Arome ran forward, focusing on the way the receptionist aimed her hands. The woman might have been a powerful individual, but it was obvious she had no form of combat training. Then again, that was usually the ease with most people who had abilities. If she had any form of training, then she would not have been telegraphing her attacks. It was almost comically easy for Arome to walk towards, stepping to side and dodging every attack she flung his way.The receptionist narrowed her eyes. Arome was toying with her, and Rowan, who held guns in both hands, had not even taken a shot yet. I would not take a genius for both women to know that Arome and Rowan did not see them as a threat. They needed to change that. The receptionist gritted her teeth and increased the power and speed of the energy blasts she was sending Arome’s way. Arome had no choice but to move to the side and press his body into a doorway, leaning on the closed door, while Rowan took the other side.Energy blasts whizzed

Arome and Rowan made their way towards the entrance of the building, without even hesitating they both strolled out. The guys that had been standing guard outside were there, but not even one of them were in uniforms. Arome grinned, as he locked eyes on the person standing ahead. A six-foot tall Caucasian with a bald head, and holding a gun pointed in their direction. Arome sighed, shook his head and came down the steps leading I not the apartment complex.“Freeze! We have you surrounded! Surrender!” “Who are you?” Arome asked as he clenched his fist, letting a spark of electricity sizzle out of his gloves. As expected, this seemed to trigger the so-called police officers and they unleashed a barrage of gunfire at Arome. He made sure he was standing in front of Rowan as the bullets pelted him like a hailstorm. Even before it’s recent upgrade, his suit was bulletproof, and while his time in Falcon-Eagle industries had seen him having a weaker body, the same could not be said for now.

Arome chuckled. The plot thicken I guess, seems the big boss heard I paid her brother a visit. Arome smiled underneath his helm, as it stands, he no longer needed any proof that the police captain, and his wife the mayor of San-Franmikyo had significant connections with Severance. But still Arome doubted Akiko Zhang was here to confess her sins. In fact, considering the way she was glaring at him, she wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through his head.“Where is my brother? What have you done with him?” she asked, her tone showing that she wanted nothing more than the answers she required.“The old man got away? Good for him. It doesn’t matter how good it looked or was furnished; a prison is still a prison. And I don’t think it’s fair you would lock the old man up when all he did was raise your psychotic sword wielding illegitimate child!” the atmosphere in the room went cold as Akiko’s eyes widened in shock. If they widened any wider, Arome was sure her eyes would pop out of

Arome woke up with a headache, this was the last time he was going to use his head to stop a punch. When Berth and Bertha and told him that he could use his head to smash a hole through walls, he had gotten the idea into his head that he had a skull that could smash through anything. Unfortunately he has had to learn his lessons the hard way, so no more stopping super powered punches with his head. He tried to get up, hit he immediately felt a weight on his right side, he turned to see that Astra had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He frowned, not because he was not happy about the situation, but because he could tell she was having a nightmare. The way she shook and whispered to herself, and the way her hands grabbed onto his suit.Instead of moving away he pulled her closer, his hands moving through her hair. It was silky smooth, and considering both sisters had locks of curly hair that fell in waves on their head, it was surprisingly easy to run his hands through those locks. Arome

The air in the mayor's office was thick with tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Mayor Akiko stood behind her grand oak desk, her eyes blazing with fury. The veins on her neck and temples were visibly pulsing as her rage reached a crescendo. This was not the composed, calculating politician the city knew; this was a woman on the edge, a force of nature about to unleash her wrath.With a primal scream, Akiko's hands swept across the desk, sending papers, files, and ornaments crashing to the floor. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room as picture frames and trinkets shattered against the walls. Her once immaculate office was rapidly transforming into a scene of chaos and destruction.She grabbed the edge of the desk and overturned it with a roar, the heavy wood slamming onto its side. The sheer force of her anger seemed to reverberate through the room, shaking the very foundations of the building. Bookshelves were next to face her wrath, their contents spill