How did you do it?
- Guty: I admit I wouldn't have solved it within the time limit without a little help I received. Your web was immense... and almost indecipherable... your plan was almost perfect, Brandon...
In a fit of anger, he brings his wrinkled face violently close to mine...
- Brandon: Do you know how long it took me to make it!? HUH!
- Guty: I think not... but I don't think that matters now...
At that moment, I receive a strong kick that knocks me to the floor along with his office desk...
- Guty: Goah!
- Brandon: Get him up...
While Akasha approaches, I manage to take a small knife from my pocket and hide it between my hands...
- Brandon: Now tell me... How did you do it?
Akasha manages to lift my chair and then places it in front of him...
- Brandon: How did you decipher it...?
I take advantage of that moment to distract him with the truth while silently cutting the ropes...
- Guty: Since I knew of your existence, there was no better candidate to be the killer than you... you had the perfect profile. Undoubtedly, you were the killer... But how could you murder people without being linked to the school? That question haunted me on different occasions, so I started investigating you...
- Brandon: That doesn't prove anything. When you came looking for me, there was nothing suspicious linking me to the school.
- Guty: Exactly, at that moment, there was nothing linking you to the school. When the Principal revealed to me that he knew the killer shortly before dying, a small bridge began to open... that's when I understood. The director had warned you that I would spy on you, so you took precautions and acted normally...
- Brandon: That damn idiot was useless until the end...
- Guty: Besides, you worked in the afternoon, which conveniently meant that your work hours didn't clash with the school's schedule. That allowed you to attend school and enjoy murdering innocent people... just to satisfy your ego...
- Brandon: No no no no NO! Those clues are not enough to destroy everything I've created.
- Guty: Honestly, I had no idea how you managed to come and go from the school... until I read a small article in the confidential files of the Japanese police while searching for the day the head chef was murdered. In the list, we found an unsolved death, which was an old man named... James.
- Brandon: How did you get that? It was just a coincidence!
- Guty: Maybe it was... Maybe it wasn't... but ironically, I knew a James who was exactly as described in the file, but could it be that James had come back from the grave to attend students at the university? I don't think so...
- Brandon: It's impossible... you couldn't have done all this alone... someone must have betrayed me.
- Guty: I don't know how long it would have taken me to solve this alone, but what I do know is that after reading that article, creating a connection between you and James was easy...
In a fit of anger, Brandon begins to smash one of the chairs from his desk against the wall...
- Brandon: Damn it! My network! It took so much to build!
- Guty: Good old James... he was one of your many patients in the retirement home where you worked, who, like the rest of your patients, had Alzheimer's... obviously, you chose him from all your patients only because he was a psychologist, which perfectly fit your professional profile. Then, when he suddenly suffered a heart attack, you couldn't miss the opportunity to eliminate him and steal his identity, posing as him inside that school...
Tired of smashing the chair against the wall, he sits in one of the other chairs around...
- Brandon: Ah... ah...
- Guty: you used expensive makeup materials to create a fake Hollywood-style face... with which you passed as old James...
- Brandon: Shut up...
- Guty: then, you invented your famous arthritis to prevent people from touching you and realizing it was fake skin...
- Brandon: Shut up...
- Guty: Which failed when I saw that you could open and close the door of your office easily despite supposedly having arthritis... even a moment ago when the physical education teacher passed by you...
- Brandon: I've heard enough... Akasha, give me the gun...
- Guty: I must admit that I never expected you to use a strong bulletproof vest to simulate your obesity...
- Brandon: It's over, Guty. Once you're dead, the truth dies with you...
- Guty: Maybe...
At that moment, I finish cutting the rope that ties me, taking the opportunity to kick the gun out of his hand and try to get rid of the rest of the ropes.
- Brandon: Bastard!
He manages to give me a strong kick, which sends me backward, falling to the floor, where I take the chance to free myself completely and stand up...
- Guty: Ah... ah...
- Akasha: So... it will be the fun way...
- Guty: It seems so...
The two individuals violently attack me, so I step back briefly to gain momentum and connect a strong kick to Brandon, taking him out of the fight... leaving only Akasha, who manages to hit me with a powerful kick that crashes me into the wall...
- Guty: Goah!
The kick was stronger than I thought... it manages to knock the breath out of me for a moment... so I slowly get up from the floor...
- Guty: Ah... ah... So... you practice martial arts? huh...
- Akasha: Muay Thai to be exact... I am the national champion...
- Guty: Uh...
- Akasha: You didn't come to see my fight...
- Guty: Maybe I should have...
The kick from a moment ago proves she's not kidding... so I'll have to get serious if I want things to end well...
- Akasha: Ready?
I shake off some dust from my clothes as I contemplate her gaze fixed on me...
- Guty: Let's go...
She runs towards me at full speed... her kicks are fast and so deadly that they break some chairs in their path...
- Akasha: Guty... if you don't attack me, it won't be fun to defeat you...
While dodging her punches, I feel the slight and lethal breeze she leaves in her wake, looking for the right moment to strike with a powerful right, which she manages to dodge by ducking...
- Akasha: What am I talking about!
The fight continues in a deadly exchange of blows that go back and forth in both directions. However, each attack is dodged and blocked by both parties as if our fight were an endless dance of violence... Akasha's blows seek vital points on my body... she's really trying to kill me. Blocking her kicks, I feel the power and determination that goes into each one...
- Akasha: Yes!
With a little jump, I avoid a treacherous kick to my feet...
- Guty: Uff...
But the relief lasts only a short while. Akasha continues eagerly advancing forward; she's really enjoying this. I manage to narrowly dodge a punch to my neck...
- Akasha: Ah... ah... you're good, I expected nothing less from you.
Akasha's breathing becomes a bit heavy, but her rhythm doesn't decline at all, showing the excellent physical condition she possesses.
- Guty: Gck!
In the blink of an eye, she launches a powerful kick to my head, which I manage to block. Then, I counterattack...
- Akasha: Hmm? You're getting faster...?
- Guty: ...
A series of fist clashes marks a small pause...
- Guty: We still have time to stop this...
- Akasha: Shut up!
The fight starts again, but the balance begins to tilt in my favor. I manage to hit Akasha several times, striking at strategic points, slowing her down...
- Akasha: Ah... ah... Why did you suddenly become stronger?
- Guty: I am highly adaptable...
Although the difference starts to become more obvious, Akasha decides to keep going... which only makes her body hurt to the point that she falls to her knees on the floor of the destroyed office...
- Akasha: Ah... ah... ah...
- Guty: It's over... you're both arrested for the murder of 61 people... it's better if you don't resist...
- Akasha: Shut up!
To avoid prolonging this any further, I deliver a blow that is strong and precise enough to take her out of the fight...
- Akasha: Goah!
The light in her eyes fades, and she slowly falls unconscious to the floor. It seems that the nightmare has finally ended, marking the conclusion of an era of terror...
- Brandon: Don't move...
- Guty: Hmm?
From the back of the office, Brandon threatens me with a controller in his hand...
- Brandon: If you move, even a muscle, I'll blow up the school into a thousand pieces...
- Guty: Don't do it...
The lives of hundreds of students are at stake; blowing up the school is not an option...
- Brandon: Now, move away from the door...
We start exchanging places when suddenly my phone rings...
- Brandon: Don't move! What is that!? Where is that sound coming from!?
- Guty: I think it's my phone...
- Brandon: Don't answer! If you make any strange move, we'll blow up.
- Guty: Ok...
I stay alert to seize any opportunity to capture him. If he manages to get away from me, the best option will be to shoot him with a sniper...
- Brandon: I know you're thinking... and let me tell you, if my finger stops pressing the button, the bomb will activate, so don't try to shoot me with a sniper...
That was completely unexpected... I didn't think he had a contingency plan of this caliber. We won't be able to evacuate the students quickly enough, and if he manages to escape, the bomb will explode when he feels safe. He has me against the wall... the only thing I can do is take a risk and shoot the controller, hoping the school won't explode...
- Brandon: Fine... stay there... and don't move...
He begins to approach the door slowly when suddenly another mysterious sound is heard...
- Brandon: Turn off your damn phone!
- Guty: It's not my phone ringing this time...
He takes out his phone and answers the call...
- Chess: Hello, Mr. Assassin.
- Brandon: Who the hell is this? I'm not in the mood for games. If you do anything stupid, I'll blow up the school!
- Chess: Relax... we're calling on behalf of the control company. It seems you forgot to pay this month's bill, so we've decided to cancel your service. But don't worry, you can still have fun opening and closing the school gate with your remote. Thank you very much and have an excellent day... Goodbye!
Brandon's face became expressionless, and his complexion turned pale. I don't know what call he received, but his demeanor changed completely. At that moment, I hear a message from the school's announcement system...
- Chess: Ahem! All students are requested to leave the school in an orderly fashion as we will begin maintenance work. Thank you.
- Guty: Is that Night Bird?
- Chess: Also, technicians are informed that all controllers have been disabled. Thank you for your attention.
After Night Bird finishes her message, Brandon tries to escape but doesn't get very far. I manage to subdue him in the school hallway...
- Guty: Brandon, for the crime of murdering 61 people, you are under arrest.
Finally, the nightmare is over...
- Guty: Ah...
After subduing Brandon, I call the police department, requesting support to transfer the criminals as they will be in Interpol custody. My superior calls me directly to ask for my report, which I provide in detail about the case resolution...
- Superior: Well done, Guty... I never doubted your talent.
- Guty: Thank you, sir.
- Superior: I expect your written report when you return to the base.
- Guty: Thank you, sir. It will be there.
After giving the necessary statements and reporting the completion of the assignment to the Japanese government, we receive great thanks and recognition from them. With Night Bird's help, I sent the necessary information to arrest the minister who was associated with the criminals for the creation of super entrepreneurs. The minister was sentenced to hanging for high treason...
On the other hand, the Uria family members who participated in and supported the school murders were arrested and sent to a maximum-security prison in Japan, where they were sentenced to life imprisonment. This marked the conclusion of everything related to the murder at the University of Tokyo...
- Guty: Ah... in the end, everything turned out well.
I am at the airport in Japan, waiting for the flight that will take me back to Interpol's central station, when suddenly my phone rings...
- Guty: Yes?
- Chess: No loose ends... all those involved in the school murders were detained... you're a compulsive worker.
A smile appears on my face...
- Guty: Perhaps...
- Chess: So... What's next on our agenda, Captain?
- Guty: We'll find out when we get to the central office...
- Chess: Oh... I see. Well, then... I'll leave you to catch your flight without any problems.
- Guty: Okay...
While Guty waits for his flight, I delight in the vast amount of information circulating online about the case. It seems that they have already begun to erase and archive it in the Interpol Printed Archives. Wherever you go, there's always someone erasing your tracks, Agent Guty... being honest with myself, I had never been so excited about something until you came into my life. From now on, wherever you go, there will always be a Night Bird accompanying you on your journey...
- Chess: Hmm? Did you find something, Billy? Let's see...
Days ago, I had Billy monitoring the Interpol data traffic to see if he found anything interesting. Until today, it seems he managed to find something...
Chess: It's a report from Guty's superior...
Analyzing the report, I find that it doesn't say anything of value. It only talks about Guty's efficiency in solving the case and more flattering nonsense...
- Chess: Billy! You found pure garbage... don't make me waste my time with this.
At that moment, Billy highlights Guty's name three times within the report...
- Chess: Hmm? What's with that...?
Upon closer inspection, I find something that manages to pique my interest...
- Chess: G.U.T.Y.
What I see leaves me speechless for a moment...
- Chess: It's not a name! It's an acronym!
Meanwhile, at Interpol...
- Guty: Thank you...
I'm enjoying a few days of rest within Interpol's facilities. Now that I finally have some free time, maybe I should take advantage of it to take a vacation and travel the world... there are many places I would like to visit, so I might start by checking with a travel agency...
- Guty: Let's see...
While I was checking the available agencies, someone comes into my office...
- Superior: Guty, get ready... there's a new mission for you.
- Guty: What the heck!
The End.
For now...