(Quintiles 29, 59 / 9:10PM)

  (Luke, Miles, Jack, and Stan)

  (Miles) Jack! This is the pce!

  (Jack) Are you sure? It looks like a typical building to me—

  (Miles) It’s the tallest tower in the city! Just park near it!

  Outside of the Zirardge tower, Jack managed to park the van right in front of it.

  Turning his head to see the tall tower from below, Jack noticed that the gss door to the building was broken down, with gss shattered all across the white cement. With Miles’s command, Jack turned off the van, switching the key ignition off as he pulled the key out.

  Bringing his sniper rifle and stuff ready, Jack got out of the van as he and Miles made their way towards the back of the van, seeing the little pin code to put in. Looking at each other with nonchant eyes, Jack brustled his hair as he slouched his head forward, his fingers grazing the top strands of his well-kept red hair.

  (Jack) Are you going to punch in the code or not?

  (Miles) I don’t know the code.

  (Jack) Then who knows it?

  (Miles) Surprisingly, Gwen of all people.

  Both came closer to the lock pin as they heard the sounds of rustling and footsteps inside the back of the van. Folding their arms as they looked at the lock intently, Jack continued to fondle his hair as he thought of the passcode, his temples bulging as a headache started to form.

  Miles noticed the heavy thought process Jack was in and started to stare at the lock pin, but then he noticed the numbers upon the lock pin…

  (Miles) Maybe we could put in the numbers that are the most used.

  (Jack) Like how?

  (Miles) Look at the number markings for each pin. Some of the paint is starting to wear off, so let’s just get lucky with a random combination number.

  (Jack) Good idea.

  Both men hunched their heads towards the lock pin, scanning the number markings on the lock steadily as they went through each marking together.

  Miles noticed quickly that three numbers were the most off-painted that he saw. Tracing his fingers along the keypad of the lock, he looked towards Jack as he folded his arms again, his eyes softening at the man.

  (Miles) Let’s see. 2, 5, and 6 are the only numbers that are the most painted off. Curious, it’s a four-number lock, right?

  (Jack) Yeah, it’s four numbers.

  (Miles’s thoughts) Well shit…

  His face started to coat with hot sweat, scratching the side of his head with his right hand. Trying to find the most used number marking in the lockpin, he looked at the three numbers intently, his pupils lowering at each number marking.

  (Miles) Hmmm … Can Luke hear me from here?

  (Jack) Barely. This van is designated to be sound resilient from outside forces, so you couldn’t talk to Luke and the others even if you tried.

  (Miles) What about those dents from our fight on the highway?

  (Jack) It mostly works on noises that don’t affect the van physically.

  An abundance of knocking can be heard coming from inside of the van, the knocking becoming louder as the van starts to shake. Jack pounded the back of the van door two times, having his fist on the metallic trunk.

  Turning his head towards Miles, he put his left hand into his side jacket’s pocket, taking out a walkie-talkie as he flinched his head up towards the tower.

  (Jack) Try to reach Gwen. You have a walkie-talkie, right?

  (Miles) Yeah.

  (Jack) Then that’s perfect. Tell her what the code is so that I could get these two bozos out.

  (Miles) Sure thing.

  Giving Jack a nod, Miles turned his body as he sprinted towards the gss shattered door that led into the tower. At the same time he was doing that, he pulled out a walkie-talkie with his left hand and pushed the button to activate the device.

  Getting inside the darkened lobby, Miles stopped to notice the darkened lobby right in front of him, his legs quivering as his pupils started to dite. Sniffing the air around him, Miles started to gag as he smelled the presence of a foul odor many feet in front of him, the smell of toe jam and rotten eggs provoking his throat to open up.

  (Miles’s thoughts) Holy crap it stinks! Am I going to vomit here?!

  (Jack on Walkie Talkie) Hey Miles, are you in the elevator yet?

  (Miles) No. It’s almost pitch bck in here.

  Miles turned his head around to try to take in the almost pitch-bck lobby, plucking his nostrils with his right hand. Unable to see the elevators, he started gripping the walkie-talkie forcingly, his fingertips cracking the metal as his breathing started to strengthen.

  (Miles’s thoughts) Just where the hell is the goddamn elevator—

  An elevator bell rang right in back of him.

  Flinching his body toward the direction of the bell, Miles let go of his nose and pced his right hand where his right holster was at. His eyes trying to squint right through the darkness, Miles saw with his own eyes a normal yellow light barely opening up right in front of him.

  Or rather the door of an elevator sliding its door to welcome the dark-toned man.

  Pulling his right hand out of the holster, Miles slowly walked towards the opening elevator, not seeing anything out of the ordinary as no one was inside it.

  (Miles) Found an elevator. Call me when you need me.

  (Miles’s thoughts) I guess this is the way toward where Gwen and Luna are, but who bashed in the first-floor button?

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  (Quintiles 29, 59 / 9:01PM)

  (Gwen)

  (Cameron) You know I held back against those weaklings back at the bar. Now that I’m fighting you of all people, I could go all out with my power.

  (Gwen) Interesting, because I barely tapped a bit into my power too.

  A woman and a male lich boy stood face to face in the cellur office yout.

  Gwen, instead of being in a fighting position like the rest of the dark angels, decided to put her hands into her pockets, tilting her head slightly to the right as she let out a cheerful smirk. Seeing that Cameron’s body was twitching, his hands seeming to be on the verge of breaking his knuckles, Gwen straightened her back as she cleared her throat.

  (Gwen) You want to hit me, do you? You're edging a lot right now so it’s ok if you let it out~

  (Cameron) Oh, I’m ready to let it all out~!

  Raising his left arm upwards, Cameron continued to stare right at Gwen’s face, her smirk continuing to twitch his body endlessly. In a small motion, the couple of bats that were sitting on Cameron’s shoulders started to twitch their heads erratically.

  Which caused Gwen to take a step back while continuing to smirk at the lich boy.

  (Gwen) Are you going to summon more bats? Do you think I’m going to be taken down by bats of all things?

  Cameron closed his eyes as he started to breathe in and out, his face started to clench itself as his cheekbones and jawline were more present than before. His chiseled face and body starting to showcase more bones than fat and muscle, he turned his head up towards the white ceiling, his eyes on the verge of rolling back into his head.

  Gwen felt an immacute air around Cameron, his body and soul beginning to thin or rather loosen from himself as his mouth and bck eyes continued to drip out tar from those ends. His feet make a hole around him along the floor, small cracks from the walls can be felt and heard by the pressure alone.

  (Cameron) Site of Retieration.

  In an instant, his entire body became utterly nuzzled against by hundreds upon hundred of bck bats. Spreading his arms wide, his palms facing towards Gwen, he tilted his head to the left as he let out a sly smirk, his all-bck eyes continuing to let out a couple of tar tears.

  With his head turning towards Gwen, the rest of the bats followed suit, their heads completely envisioning Gwen’s soul. His legs put themselves together in a sort of military stance, and his feet were pointing to Gwen’s body.

  (Cameron) What? Intimidated? Nervous? Scared? Do you feel the dread of despair yet? Do you fear what I’m going to do next? Do you…

  Cameron then started to slowly walk backward right alongside the wall, his bats now starting to fly all over him as his entire body was now being shielded. His chest upheaving like normal, he turned the direction of his palms to where it faced the ceiling.

  (Cameron) Fear death?

  In response, Gwen extended her right hand towards Cameron, her palm emitting a yellowish light the same as usual. The light particles slowly created something from within her hand, the light started to shine on the entire office floor.

  The object that Gwen envisioned was a simple one, an object that Gwen stuck with to this very day…

  Or rather something close to it.

  The yellowish object of light that Gwen formed in her hand was nothing more than a whip, a small whip that had a small razor edge on the tip of it.

  (Gwen) Pfft … so I was right, you just spawned more bats.

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  (Cameron) I’ll just show you how powerful I can be!

  Pointing his hands towards Gwen, the hundreds of bats flew around him like an aerial shield started to dissipate into the wind.

  With the bats nowhere to be seen, Gwen didn’t pay any mind to the bats being gone, as her right hand that held the whip continued to be more or less loose. Gwen put her left hand over her mouth, her mouth opening wide as she…

  Let out a loud yawn.

  (Gwen) Yawn … so uh when are we fighting? Today? Tomorrow? It feels like yesterday now—

  The bats that were dissipated in the wind now returned to the present motion of air, as Gwen used her peripheral vision to locate the many bats coming at her from both her left and right.

  In slow motion, the dozens upon dozens of angry-mouthed bats opened their mouths wide, their fangs and teeth sharp and rigid as their mouths foamed from their saliva. Noticing this, Gwen raised her whip and she started to curl her fingers tighter.

  But not that tight.

  (Gwen’s thoughts) Hmmm … I was never good at math or arithmetic, but I guess that’s a lot of bats huh?

  Crouching down, she glided backward across the carpet as the material started to receive electrical shots and bolts along the wool. Having her feet just sliding back a couple of feet from her original position, she steadied her eyes at the horde as her fastening speed wasn’t enough for them to catch onto.

  Standing herself up back to her normal position, she steadied her whip as she noticed that the two groups managed to collide with each other, the groups now being into one. Seeing this, gave her the perfect chance.

  (Gwen) Breaking Scourge.

  Pushing her light whip with ease, the small and short whip shed out towards the group of bats, the razor edge not even big enough to reach at least one bat. Against the many bats that were now turning their heads in slow motion at the freckled woman, the only thing Gwen went out from her mouth was a millisecond chuckle.

  Until.

  The entire horde of bats was obliterated by a colossal sonic boom.

  In the present motion, the horde of bats was swept away in one massive bst of compacted and dense air, the air that bsted them twice the speed of a sniper rifle round.

  Nothing but tar scattered across the white walls and carpet floor, leaving no trace of internal organs or skin to be smeared. Scattering across all directions, the tar managed to be smeared against both Gwen and Cameron’s bodies and faces.

  Because of the wind and air being pushed against by a great force, the thrust of Gwen’s whip managed to thrust against any of the cubicles and any material that was in the whip's way. In an immersive dispy of strength, the gust broke away the carpet and the stone walls, tearing apart the very wool and fabric.

  Which left the floor from up above to pour what y right on top of it.

  And another floor.

  And another…

  Almost three to four stories above them, a giant hole was created, at an angle, leading the hole out towards the side of the building.

  Turning her head towards Cameron, Gwen still kept her whip in check, barely keeping it loose as she eyed the lich boy with pushed-down eyes. Putting her whip right along her shoulder as if she were wielding a dormant rifle, she put her left hand onto her hip yet again, tilting her head to the left.

  (Gwen) So … how’s that for power?

  Cameron started to let a bead of sweat roll down from his forehead, his face already pale to begin with as his nostrils started to open with every inhale and exhale. His breathing turned irregur, with his chest starting to contract and contort, Cameron still yet put his arms close to his body as he did a fighting stance.

  Noticing the stance that he was making, Gwen let out a sigh as she rubbed the back of her head with her left hand, caressing her long hair with her fingernails.

  (Gwen) Do you still want to go? You know I could just one-shot you?

  (Cameron) I still have more power in me! I-I still have, watch!

  Cameron crouched down as he put his right palm onto the ground, his knees bent with the tips of his toes putting pressure on the carpet. Having his left hand extended back out, pointing in the opposite direction of Gwen, another sense of aura circled him yet again.

  Tapping her shoulder with her whip repeatedly, Gwen let out another yawn, this time letting it out loudly without the need to cover it with her mouth.

  (Cameron) You think I’m a joke! Just you wait!

  Coming out of his left hand was yet again, another spawning of dozens upon dozens of bats, appearing out of thin air as they all nestled themselves onto Cameron. With the bats all circling the lich boy, making another shield around him, Cameron still was in his lunge position.

  And with a simple thrust to both of his feet, he lept straight towards the unguarded Gwen, having his right arm pulled back as he expanded his little yet dangerous muscles on his arm. Reaching closer and closer to the freckled woman, Cameron pushed against the carpet with his left heel, making him jump upward as he looked down at the woman.

  (Cameron) Eat shit!

  Having his right hand clenched itself into a fist, he barreled his fist towards Gwen’s face, the tips of his knuckles inches away from hitting her cheekbone.

  But they didn’t.

  (Cameron’s thoughts) Huh? She was right there—

  (Gwen) Going hand-to-hand combat with me? Wow, a round of appuse for basicity.

  Gwen was far away; she was in the middle of the hallway, with a trail of carpet on fire as her speed managed to create enough friction. With her being twenty to thirty feet away from Cameron, she let out a huff as she shook her head sideways, still having a smirking smile to her.

  While she pced her hands on her hips, tilting her head as her nostrils fred up.

  (Gwen) Don’t your parents ever tell you to not hit a defenseless woman?

  (Cameron) Shut up!

  Cameron lunged himself towards Gwen yet again, eyeing her face as usual as he thrust his right hand. His fist inches away from Gwen, but she vanished just as he was about to hit her on the st millisecond, his eyes widening as she started to grind his teeth together.

  But same as usual, Gwen vanished, a trail of carpet on fire as her st evidence.

  Landing in the hallway, barely able to stop himself from hitting the wall, Cameron looked around him as he tried to find the woman. Looking at every angle and corner of the office floor, he put his hands towards the back of his head, his fingernails digging into his scalp.

  (Cameron) Can’t you just fight me normally?! Show up and fight me like a man!

  (Gwen) Hold up, I’m not a man.

  Hearing the freckled woman’s voice in the back of him, Cameron turned to see that Gwen had her whip down as her hand was motionless to gravity. Her grip on the whip not loosening one bit, the sudden airburst of wind came crashing onto him as his hair and skin fluttered from the listening speed.

  Still having the bats around him like an aerial shield, Cameron extended one of his hands out as he pointed his finger towards Gwen, the bats surrounding him turning their attention to her.

  Letting out an out-of-breath chuckle, with his left hand on his knee as he slightly hunched back, Cameron cleared his throat as his vocals started to quell, his walking turning to stomp.

  (Gwen) I may be ft-chested, but I’m a woman dork.

  (Cameron) Let her have it!

  Half of the bats left to reach towards Gwen, the flying bodies trying to surround her as she looked up towards the horde. Pulling back her whip, she didn’t need to make a stance, as she hurled the whip right towards the horde that was flying.

  Not that much strength compared to her first strike, the gushing air wiped away the group of bats off the face of Terra, the bullet wind blowing away a huge hole on top of the floor above it.

  More tar was smeared right in front of her face and body, her vision was blocked by a piece of bat skin.

  This caused Cameron to sprint to the left side of Gwen, his lunge toward Gwen’s face clearer now that she was distracted.

  (Cameron’s thoughts) She may be strong, but she’s slow-headed!

  The bats that were surrounding him went around Gwen, half of his horde trying to loop around her towards the right side. While continuing to have the rest of the horde circling his body, he reached where Gwen was standing, pulling back his arm as he lodged it forward.

  Having his knuckles millimeters within touching her cheekbones, Cameron let off a devilish smirk, the crevices of his lips reaching the height of his bottom ears as his teeth showed. His hot breath was fast enough to reach Gwen’s nose.

  (Cameron’s thoughts) And it looks like I just—

  A hand gripped the helm of Cameron’s wrist.

  Her fingernails dug themselves into his bones, causing his eyes to clench shut as his head arched back. His whole body starting to shake from the stabbing pain, the bats continued their pursuit towards Gwen.

  Her eyes gncing to the right of her, her right hand that wielded her whip unched itself towards the group of bats. The whip made the air around it faster than a sniper bullet as the horde of bats managed to be cleansed yet again, creating yet another hole on top of the ceiling as it traveled a couple of floors above.

  Another smear of tar unched itself around the office floor yet again, Gwen’s body was drenched with blood as she sniffed the foul and putrid scent of the creature’s liquids. After her third time dispying her power, she turned her head towards Cameron, her eyes snting at the lich boy.

  (Gwen) What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?

  Cameron’s knees began to buckle as the pain started to become more pressurized, his legs colpsing onto themselves as he nded on his shins. Tar coming out of his mouth, as well as his wrist, starting to pour tar on the carpet, his vocals started to strain themselves as he looked his head up.

  Gwen then pulled Cameron up out of the ground.

  (Gwen) You know, come to think of it. I’ve been going on the defense for most of our fight…

  Cameron’s eyes started to roll back onto the back of his head as the pain from his wrist started to melt him, as a yellowish light flowed into his wrist and hand, causing it to swelter and steam. Almost like fried chicken, Cameron’s entire hand and wrist felt like being deep fried.

  (Cameron) How … are you doing this … What is this…?

  (Gwen) This is a power way above blessings bud. Hehe, even above curses too.

  Gwen then pulled back her left hand, with Cameron’s body going along with the motion of her hand. Her grip on his wrist tightened even more, as well as the glowing yellow light burning up his wrist and hand, started to reach into the depths of his arm.

  Which caused him to shriek as he pushed his vocals to the limits of what’s inhumanly possible, for a lich.

  (Gwen) Are you ready for this?!

  Having her whip with her right hand, she focused a little bit of her strength onto her left arm, thrusting it as she threw the lich like a speeding bullet.

  Cameron’s entire body flew through many cubicles, hitting the stone walls despite not being able to stop. Bumping into many different objects such as desks, typewriters, and many other office materials, he managed to stop not at the gss…

  But.

  Someone stopped him.

  Feeling the same hand clutching onto his skin, burning it with her yellowish light, a trail of dense friction and fire made another trail in front of him.

  (Gwen) I’m not done having fun. You know you need to learn your lesson buddy.

  Throwing him yet again, Cameron hit the many cubicles a second time as he tumbled and rolled all across the entire office floor, his entire body bleeding out tar as his white skin was covered in bruises.

  Not having the strength to stand up, Cameron id his body motionless to the ground as he couldn’t turn his head towards Gwen’s direction.

  But Gwen wasn’t done.

  (Gwen) Now for my final act!

  With her right hand, she let her whip motionless to gravity. Closing her eyes, the yellowish particles managed to make the leather much longer than it should be, almost as if the whip had been turned into a rope.

  But it still had the razor edge on the tip.

  Bending down, Gwen grabbed towards where Cameron’s neck was, wrapping her left hand around it softly as his entire body was up in the air. Letting out a gigglish chuckle escaping from her mouth, she saw the sight of the petrified Cameron, his eyes barely able to see what was in front of him.

  (Gwen) You thought I was losing? Nah bitch you’re losing.

  Thrusting her long whip at Cameron, his body was not whipped, but bound by the leather, the yellowish light creasing his waist harshly as he felt his waist being cut open. Letting out a child-like scream coming out of his body, Gwen let go of his neck.

  And then she started to twirl around, having both of her hands holding the whip with Cameron in tow.

  Spinning around endlessly, the speed increased evermore each time she fulfilled a turn. Her feet and heels dug themselves into the carpet, and the fabric and material started to catch on fire as the friction was enough to spread the fire around her.

  (Gwen) Roses are red, violets are blue.

  As her spinning reached an inhuman climax, with the air around them turning into a sharpening vortex around them, Gwen saw from her eyes the horse-lich boy starting to get his skin peeled off from him. Seeing the terror in his eyes, his eyes were on the verge of letting out tearful tears…

  (Gwen) Goodbye Cameron, so away you flew.

  Gwen then let go of her whip.

  And in that instant, a huge and gargantuan bst rocked the tower from within, as a massive hole gushed out from the building. With several stories around the floor where the bst was unched sharing the same huge hole, the building started to creak, its anger resonating all over its joints and nails.

  As for Cameron.

  Parting the clouds in front of Gwen, the air around him pushed against the ash-covered orange clouds, creating a little hole as he made his way into the night sky, which meant…

  Cameron was parting the orange sky sea.

  Going through the ash-covered clouds, his muscles and bones started to be peeled by the instant sharpened wind as he traveled out of the city. His white skin instantly vaporized by the sharpening wind, Cameron’s muscles and bones weren’t the same as they soon started to be scraped away.

  Coming out on top of the clouds Cameron’s body soon started to crumble as most of his organs were ripped by the sharp air.

  As everything apart from him was vaporized from head to toe.

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  (Quintiles 29, 59 / 9:15PM)

  (Miles) Gwen!

  Miles sprinted through the completely trashed office floor as he saw the many carpet burns on the floor, the cubicles being destroyed with papers and typewriters heavily damaged.

  Seeing that Gwen had a fire extinguisher in her hands, Miles waved his hands as he ran.

  (Miles) Gwen! I need to speak to you!

  Gwen turned her head to see that Miles was sprinting towards her. Having her hands still on the fire extinguisher, she put down the object to the right of her as she waved with her left hand.

  Letting out a cheerful smile from her face, she closed her eyes despite the entire office being beyond the need for repair. Followed by the ash and dirt clogging the office floor from the few holes that Gwen created, Gwen wrinkled her nose.

  (Gwen) Hey Miles! Have something you need?

  Miles managed to reach towards Gwen, his face panting and puffing with his hot breath reaching towards Gwen’s face. Bending down as his hands were on his knees, he looked down onto the burnt carpet, his breathing raspy and uncontrolled as he tried to speak.

  Putting both of her hands onto Miles’s shoulders, Gwen rubbed his bck leather jacket with her thumbs.

  (Gwen) You looked tired. I guess both Harold and Ryan give you guys a run for your money.

  (Miles) I don’t … gasps … know about Ryan. But … pants … we took out Harold.

  Miles looked towards the side of Gwen as he let out a huge gulp from his throat, burying his saliva into his lungs. Darkening her face, Gwen slightly tightened her grip on his shoulders, her palms getting sticky as they started to stick to the leather.

  (Gwen) Don’t worry, we all are dealing with people that we all once knew.

  (Miles) I’m scared that we have to confront Gary about him. But …

  Looking up at Gwen’s freckled face, Miles wiped his mouth with his right-hand sleeve as a bit of drool and saliva started to come down from the corner of his lip. Standing up straight, his eyes peered down at Gwen, his eyelids sluggish with eyebags forming beneath his eyes.

  His breathing calming down, followed by his chest heaving normally, he id his hands motionless to the ground.

  (Miles) I need the four-letter code for the back of the van.

  (Gwen) Wait what? That’s it?

  Tilting her head to the right and pcing her pointer finger along her cheek, Gwen’s eyes widened as she remained still, her heels locking into pce into the carpet floor.

  A bead of sweat rolled down her right temple, causing Gwen to let go of Miles’s shoulders, taking a step back as she looked down to the ground. Putting her right hand onto the nape of her neck, she caressed it with her fingertips.

  (Gwen) hehe … so it’s just the code that you needed huh? Hehe…

  Folding her arms, her hands started to tremble as she continued to look down at the carpet. Furrowing his brow upwards, Miles took a step forward as he towered over her, his right hand on his walkie-talkie starting to creak as his face slightly darkened.

  His throat quivering with uneasiness, Miles put his left hand on Gwen’s shoulder, his eyes trying to make eye contact with hers.

  (Miles) Please tell me you know the code.

  (Gwen) Uhm … I uh … I … I don’t—

  (Jack) There you guys are!

  From out of the elevator doors opened up three men.

  With Jack, Luke, and Stan exiting the elevator, they all ran towards both Miles and Gwen, their legs pushing off the unstable carpet as they noticed Miles’s widened eyes.

  Putting both of his hands on the back of his head, even with his walkie-talkie in his right hand, Miles turned his head away for a second until he turned towards Jack again.

  (Miles) What the hell!? How did you guys get here?

  (Jack) Luke had a walkie-talkie, so he talked through to me from the other side. He managed to guess the code without you or Gwen’s help, with nothing but blind luck.

  Letting out a heavy breath of relief as her chest loosened, Gwen had her right-hand trace along the back end of her hair. Making a warm smile towards the three of them, she put her hands to her thighs, her fingers calm and still compared to another person…

  Miles' hands were raised towards Jack’s face, but he didn’t have a hold on him, almost like he wanted to strangle Jack with his own hands.

  (Miles) You're a piece of shit! You never told me!

  (Jack) Why are you angry at me!? Luke was the one that got himself and Stan out of the back of the van!

  (Miles) That’s not the fucking point! I wasted my breath to come see Gwen and it was all just a joke!

  Miles wrapped his rge hands around Jack’s head, barely managing to have a firm grip on the top of his hair. With his fingertips digging themselves into his skull, Miles ground his teeth together.

  Both Luke and Stan pulled Miles from doing any further pyful damage to Jack, holding him back as he tried to push forward towards where he was.

  (Stan) Dude, calm down. We’re all here and that’s all that matters.

  (Luke) Come on Miles. I know he didn’t communicate, but it wasn’t his fault. Try to be the best man here.

  Miles stopped his push forward as he turned his head towards Luke, his eyes widening tenfold. Loosening up his body, he let his hands go as his fists subdued to the hearing of Luke’s words.

  Looking away, he avoided Luke’s eyes as he looked at the burnt carpet next to him, seeing the fabric spiking up from the friction it still held.

  (Miles) Ok…

  Letting go of Miles, all of them turned their attention to Gwen.

  Stan, having his hands and arms folded, slouched his back as he looked around the room, noticing that there was one angry girl that was missing. Not only did he not find Luna, but he took a whiff of the ash smoke starting to pour in from above the clouds.

  (Stan) So uh … how was your fight with the chainsaw sword freak? And where’s Luna?

  (Gwen) About that…

  A gss breaking from a window can be heard from the outside.

  Their ears heard it from the front of the office floor, and all of them stopped as their feet remained still, not bulging a muscle from anywhere in their bodies. Noticing that the gss was falling to the left of the group, it was as if…

  (Gwen’s thoughts) Oh shit!

  Gwen instantly glided towards the front end of the office floor in less than a second, making the carpet packed with friction. Being in front of the shattered window, she looked up to see—