°°° The Unraveling III °°° -The Green Therapeutic Company- "My name is Gerald Greene. "Nice to meet you, Andrew," the man introduced himself with a smile. "Is that supposed to make me impressed?" Andrew quizzed himself internally but nodded "same" in reply. "How are you feeling?" "Is there anything I can get you?" Gerald Greene asked with his smile still on. "No, nothing. Thanks." Andrew folded his hands. "Are sure? "Because I personally bought you some... "Can we just get this over with?" Andrew interrupted him with a stoic expression. Gerald’s face twitched at Andrew’s rejection of his approach, but then he smiled as he realized what a breakthrough that was. He had managed to identify something that would help him further. He nodded with a smile and asked with a deep voice that suited his structure well. "Why are you here, Andrew?" Andrew looked at him with an angry expression but said nothing. Seeing that they weren’t going anywhere, Gerald shook his head slo

°°° Lords and Vessels °°° -Unknown Location- In a dimly lit, large, and spacious room without any windows or doors in sight, a long bronze table stood. With ten sturdy-looking, wooden high-back chairs on the left and right sides of the table—five per side—and another wooden high-back chair at the tail end of the table, The chair at the head of the table was made of bronze, like the table. It had an octopus engraved into it on the back rest and was the only chair with an armrest. A cloaked figure stood behind the bronze head chair. His hooded cloak covered his face as he looked straight at the chair at the tail end of the table. The room was quite dark, with the twelve flickering candle sticks on the table—one in front of each chair—and the twenty-four candle sticks on the floor, two behind each chair—two meters away from the chairs—as the only lights holding back the darkness. With the flickering candle light, the outline of two other figures, one on each side of t

°°° Subtle Interference °°° • South Oakland, Pittsburgh, PA • -Lower-class condo- The Domain of the Warriors tournament had recently opened this zone in Pittsburgh. South Oakland was the site of choice, and as a neighborhood that is home to three universities, museums, and hospitals, as well as an abundance of shopping, restaurants, and recreational activities, it was deemed quite perfect as it was sure to draw the attention of the younger adults, increasing the fame and popularity of the tournament with a steady pace. The higher-ups of the tournament had built a stadium in Central Oakland, Pittsburgh, and had bought three condominiums for the participants that qualified, one for each class, each two blocks away from the last. Sean was in the lower-class condominium, as he was graded in the lower nine. He had a three-bedroom house to himself and his coach, Carlos Wilson. They had converted the third room to the living room, and the living room had become a tempor

°°° Blood Order °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • In a white mansion with two SUVs parked outside, a couple of men sat down on the sofas in the living room, occupying all the available sofas. One chubby African American man in a black tux with gold jewelry adorning his ears, nose, neck, and wrists This was the head of the Red Wing, Wade Wallet, popularly known as "The Wall." He was the superior Boris Romanoff, head of the Orange Wing, to whom a secondary wing was to report. Of course, Boris disliked the term "Orange-Wing." In fact, the entire idea of meshing colors with the word "wing" was terrible and lazy work as far as he was concerned, but it made identification and recollection of which Wing was which much easier. Wade Waller had come to express his anger at the whole situation. The weapons and cash they had lost were going to shake the financial stability of the Tertiary Wings, and maybe one or two Secondary Wings will be affected too, but the White

°°° The Wall °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • After he moved out of the white mansion, Boris Romanoff, along with the three underlings he had hand-selected, moved into an apartment a good number of streets away from the mansion. Boris had gotten them to arm themselves and put them out on the street to gather information, sending the most trusted of the three to check up on his cover family. He had subconsciously come to like Kate, so checking up on her was only routine. He had been doing it with a two-day interval since he woke up from his coma. He would send one or two people to check up on her and then nod at whatever report they gave. On the surface, it looked like he was monitoring them, as a husband-to-be would normally do. But this was part of the act, as he was trying to keep his actual family safe and off the radar of anyone and everyone he worked for and with. This included the White Cross, especially Wade Waller. After the threat from Wade Waller, Bori