Invasion Day 19Rennes, FranceNate once again cut a corner suddenly into a backstreet that looked like it had hopped straight out of the pages of a comic book or gritty noir film.On the front passanger seat, a blonde-haired female pressed her lips into thin lines but didn't comment. At least, the area looked relatively clean, free of thugs or living proof of urban poverty, if she ignores teh infectores stalling on the road. She supposed he'd taken her to the classier side of the criminal realm.They traveled far enough down the street until they reached a series of warehouses, several of which had the eerie look of being abandoned.Keira, the blonde passanger, could feel her discomfort rising. She sucked a breath as they stopped outside a slate grey building with aged paneling. A single faded blue metal door stuck in front of it rusted at the hinges and some part of its edges.For his part, Nate looked entirely at ease. He seemed unconcerned, even whistling himself and tapping out a
To put it simply, Mr. Bones sounded precisely like the kind of name Keira didn’t want to tangle with.She was pretty knowledgeable that mobsters usually stick to a nickname based on their usual torture specialty or killing method. Some article she found on wiki – oh, the horror – said so.The thought that Mr. Bones would easily break her bones was enough to send a shiver running down her body. As there was no way that the mysterious person they were meeting used the name Bones for his love of a crime procedural comedy-drama TV series titled ‘Bones’, right?Much less because the person Nate wanted to meet had such fascination with that 2001 slapstick comedy film made and set in South Africa. That would be far too ridiculous to think.Despite her worries, Nate swung himself to full height, giving her a ‘ladies first’ gesture.She gave him a skeptical look and pushed him forward instead, quietly demanding that he fulfill his promise about being her handsome and loveable shield. Although,
Keira's face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. Nate must have told him about her. She shot him a glare, which he shrugged off innocently.She finally asked, "And who might you be?""I'm sorry, where is my manner?" Still holding out a hand, the man with slicked-back hair and candy cigarette hanging between his lips chuckled lightly. "Giovanni Montana, but people like to call me Mr. Bones.""Uhm… likewise?" Keira tentatively shook hands with him, hoping he wouldn't accidentally crush the bones in her hand, and quickly withdrew from him."Oh, no, please don't be mistaken. There's no need to be afraid of me, I don't hit women. They called me Bones not because I like to break bones, as you might have thought, but more about my, ugh… how do I say it, frequent rigid state of the certain organ on my lower half."Realization kicked in. Keira's eyes bulged out in shocking disbelief. That was truly unexpected. And horrifying if she thought about it again. She'd never have guessed
Inside was a rebellious edition of a corporate office, Keira concluded.Of course, it had posters of Playboy bunnies. Colorful glass with three bullet holes depicting an angel from the sky, who knows where a partially illegal businessman like Mr. Bones got it. Two golden horse sculptures on the table. As well as a blue pumpkin with a big hole on top – probably to empty the seed before he carves it."It's not even August," Nate muttered, a little too loud if his first intention was not to be heard by the building's owner. Although, the shabby businessman didn't give even a single reaction.Keira shifted from one foot to the other. Uneasy in this strange place and unusual situation. She lingered near the door, leaning against the wall as she wished this transaction would go faster.'Transaction,' she repeated in her head, trying to stifle her chuckle at her own choice of words.Hearing her, Nate looked over his shoulder; a raised eyebrow easily conveyed his silent question.Mr. Bones al
Invasion Day 20Eston, Middlesbrough, UKIt was unbelievable how Rhea spent her afternoon.Walking down the road, yeah, she had done that before. Repeatedly. It was nothing new in her life. Living in a little town like Lithgows made walking around to reach somewhere an everyday thing. Moreover, when she was a high school student.There was a big river just on the outskirt of her village, and her school was on the other side. To get there, she could either ride on a bus and spend a half-hour waiting at the bus stop if she was unlucky and another half-hour for the ride. Or she could walk on foot and cross the river through an old, narrow, wooden bridge. As it directly crossed the river, she only needed a forthy minutes to walk to school. Moreover, it was free, so Rhea often found herself walking to school. Except when she was exhausted.So, a four to five hours walk to town, well, that was not that much difference. It was like when Rhea walked to school. She just needed to repeat that s
Rhea's blue eyes widened in terror as she hastily scooted away from the bearded driver. Her eyes darted around to spot another speck of blood on the dashboard and a folded knife just between them. "Please stop the car," she whispered in horror."I was joking," Jo smiled, but his furrowed brows made him look suspicious.The sirene behind continued to shriek, followed by a booming distorted voice from the police car's speaker, "Please stop the car."Instead of stopping the car like the police ordered, Jo slammed his foot on the gas pedal.Rhea shrieked, and she was thrust backwards in her seat as the car shot forward. She was terrified beyond belief. "Oh, God! Please stop the car!" Jo ignored her, but his eyes darted from the empty road to the rearview mirror. The police car behind them accelerated in turn, tailing them. Then, right ahead, there was a slower heavy boxed car. Jo made a diving turn and swiftly passed it, making Rhea bump her head to the side glass. Then, finally, there w
Standing in front of two police officers of Livingard, Rhea's mind brought back some bitter memories she did not want.From her previous experience, the police here was not entirely defending justice. First, she had to get her hope crushed because the border police officers were in cohort with the people who bought her from her uncle and aunt. Second, she had to find it in a hard way and make herself a fool in the process, nonetheless. The second time, she found out that the very boss who led the entire human trafficking ring she was forced into was a high-ranking officer in law enforcement.So, finding herself yet again in front of two police officers, Rhea did not know what to expect anymore."I'm screwed…" Jo sighed in defeat, which prompted the proud police officer in front of Rhea to chuckle darkly."Get the fines," he said to his fellow officer, and five seconds later, he was handed some piece of paper. "It's a pleasure to finally hand it to you.""Screw you.""And your driver's
It was the first time Rhea saw a wolf in real life.The wolf looked like how a wolf would in a book or movie. Nothing special, unlike the jet-black wild wolf she saw in a show. Or the majestic white wolf in legends. The animal in front of her looked just like the usual wolf. Short, triangular ears. Broad snout. A long tail. Looking slender yet seems powerful in its built. Its back was grey, so was its upper head. While the rest of its fur was light brown, and the underside was white.Rhea could not believe it."Should we continue?" Jo asked, stepping slowly on the gas pedal.As Jo drove the car past the watchful gaze of the wolf, Rhea felt a shudder run through her body. Either it was a creepy coincidence, or Lucian somehow controlled the wolf to appear there and failed Rhea's escape. Which sounded impossible. Both of them.It was some minutes later that Jo stopped the car. They were near the first building in the outskirt of Stradfield's little town. "Are you sure you want to get off