“One of you better have one hell of a good freaking explanation why this mission went wrong!” Simon was already biting at them distances away where the rest of the Elites gathered.The Grid was an abandoned hopscotch children playground. It used to be lively but rumours had it that after the death of a foster kids who used to frequent the playground, things were never the same. A place of amusement and fun where children played with their peers became nightmarish. It has been deserted for a long time. The only people who probably came there were homeless beggars who retired on the benches for the night but on an afternoon like this, it was bound to be empty. Devoid of any sole. And the fact that it was shrouded by overgrown trees made it a good spot for a quick impromptu meeting such as this one. Richard, Reagan, Reginald and Bratté were standing in the middle in a distorted circle, awaiting Simon. Great. Richard grumbled in his thoughts. Take it out on us because it makes you feel

Simon eyed the station's entrance as the driver pulled the far slowly to a stop. He didn't think he would be coming to such an establishment like this soon. Pammad's trial wasn't over yet but he was certain he'd recieve a call from him soon. With a bitter cluck of his tongue, Simon pushed his legs out of the car as the driver opened the car door for him. By the time he got out and round the car, Bratté was waiting for him. He exchanged a troubled glance with her and then ventured towards the station with long strides. The receptionist lifted her head as soon as she heard the sound of his approaching footsteps and stared at Simon questionably.“William Otto.” Simon said the name in a clipped short tone, like it was acidic to this tongue and he wanted to get it out of his system as quick as possible. It appeared Simon was getting disappointed in his son with every passing second. “Oh!” The receptionist's eyebrows quirked up. The dude with the annoying cynical smile. That's your son?”

Her eyelids flickered a few times before opening slowly. White ceilings that glowed softly from reflecting the ward's lighting ce clear through her blurry vision. Her body ached everywhere and very faintly she could hear the constant electronic whirr of a heart monitor. Her eyes shifted to the side and she took in the form of a man, sitting cross-legged on a white chair not too far from her bed. He had a book covering his face. Why am I here? She wondered and her brain so eagerly delivered the answer with painful recalling flashes of the last twenty four hours. Photoshoot. Masked maintenance men. Grandpa dying…“Grandpa!” She gasped, flung her eyes open and jerked her body off the bed at the same time, instantly regretting it a punch-like feeling in her brain hit her skull from within and pain raked all of her nervous system.“Ruby!” The man rushed to her side to stop her from swinging off the bed. Gently, he pushed her shoulders back and up against the frame if the bed, propping s

“I'm coming. I'm coming!!” Tony yelled from the kitchen as he tried to wash his hands to get some of the sauce he had touched up the mackerel with. After that, he undid the apron and hung it up on the wall before going to answer the door. “Hey there.” He greeted as soon as he swing it open.“Hi, it's about time.” Jenner rolled her eyes in slight annoyanve and raised a plastic bag over her head. The sound of bottle clinking together as she walked in past Tony was enough to tell him that she stopped on her way here to get some beer from the store. “Sorry. I had to wash my hands and your knock came on as soon as I opened the oven.” Tony told her as he collected the plastic bottle of beer, both of them walked straight into the kitchen. Jenner's eyes roamed the kitchen as she took a seat at the circular table in his kitchen. “Well, it looks like a fight never happened here. Like you never got attack.”Tony got an opener and took his position in the still across her so they were facing

Pinecrest was busier than usual with the hoard of reporters rushing to take a spot around the front of the building that will offer them the best footage the guests were yet to arrive but some of the reporters were already talking about the event with the cameramen in front of them. Security was present. Suddenly the air shifted around them as a lot of them began to murmur. Something had caught their attention enough to cut one of the reporters in the middle of their speech. Three cars has arrived, pulling up in front of the red carpet. When the driver stepped out with the bodyguards, a few of the security guarding the building started to make a clear path in between the reporters so that the guests could find it easy to make their way to the entrance of the building. The first car had only bodyguards, the second car had Grandma Anabelle, Victoria and Anthony. They were all dressed very exquisitely for the event with Grandma Anabelle in a lovely white dress with a feathery designs,