My System & My Academy of Superpowers

"We have tracked the flight. It has taken off from this airport a few minutes ago," A man sitting in a chair with headphones on his head reported.

"Its first interval is over. It will be landing again in an interval of three hours." another man sitting next to the first man reported.

From the dark shadow, a big figure came forward, "The second interval. Track its timing,"

"In two hours fifty-five minutes on this airport." he pointed at an airport on his laptop screen, "Exactly at eight O'clock tonight,"

"Okay," that big figure turned around throwing his hands, "I want mercenaries ready exactly at seven-thirty tonight. And..." his eyes glowed with rage, "I want the best mercenaries available."

"U- understood, sir. We will do the preparations," those two men got back to their work.

****

"Uh… lord? Are you sure this is the place? I- I respect your choice but just for the sake of confirming." on the other side of the world, a man was standing in front of a small traditional Japanese house. 

"Show me the place," a person on the call ordered. 

"Yes, Lord." He quickly turned around the camera of his mobile. On the other side of the call was a handsome man with blue hair, blue eyes sitting on his throne. It was Jackie sitting comfortably on his throne.

"What the hell is that shit? It's uglier than I imagined it."

"Do you mean you have not seen this either?"

"Of course I haven't. Why do you expect me to see this shit?" Jackie leaned forward with a worried expression on his face. 

"Shall I…?"

"No. I am sure this is the place. Its name tells everything,"

It was a small brown-colored Japanese house. It had a big board hanging from its top where it was written 'Tokyo Academy Of Superpowers.' in Japanese, and right below it, in small words was written in English. 

"Okay, my lord. I will be proceeding with the mission."

"Students might reach there by tomorrow's evening… I forgot their flight's timings," Jackie took a pause, "Are you sure you have taken care of that teacher?"

The man took his time before answering Jackie, "It was that idiot Ainz's job."

"Tye." His voice turned scary, "Your personal problems should not interfere with our mission." Jackie leaned closer to the camera, "Now tell me, have you taken care of the teacher?"

"Yes. I made sure to kill that teacher with Ainz," he replied in a strong voice.

"Good~" he yawned leaning back in his throne, "Don't let anyone catch you. Ainz will be doing the rest,"

"Yes, my lord." the camera went black.  The call ended.

In the Underworld, Jackie was spacing out looking at a deceive in front of him which he used to talk with Tye. it was not a laptop, nor a computer. 

'Tch. only if you guys could work together… this mission would have been even easier.' Jackie thought clucking his tongue, 'But you both are too stubborn…. And both are too special to kick out.'

In Tokyo, Japan; Tye was ready to enter the Academy.

He was not in Jackie's disguise right now, he was in a disguise of a teacher from that Academy which he made sure to kill before taking his place in the Academy.

*****

For the second break, the flight was landing once again. It was early night… exactly eight. The plane slowed down… finally landed.

Brandon wanted to talk with Ryan regarding the recent incidents. He waited for the second break then he was going to call Ryan in his compartment to have a private conversation with Ryan.

In search of Ryan, Brandon jumped out of the plane. Ryan was wandering around the airport buying some snacks. He was thrilled to know after four more hours he will be in Japan.

There was no need for Brandon to chase Ryan as he was coming to board the flight himself. He had a few snacks in his hand.

Brandon saw him coming in the plane's direction. He decided to wait patiently for Ryan to come. 

Brandon's eyebrows raised when Ryan stopped suddenly. He didn't move, soon Brandon sensed something wrong in the atmosphere. 

'This smell…. I know this smell,' Ryan sniffed the air a few times. His eye started moving around the airport, 'Where are they?'

After being attacked by the mafias a few times, Ryan had sensed a particular smell which they carried with them apart from their own body smell. 

It was a strange sweet smell apparently every Mafia had coming from their body.

Brandon had sensed them too. He has been working for the military for a while and was well known to these men. He started glancing frantically.

'Duty first.' Brandon rushed in the direction of two suspicious men before Ryan could even spot them. 

"Mr. Heffley, we have been spotted. We have been spotted. Planning to hide. Waiting for conformation,"

"Confirmed."

Two men suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Brandon stopped chasing them. He knew where they were but didn't bother going behind them.

'Can't I have a little time off?' he thought. He was not able to see those men in the crowd but he still was able to spell them properly. 

Ryan was scared. He knew the Mafias were here although he was not sure if they were here for him or not as the smell had totally disappeared from the atmosphere. 

Ryan started entering the flight. He sensed two men coming following him. He rushes inside the plane trying to make it normal and as unsuspicious as possible.

Ryan entered the flight, the smell entered his nose again, 'Fuck. they are here,' he thought, 'Are they in the economy class?'

Ryan peeked inside the economy class and saw two teachers sitting at the end of the flight. 

'It is gotta be them.' Ryan walked inside the flight trying to act as unsuspicious as he can. Before the assassins could spot Ryan, he slid into the washroom. 

"Why?! I am not ready for this yet!" he looked in the mirror in front of him, "I won't come out of this until the smell is gone," he decided.

Brandon went to check the Economy class, he didn't see Ryan there. He waited for a few seconds then headed back to his compartment. 

"Boarding the flight. I repeat, boarding the flight," the mercenaries reported, "Target spotted, Ryan Walker, spotted."

Twenty-five minutes passed like that, students started boarding the plane.

".....where are you…. Ryan?" he found it strange to not see Ryan in the economy class, "Where are you… Mafia?"