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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
°°° 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
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
°°° Breaking the Rules°°° • Lower-class condos • -Lower Nine- In the quarters tagged "Lower Nine," the present participant with the Lower Nine ranking, Sean Walker, sat in the bedroom turned living room, watching a series of videos of combat techniques for his fighting style, Muay Thai. Carlos had been making him do this even before he arrived in Pittsburgh. His phone was filled with almost every document, app, and video they could find on Muay Thai. This was Sean’s best fighting style, and Carlos was beating it into perfection. Carlos’s strategy was simple. Don’t fight to win; fight to survive. Although this had cost Sean a number of bruises and a swollen eye, it was actually effective. By watching these videos, Sean was able to understand how to finish off his opponents. He would keep on the defense, with all the ending techniques replaying in his mind. After watching them over and over again, he could remember the criteria for most of those techniques to be pull
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
°°° 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
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN
°°° Surprise Gone Wrong °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • -Colonel William’s Residence- Sitting at the dining table for lunch, Karen seemed a bit distracted, lost in her thoughts. She could see what was going on in front of her, but she was hardly conscious of it. "You know, you shouldn’t think too much, Karen." "It'll get you looking like me at thirty," Kelly tapped Karen out of her thoughts and said with a chuckle. "Me? "I'm not thinking," Karen shrugged as her mind tried to adjust itself. "Mmm hmm, I believe you," Kelly chuckled and walked to the kitchen. "When did you learn sarcasm?" Karen chuckled as she carried her plate of potato fries and egg sauce to the kitchen. She had barely touched a third of it. "I have always been sarcastic," Kelly laughed. "I just chose not to really use it on you." "Because you loved me?" Karen feigned a puppy face. "Loved you? "You weren’t old enough, in my books, to be receiving sarcastic replies." "And now I am?"
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
°°° 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
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
°°° Bull's Bane °°° Edwin roared and charged at the immobile and wheezing Sean, then threw himself at the lad to spear him into unconsciousness. "It seems the match is over," Dave said with a disappointed tone as Edwin made the charge. "Uh... don’t be so sure about that just yet!" Nelson, the commentator in the middle said with a surprised chuckle as the whole crowd gasped and erupted into a loud uproar. "What? What happened?" Dave raised his head in confusion. "Let’s see playback," Jemma said in haste. She was enjoying the look of disappointment on her colleague’s face when the upheaval of cheers began, so she also didn’t see what had happened. Viewing the scene in slow motion, as Edwin shot forward and was in midair, unable to stop, pause, or do anything to save himself, the practically unconscious Sean suddenly raised his right leg, pulled it back, and pumped it forward, slamming his feet into the flying bull’s face. The slowed motion showed the flailing motion of t
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY
°°° Trust °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • -Colonel William’s Residence- Before Sean left on Sunday, he had met with the Colonel, and they’d had a little chat about the future. Sean had further explained what Karen had already told her granddad. With his mother’s situation, it was a fact that his future was in his hands. He had very few options, and all of them seemed to require him to be a working man. He didn’t like the idea of dropping out of school, nor did he like the idea of leaving school for an entire session to find something to do, make, and save enough money to take care of his mother and his fees for the next few years of his life. His father, of course, had left enough to take care of his education even through college, but it was all inaccessible till he turned eighteen, plus, three-thirds of it had already been booked. Although the Crest Care hospital management had collectively decided to slash off 45 percent of the bills as a bribe
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
°°° Ironies °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • The Uber that the Colonel with a patch of gray hair above his right brow had ordered drove to a stop in front of the white painted building that belonged to the Orange Wing of the White Cross. Alighting the vehicle, Colonel William looked at the building for a while, then he tsked, shook his head, and walked past it. Two houses down the street, he walked up to the porch and knocked softly. After a couple seconds, the door opened without noise. And behind the door was a lady. Looking to be in her early fifties, the lady had a beautiful and welcoming smile, shoulder-length black hair, and a patch of gray hairs above her right brow, just like Colonel Williams’s. Her eyes were so blue, they looked black. Although the wrinkles showed her age, her quite chubby cheeks held steady. "Good morning, Colonel John," she said, greeting him and gesturing for him to step in. "Colonel Jennifer," he replied with a smile and, without stand
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