The door slid open; synthetic gunshots resounded in the air while the shooters continued firing plasma beams to the target dummies. On the left side, fight bots combated with the trainers, practicing their martial arts. “Oh, it seems I made a mistake” he framed his temples, said. “Never mind, you will eventually meet the team” “They may seem mismatched, but each one is a special subject of Project Unlock” Draven said. “You mean lab rats?” Andrew rolled his eyes at his comment, said. “Yes, if you want to put it crudely” Andrew clapped his hands and shouted. “Guys, can I have your attention. We have guests!”  They rested their guns on the table and turned around with a cardboard expression.  “Sorry about that. They can be a serious bunch.” Andrew said. “Denova step forward” A woman with a dark complexion stepped forward, blue streaked dreads swatted against her thick rear. Andrew pointed, said. “This is Denova,

 While climbing the stairs, Draven asked. “Who is the founder?” Andrew said. “A scientist. A scientist of a great one,” “Do you know who created the super bots?” Within his head. Vernon said. “I don’t think I like this feeling.” Draven’s brows lifted, he asked. “What do you mean?” Vernon screamed, clutching his head. “Ahh, I can’t remember!!” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I feel I am forgetting something,” Vernon responded with a fragile expression for a first time, revealing the fears on his face.    “Okay… but just make sure Andrew cannot read my mind,” Draven said. Externally, Draven replied with a smile. “Yeah, I know the Justice Alliance” Andrew paused his steps and turned around. “Do you know exactly who?” Draven shook his head. Andrew loosened posture, said “Professor Albador Viscount, the creator of the next level Artificial Intelligence, phase 3.4 and Artificial Supers,”<

Light shone off the dark shades under the brick-red cap. He skirted through the crowd of parading students as they went about chanting for their team. “Hellhounds!” “Hellhounds”While Osborne stood on the table, pumping his fist into the air, pumping their spirits. He placed a hand on his ear and shouted. “I can’t hear you! Who is going to win the semi?”They raised their sign boards and shouted. “Hellhounds!!!!”Meanwhile, he snickered. “What an attention hog! Haha” he tapped a shoulder, the person turned around. “What do you want?”“Aren’t you in Class B?”Her eyebrows lifted, she said. “Yes?? Why do you ask?” “What’s your next period?”“Hmm... History”“Do you know Natalia Leroux? Are you close?”She replied. “Yes

“Can you check whether she is really gone?” he asked, his body suddenly convulsed into a serial of coughs. “She is gone” He whispered. “Sorry, Becky, but I have to do this” he flipped the cover to the side. His eyes shifted to the tubes connected to the machines. He asked. “Vernon, do you know a way to not trigger them?” Vernon pondered, said. “I know of one. First get coffee” “Ah coffee… maybe my brain could use some” Draven said, his eyes shifted. The door pulled back, tails of lavender hair swished to the slit, a childish voice squeaked into the room. “Rocco, hurry! I think this is his room” “I am coming” Remembering the little girl brought a smile to his fac

  Karisa bended her back, with her head out of the door, she looked back and forth. Her blue dress rode up on her rump, earning a groan from Draven. She shoved her butt backwards, giving him a clear view of the blue strip nestled between her lips. She glanced over her shoulder with a quirky smile, asked. "How do you like the view?" she pinched the hem, stretching the thin fabric over her fine asset. Draven frowned, said. "Did you come here to seduce me?" Karisa giggled, said "Not really, but it was fun seeing your reaction. "  Draven crossed his