(Quintiles 22, 59 / 4:32PM)

  (Boris) God damn…

  A huge bck and white TV showcased the evening news, in a room where three men and one woman gasp in shock for what their eyes let them see.

  (Jenny) Is that in front of the Zirardge bank and tower?!

  (Jerry) So they're now calling Lagefor home huh?

  (Boris) No, they’re just returning to their roots…

  As the news dispyed the events of the aftermath of the shootout, Jerry pced his hand over his mouth, looking downward as the news wasn’t sensitive to the information they showed. Seeing many officers injured and shot, Jerry looked towards David who was eating a cone of ice cream.

  (Jerry) Hey David, do you think the government is going to send us to clean up the Blood Eagles once again?

  (David) Gwen and the others were always hot on their trail right when they all got their blessings, but…

  David looked towards the TV, his eyes focusing on the many men and women making testimonies to the shootout. Gently gripping his ice cream cone with his right hand, he put his left hand on his chin.

  (David) Why did they return here? To Lagefor of all pces?

  A phone call was heard towards the back of the room the adults were in. Boris, who was the only person to touch that phone, got up slowly and walked towards the phone, his limping much more noticeable.

  Picking up the phone, he listened to what the person from the other side had to say.

  (??? person) Are you seeing the news?

  (Boris) Yeah.

  (??? person) You know what to do.

  (Boris) sighs … I’ll let them know…

  Hanging up the phone on the wall, he looked at the two men and one woman that were with him, his chubby eyes gazing at his employees with a downward look.

  (Boris) Someone called, they want the Blood Eagles gone.

  (David) You know how they operate, their boss is too much of a weasel to be caught. No matter what city they go to, we always have shit luck in trying to get him.

  (Boris) It was always in other cities, so the budget was retively smaller. But here in Lagefor, we have a home-field advantage in terms of money.

  Walking up to the TV, Boris looked at the news that was still showcasing the horrifying aftermath of the shootout, pcing his hand on the screen with a gray lining in his eyes.

  (Boris) I remembered after The Array when I showed my face to the lucky seven … I remembered how they all looked like they wanted to kill me …

  As his palms were starting to sweat, they started to stain the TV screen. Not only his palms, but his face started to form droplets of sweat dripping down from his forehead.

  (Boris) Not just the lucky seven, but Stan and his friends also wanted me dead, same went for Gwen. Hell, nobody talked to me for a week straight ever since The Array, but there is one thing though…

  Boris pulled back his rge fat hand, leaving behind a huge stain.

  (Boris) Even if they did want to kill me, I know they wouldn’t, because …

  Boris looked down at his hands, his hands sticky and cmmy as he continued to look deep into his palms.

  (Boris) They never experienced having blood on their hands.

  Putting his hands down, he rexed them so that he wouldn’t put any weight on them.

  Boris then walked quickly towards David, his limping noticeable as he tried to run. His breathing became more rapid, followed by his sweat creating a ball of odor around him. Reaching to where he was in front of David, he looked up towards him, his eyes barely open.

  (Boris) I’m done letting Gwen put in every Blood Eagles raid as a game, I’m going to force her soldiers to be rough with them.

  (David) You know Gwen isn’t going to go through with it—

  (Boris) If she refuses, then I’ll put in Luke to do it alone. You know how she is in terms of Luke’s safety.

  David put his hands on Boris’s shoulders, his eyes gring towards Boris as his legs started to quiver back and forth.

  (David) Boris, this isn’t you. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.

  (Boris) I know exactly what I’m dealing with. A commander who doesn’t take her job seriously. If she tried, she could’ve put an end to the Blood Eagles if she wanted to.

  David let go of Boris’s shoulders, taking a couple of steps back as he looked at Boris with wide eyes. Sitting down on the couch, he put his hands to his face.

  Boris remained standing, looking at his sturdy bodyguard and then giving out a sigh. Walking slowly towards David, he now towered over him with his chubby body and bck fedora hat.

  (Boris) Stop acting all hippie and nice, out of all of us you have the most blood on our hands. You were in the Beast-Human skirmishes, right? You weren’t all that nice to beast people when you were Luke’s age.

  (David) Why the hell are you bringing that up?

  (Boris) You can’t deny that you’ve killed people.

  (David) But the people I killed were killers themselves.

  David remained on the couch, looking up towards Boris who was still towering over him. Putting his full-back on the couch, David then started to slouch, leaving Boris to turn around and head to look at Jerry and Jenny who saw the conversation unfold.

  (Boris) Don’t look at me like that. You’re not innocent Jenny, and especially not you Jerry.

  (Jerry) I’ve killed people who needed to be killed, same as David.

  (Boris) Hmmm…

  (Jenny) I’ve never killed a person Boris…

  (Boris) Yet.

  Walking towards the door, his limping caused Jerry and Jenny to look at Boris as their eyes noticed his horrible right leg that looked more and more swollen as time went on.

  Reaching the door, he grabbed hold of the handle, slowly opening the door. Turning his head towards where David was, he was still pcing his hands over his eyes, his slouching causing his head to caress the edge of the couch.

  (Boris’s thoughts) Sometimes, to defeat your enemies, you must become like your enemy.

  Putting his chubby body out in the hallway, he gently shut the door and walked through the old hallway, different than it was six to two years ago.

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  (Quintiles 22, 59 / 10:40PM)

  (???) Congrats. You all did it.

  The man appeared to be the same age as Jack, his youth ever present as he looked at all of his closest blood eagle soldiers. Seeing every one of them, he noticed that there were two that stood out to him.

  (???) You guys were that fast huh? Number 1 told me that you guys were having your intimate time on the second floor, well, before I went to the restroom.

  (Luke) Number 1? Intimate time…?

  Despite being masked, it was clear that the rest of the masked men and the boss noticed that “Number 3” was nervous, as “Number 3” looked away with his face sideways to the boss.

  (???) What’s the matter Number 3? Don’t want to pry into the details?

  Walking up towards where Luke was, his height towered over the masked boy as he folded his arms. Looking down at him, the boss swiped away a bit of hair that was blocking his eye.

  (???) Now tell me Number 3, I thought you were my most confident soldier yeah? Did the blood eagle bike, Number 4, turn you soft?

  (Luke) N-no…

  (???) Look into my eyes 3.

  Extending his right hand to Luke’s masked face, he grabbed a firm grip on his chin, feeling the unusual youthness and ck of hair inside of the mask. Luke, who had his head up, had his face contorted with frustration as his fists started to quiver.

  (???) I don’t need soft soldiers. I don’t care if you were submissive to the bike, but if you ever look away when I’m talking to you…

  The boss pulled out a long double-edged kitchen knife. Its bck handle and white crystal edges made it so that by touching it, one would simply be cut.

  Putting the knife close to Luke’s right ear, he leaned it close to Luke’s ear.

  (???) I’ll cut off your ear and wear it as a decoration.

  Someone then gripped the boss’s hand, their hand squeezing tightly as their fingers dug into the boss’s left wrist. Noticing the pain, the boss looked to see “Number 4” focusing her attention on him as he started to clench his teeth.

  The rest of the main group stood up and had their eyes on “Number 4”, having all of their hands in their pockets as they continued to deathly gre at her despite wearing masks.

  (???) Woah number 4-ow … I never expected you to have this strength before. Are you-ow-ow-ow … are you this secretly ripped?

  As Luna still had her grip on the boss’s left hand, the boss took a couple of steps back away from Luke. As he now turned his attention towards Luna, he used his right hand to put away his crystal knife, tucking it inside of his bck fabric jacket.

  Luna still had a tight grip on the boss, even when he started to tower over her. Licking his lips, he put his face close to the bck mask that Luna wore.

  (???) Because I love strong women…

  Bringing his right hand on top of Luna’s, he also gripped with enough force to take Luna by surprise. Caressing her knuckles with his fingers, Luna’s left fist clenched hard as she shook her body, which became noticeable to the boss.

  Letting go of her hand, Luna also put her hand close to her body, clearly focusing all of her attention on the boss.

  (???) Your unusually feisty Number 4? Did he let loose too early? Was it too small? Were your expectations of him causing you to feel this way?

  The boss continued to walk backward, not looking back as he managed to bump into a coffee table. Gncing at the coffee table filled with mugs and homemade little pnts, the boss picked up a pnt and extended his arm to the both of them. The pnt that he was carrying was pstic, lifeless, with the white gss showcasing the fake dirt that it had.

  (???) You’re too … I just feel like something is amiss here, you know? Both of you I trust for a long time … yet you guys are acting so—

  At the drop of a hat, the boss then threw the pnt straight at the TV, causing the screen to be destroyed as it managed to go inside it. With all of the Blood Eagle members on standby, they took a couple of steps back, their body movements calm and challenging.

  Except for Luna and Luke.

  (???) IT’S NOT RIGHT!! IT’S NOT RIGHT!! I’M NOT RIGHT!! NOTHING IS RIGHT!! FATHER!! FATHER!! FATHER!! FATHER!!

  The boss went on a berserker frenzy, picking up all of the fake pnts and mugs and crashing them onto the TV and wall behind it. He grabbed each pnt, throwing them with ease as his arm didn’t have any expansion or muscle to them. As he yelled, his vocals were shrouded with pain and agony, his voice sounded like a plea for help as he went off the deep end.

  Once he was finished throwing all the fake pnts and mugs, he lifted the table and flipped it over, as adrenaline filled his arms with pure strength. Kicking the wooden coffee table over and over again, he managed to cause two to three holes by just merely kicking the table a couple of times.

  Taking a step back from the table, his breath became raspy and shallow, not wanting to follow the simple rhythm of breathing.

  (???) pants … pants … I think … pants … you guys should sit down … now …

  Looking at the two of them with snake eyes, the boss used his hand to gesture to them to sit down with him. Keeping his eye on the two of them, he walked towards a chair that was in a corner of the room and gently pced it in front of the broken TV. Positioning the chair, he sat so that the back of the chair was touching his stomach, having his hands positioned at the top.

  Seeing that the two Blood Eagle members were hesitant to sit down on the couch, the boss sharpened his eyes as he put his right hand onto his left knee, bending down gently.

  (???) Sit down!

  Pushing his vocals again, the two members quickly found a seat in the middle of the couch, both Luke and Luna sitting side by side as the blood eagles stood behind them. For eight of the blood eagles looking down, Luke started to breathe in and out more rapidly, his chest feeling heavier by the second.

  Luna had her left arm holding onto Luke’s right arm, making sure her body was close to him. As the boss saw the two Blood Eagle members feeling heavy, he straightened his back and used his right hand to pull something out of his jacket pocket. Instead of pulling out his crystal knife…

  (???) I think I know what’s going on…

  He pulled out a M1911 pistol.

  Having the pistol in his right hand, he pointed it towards Luke, pushing his face down as his eyes narrowed at his suspects. With a bit of hair covering his right eye, he didn’t care to put it in pce, as he put his finger on the side of the gun.

  (???) I could tell that nervousness from anywhere! You’re Luke Fenix huh?

  The tall masked blood eagle member’s hands started to shake violently, looking away as his head started to shake softly. Seeing that Luke didn’t want to look at him, the boss turned his attention to a woman, licking his lips in the process.

  (???) And you’re the swordswoman Luna Guerra huh? Are you still the hellfire of the group? You look as if you want to kill me right now under that mask.

  Luna had her fists clenched as she focused her entire attention on the boss who held the handgun in his right hand. As her body shook with vigor, the boss continued to eye Luna, his lips trying to keep themselves moist.

  (???) I’ll take it as a yes. You know, when I first met you, you took my breath away. You’re strong, you’re loyal, you’re a fighter! You can cause many men to gaze upon your beauty yet the moment you show your inner demons, they scatter off in the wind.

  Luna used her legs to force her body to stand up with a snap of a finger. With her eyes behind the mask deathly gring at the boss, the rest of the blood eagles took out their weapons, already loaded, and pointed them toward the fiery woman.

  The boss slowly stood up and put his handgun on his bck jacket, walking towards Luna as he signaled his men to stand down. Upon receiving the boss’s order, all the men put their weapons in their holsters, with handguns and shotguns being the most prevalent.

  (???) Hit too close at home? You know Luna, we make a perfect match? Do you wanna know why?

  The boss then put his hands on Luna’s mask, opening it up slowly and affectionately, prying his way to see the beauty behind the mask.

  Fully having the mask off, what the boss saw was Luna’s face, her forehead showcasing bulging veins. Seeing a scar below her right cheek, her tan skin simmering in the dimly lit room, the boss put his left hand on her cheek, her fists on the verge of breaking.

  (???) We both have anger issues…

  Leaning his face closer to hers, the boss’s lips opened slightly as he slowly moved his way toward Luna’s lips.

  Just as he was about to seal her lips…

  A fsh of light was radiating out the window.

  Noticing this, the boss slowly turned his head towards the window, and upon seeing the light.

  (???) She’s here…

  The window—no, the wall surrounding the window exploded from the outside, raining dirt and debris amongst the blood eagles.

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  (Quintiles 22, 59 / 10:45PM)

  Everyone ducked as soon as the bst came, but some people ducked faster than others.

  (Luke’s thoughts) Perfect timing!

  As Luke was the first one to duck right next to the couch, Luna also took cover when she saw the light as well.

  But instead of ducking and holding their ears, Luna already had her fist clenched hard, her hand having a whitish color. Seeing for a split second that the boss was vulnerable, she used that opportunity to drive her left fist into the boss’s liver, using all the strength in her weak fist to knock him out.

  Unfortunately, not only did she knock him out, but she also sent him flying straight into the wall. Up to this point, the rain of dirt, dust, and debris managed to catch up to Luna as well. As soon as Luna was being pelted by dirt, she managed to take cover the same as Luke, having her head positioned so that debris wouldn’t hit her in the head.

  With the debris explosion gone, both Luke and Luna stood up to see that most of the Blood Eagle top members were unconscious on the ground, groaning as their bodies ached with the dreaded pain of debris hitting their backs and heads.

  (Luke’s thoughts) This dust is killing me…

  Luke instantly took off his mask, his face showcasing not a big change as his face was simir to that of two years ago during The Array. Seeing that Luna had barely any bruises, Luke’s face drooped down calmly as he gave her a little smile.

  But out of the dust, was a tall woman carrying a short girl on her back. The tall girl had a ponytail that barely reached her nape, while the girl had twin pigtails.

  (Gwen) Where is he?

  (Loraine) Where’s the pervert?

  Gwen had a childish walk to her as she walked up towards both Luke and Luna, her eyes scanning the both of them. Loraine, despite being a teen, had a robot walk as she looked up at Luna and Luke. Luna pointed with her finger towards the dented wall, showing that the boss…

  Wasn’t there.

  (Gwen) Did you guys let him get away?

  (Luna) Shit, I didn’t expect him to crawl or walk away after that!

  (Luke) Come on, we got to catch up to him before he—

  The lights went out.

  With the room now being repced by total darkness, Luke, Luna, Gwen, and Loraine remained still and had their senses ready in case of an ambush. Fortunately for them, Gwen had the best ability to work in the dark.

  (Gwen) hehe … so they want to fight in the dark huh?

  In the pitch bck of night, the three dark angels saw a glowing light coming from Gwen.

  Gwen didn’t just make light, she was light.

  Her body created an angelic yellowish light that made the room more noticeable, her hair, skin, and even clothes being used as her fshlight. Looking around the room, they saw the door was wide open … too wide open.

  (Luke) Alright, we’re going to have to improvise. I know David and Jerry were at the back exit, Stan and the others keeping an eye on the front exit, and Miles' group storming the first and second hallways, so how are we going to get the boss?

  (Gwen) Why do you say the boss? His name is Maverick…

  (Luke) Right … How are we going to capture Maverick for good?

  Gwen put her hand to her cheek, tapping her foot as she tried to come up with a better way to tackle things. Gwen being Gwen, she quickly stopped tapping her foot, putting her hand in her pocket as she eyed the door.

  Looking at Luke and the other two, Gwen then readied her right leg, putting an extensive amount of force as she looked like she was about to make a lunge. In a split second, she stormed out of the room, her body as light as a baby bird's feather as she got to the hallway in less than a second.

  (Gwen) Oi! Maverick! I’m coming for ya!

  Because she was glowing, Gwen was a huge target for the Blood Eagles members waiting outside in the hallway. Standing outside her door, she saw many blood eagles wearing a weird type of goggles that she couldn’t recognize.

  But either way, those goggles managed to make the mercenaries see in the dark.

  (Gwen) Hello everybody! Have you seen your boss? I just want to talk to him!

  In the third hallway alone, there were 30 to 40 Blood Eagle members, all having their weapons loaded and their faces concealed as they all focused on the glowing woman. Seeing that they weren’t going to just respond to her, Gwen put on a frown as she pced her finger on her mouth.

  (Gwen) Awww. I was hoping that one of you told me…

  The blood eagles then pointed their guns toward Gwen, readying to open fire at the woman. Just as they all put their fingers on the trigger, Gwen looked to the right to see that—

  Luke, Luna, and Loraine weren’t there in the room at all, so where could they go?

  (Gwen’s thoughts) Not bad Luna…

  A commotion can be heard on the opposite side of the hallway, as a blood eagle's member falls.

  When one of the blood eagles saw their comrade fall, he quickly ran up to him and checked his back for any bullet wounds. Finding no bullet wounds on the back, he turned his friend’s body to see if he had any wounds on the front.

  He did, but it wasn’t a gunshot wound.

  (Luna) Up here, dumbass.

  With a precise ssh, Luna used her right arm to ssh a blood eagle's chest, not that deep so that it wouldn’t kill him, but just enough so that he wouldn't get up.

  Having dual-wielding, twin double-edged swords in each hand, Luna came out of the hallway that led towards the second floor. Not only Luna but Luke and Loraine also were with Luna, with Luke wielding dual-wielding Uzis and Loraine wielding an RPG.

  (Random Blood Eagles Member #1) How did they get to the other side of the hallway?

  (Random Blood Eagles Member #2) I don’t care, take them out!

  (Luke) Loraine! Press the arm button, it’ll give us some light to see in the dark!

  (Loraine) Gotcha!

  Loraine ran towards an arm system that was gently tucked near Luke. Since Luke had his eyes on Luna, Loraine used the butt of her RPG to break the gss. Putting down the RPG, she pced her hand inside the little case, gently pushing the arm button with ease.

  All hell was let loose, as the sounds of light, metal, and bullets rocked the red and bck hallway of the third-floor hallway.

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  (Miles’s Group)

  (Miles) Did Gwen just really bust through the third floor?

  (Benn) Typical.

  (Jack) Hey wait, isn’t that our cue?

  Four dark angel members waited outside the front door. In terms of change, Miles and Benn’s faces stayed the same from two years ago. Meanwhile, Jack’s face started to mature more as his cheeks and jaw were shown more, while Hope’s overall body grew more maturely.

  Seeing that the door was locked in tight from the inside, Jack tilted his head as he tried to pry the lock with his hands.

  (Jack) How did Luke and Luna get in?

  (Miles) They copied their outfits to the letter and used it to sneak in. Weren’t you paying attention to the pn?

  (Jack) I was daydreaming.

  (Miles) Yeah, that’s on you.

  (Hope) Hey Benn, I gave you a stick of dynamite a couple of days ago. Do you still have it?

  (Benn) Yeah, I put it in your backpack. Hold still.

  Hope remained still as Benn went through her backpack, the amount of energy drinks, healing equipment, and medicine bottles scattered as Benn tried to look for one single block of dynamite. After searching for several long seconds, Benn noticed a familiar material.

  (Benn) Found it.

  Pulling out a stick of dynamite, he went back inside Hope’s backpack hoping to find any random lighter to light the fuse. Unfortunately, finding a lighter would be finding a needle in a haystack.

  (Benn) I’ll just use something else.

  Zipping up her backpack, Benn held the dynamite firmly, his bluish hands wrapping it as he looked down at the concrete floor. Bending down, he swiped the dynamite in one fast swoop to light up the explosive, the sparks, and fmes inching their way toward the gunpowder.

  Nonchantly walking towards the door, Benn pced the dynamite at the door, his eyes lost in the gaze of the fmes and sparks that he rarely ever had…

  Walking slowly, he was able to make it out of the bst range as the explosion created a shockwave that shook the four dark angels, their bodies feeling the bst and shock, especially for Benn who felt his back was about to tear open.

  (Jack) Woah, it worked… I thought Fred’s special dynamite wouldn’t work.

  (Miles) You thought it wouldn’t?

  (Jack) It was just a hunch. Look, it’s not my fault that I can be a bit pessimistic, I mean, we did fail to bring in Maverick like three times!

  (Benn) That was because of Gwen’s hesitation.

  (Jack) And every time, he somehow finds a way to recruit more mercenaries. He should run for president.

  (Benn) Maverick hates the government.

  (Miles) We could put this conversation on hold for now, we have to carry onward!

  Holstering their guns, the group of four ran towards the broken down door, dust and smoke filling up their lungs as they fought through the anguished air. Upon getting out of the lethal smoke that gagged their senses, they all saw the insides of the lobby.

  With nothing but couches and coffee tables, it was just a pin run-down lobby. There was an abundance of fake pnts, dirty rugs, cigarette ash holders, and most importantly of all, the stairs.

  (Benn) Hold up, let me use my blessing.

  Benn then closed his eyes and stood still, rexing his breath as he focused on one thing and one thing only. For the others, they waited, guarding Benn for anything that might ambush them, their eyes peered for any enemy.

  (Benn’s spiritual voice) Lend me a fly’s vision from the third-floor hallway…

  In an instant, Benn was dumped to the vision of a fly. As the fly buzzed around the hallway, it lent aid to Benn’s goal, looking for any sign of a tall freckled man with long hair.

  With its five eyes, it saw a man putting his right hand onto its stomach, panting and wheezing as the fly saw the man’s face pale and sweaty. Benn, who instantly noticed that familiar face, talked to the other dark angel members, his eyes remaining shut as he remained focused.

  (Benn) Maverick is running away.

  (Miles) Where is he, Benn? Is he heading towards the second floor?

  (Benn) Yeah, looks like he’s going for—what…

  If the power to the third floor was to be cut off, then what about the first floor?

  (Jack) You gotta be shitting us? How are we going to raid a building without light?!

  (Miles) Hey Benn? Can your animal or insect see in the dark?

  (Benn) No.

  (Miles) Alright. You can stop now Benn.

  Benn then returned to his physical form, sweat forming along his forehead as he swiped it away with his arm. With everyone not being able to see clearly, Hope managed to bring out something from the side of her backpack.

  (Hope) I hope this helps.

  Turning on her fshlight, she held it firmly in her right hand as the rest of the group used their eyes to look around. Noticing that there was nothing particur in the lobby, Miles gave one st look before he turned his head towards the three of them.

  (Miles) Let’s get up the stairs, we got to back up the others in whatever way we can … hey …do you all hear that?

  As their ears perked up as the loudening footsteps were coming from the stairs, Miles turned his head towards where Hope was, quietly whispering to her with his voice gentle yet firm.

  (Mile’s whispering) Hope, turn it off. Everyone, follow me.

  Miles gathered the group, holding them together as they all hurriedly ran towards the lobby counter to remain hidden. On their way to the counter, Hope used her left hand to turn off the fshlight, yet she still held onto it with her right hand. As the three of them reached towards the desk, they all barely managed to reach it in time, just as the mercenaries of the blood eagles came down to the area where they were originally.

  Not being able to see how many there were, the four dark angels' breathing was becoming more rapid as they were enclosed inside the lobby desk. Even though it was surprisingly spacious, how long would they hold out?

  (Jack’s thoughts) Are they going to go or not? I hope they don’t try to pry through every single corner of this lobby.

  Unfortunately, rustling was heard on the opposite side of the lobby, causing Jack to hold his hands together tightly. Shutting his eyes from the world, he continues to keep them shut as he tries to escape reality through imagination.

  (Jack’s thoughts) Just imagine yourself eating cake near the ocean! Just imagine yourself eating cake near the ocean! Just imagine yourself eating cake near the ocean!

  Hope as well breathed in heavily, as the mercenaries were oddly getting closer and closer to the lobby desk. Just as the rustling seemed to stop, all the dark angels sensed a person right in front of them. Considering it was pitch bck, the dark angels couldn’t tell if the person in front of them could either see them or not, but one thing’s for sure…

  The person in front of them isn’t friendly.

  (Jack’s thoughts) Just imagine … Just imagine … Just … imagine … imagine … thought … brain … telepathy, wait…

  Jack, who could somewhat see a silhouette in front of him, moved his body a bit more outward. As if readying his stance, he looked straight into the silhouette, his eyes unwavering as the air around him mystified.

  (Jack’s thoughts) If I used my blessing, maybe I could dig in on some info.

  As Jack’s eyes turned more brownish, he started to hear a little transmission, trying to pick up the message. Even though there was no radio on site, where can the transmission come from?

  Is there some hidden radio?

  (Random Blood Eagle Member #2’s thoughts) Why is it so damn hard to find bullets for our buddies? I thought the boss provided them a couple of months ago.

  (Jack’s thoughts) So he doesn’t see us huh? Just looking for bullets like some idiot. Then I was worried about nothing after all—

  Gunshots and fighting can be heard higher up upstairs.

  (Hope’s thoughts) Oh no, are they fighting now? We’re not even towards the second level!

  (Mile’s thoughts) Shit! We need to do something about that silhouette-looking figure.

  In an instant, Jack quickly got up, without attracting the attention of enemies and even friendlies since Miles nor Hope ever heard his presence. Tip-toeing, Jack continued to listen to the man’s indoor voice and actions, making him more of a ninja than an elite government-funded group project.

  (Jack’s thoughts) Just need … oh, alright here it is!

  Grabbing from out of his pocket, he pulled out a knife with many holes on its edge. Seeing that the silhouette still didn’t notice Jack’s pressure behind him, Jack took this opportunity to read his crouching stance as he pulled back his knife. Slowly standing up, he was about to lunge forward, aiming for the right side of the blood eagle member's stomach, but…

  There was one problem.

  (Random Blood Eagle Member #2) Oh, Coach? Do you think these bullets would work?

  The Blood Eagles member managed to turn around at the worst possible time, managing to see Jack who was behind him almost a foot away with a huge knife.

  But Jack was always good with eyesight, especially in the dark. As he slowly put his knife into his pocket, Jack put his left hand in the air, and when the opportunity was right—

  (Jack) Come here!

  In an instant, Jack used his right hand to pull the silhouette towards him, catching the eagle member off guard. With a twist of his hand, Jack subdued the poor member as he had his left hand on his neck, making sure his fingers were blocking all the airways that led to his lungs. With his right hand, he pulled out a leftover napkin, a napkin that was created and handed down by Luke and Fred.

  (Fred in Jack’s thoughts) This napkin could put a man to sleep in 10 seconds tops! Make sure the said person has little oxygen for it to work more sufficiently!

  Putting the napkin onto the Eagle’s member's nose, the member wailed his arms and legs violently as he tried to fight his way out. Fortunately, Jack was strong enough to put a grip on the man’s neck and managed to make him fall asleep in 11 seconds.

  (Jack’s thoughts) That bastard was bluffing!

  But the blood eagle member made a little bit of noise when he was subdued. As Jack was taking off the Blood Eagle’s members' goggles, he put them on to get a good test drive. Seeing the entire room with clear visibility, he also saw that the other Blood Eagle members were on their way…

  There weren't even just several of them. If Jack were to estimate how many were in that lobby, Jack would need four extra hands to count.

  (Jack’s thoughts) Oh shit…

  Thus begins the lobby holdout for Mile’s group.