The voice of the excited crowd, chanting Cleopatra's name, lingered in the air, as they waved her triumph flag. The officials seeing their reaction wore stunned expressions, as they shifted their eyes from her to her fans, which consisted of her colleagues and those who were from other levels. Mason, wearing a similar expression, didn't want to interrupt their celebration, and gave them a few seconds, before he softly tapped at his microphone, sending a hush through the crowd who finally rested their gaze on him. Complete silence filled the room, making everyone sit on their edge, as they waited for the last name to be called.“That last name on the list today is no other than,” Mason paused, raising his gaze to the crowd filled with anticipation, except for Jacob, who was already on his feet, standing in the shadows of the walkway and waiting for his name to be called. Mason, noticing his figure, wore a mischievous smile. “The name of the last qualifiers is none other than John Steve
A little while later the ceremony came to an end, and students in groups hushed out of the auditorium, discussing the details of the event and the qualified winners, who won the million dollars. Mason trailing the line could have a few little curious eyes staring at him. Within a few minutes, they all exited the hall, making their way to their various Classes.“Mason!” a voice called, and he turned to see Jeremiah running towards him. His face was filled with excitement, making a smile appear on Mason's face. “I can't believe it, man! You're now a prestigious student!” He half yelled, placing his arm across Mason's shoulder.“I guess I am!” Mason replied, pretending to be surprised at the announcement. Though he felt bad lying to his best friend, he couldn't tell Jeremiah the truth, as it would result in him asking more questions, which was the last thing he wanted for now.“Damn, I'm sure that's why Mr. Douglas couldn't make any move against you, since he already knew you were a pres
“What?” Mason's voice reverberated through the room. He quickly placed the phone in his other ear, hoping he wasn't hearing things, as Miranda's words repeated in his head. “Did I hear you say, you have a lead?” Mason asked, hoping she was sure about her statement. The Tag placed on the Suspect was a Ghost, and the system refused to help or provide him any information that could help him catch the suspect, which seemed impossible, and even the Celestial assassin couldn't find anything.Miranda sensing Mason's doubt repeated in the same thrilled tone. “Master, I am very sure about the information. The team has been working on this for days and this time we have a possible lead on our suspect, and the good news is, it is in a familiar location,” she added, making Mason nod, curling his hand into a fist.“Good job, Miranda, send me the location and I will meet you there,” Mason instructed.“Yes, sir, I will do that right now,” she replied immediately before the line was disconnected. Sec
The sun fell beyond the horizon, sending darkness through the busy street of Aleric City. The atmosphere loomed with smoke from the car exhaust, assisted with other mundane activities that completed the night. Light from various buildings and the headlights of cars illuminate the street, casting shadows in different corners. Mason, sitting inside a coffee shop, raises his cup to his mouth and glances from his watch to the activities of the young generation through the transparent walls of the building. The salesgirl standing on her toe constantly shifted her eyes from him to Miranda and her associate, who also mirrored Mason's actions, as they watched the club opposite the shop. “It seems like they are waiting for someone,” the first sales girl whispered to her colleagues. Her attention focuses on the mysterious young man holding a cup of coffee. The intimidating aura surrounding him stung her curiosity and she shifted her eyes back to her friend. “Go ask if he needs anything el
Silent whispers roamed through the group of students, watching Jacob’s anger illuminated by the clublight.“Stupid shoe!” He cursed at his loose shoelace, before standing up from the ground, shifting his eyes from the stain on his clothes to Cleopatra and the other who didn't interfere in the incident.“Damn you Mason!” Jacob growled, walking in the direction of the room which Mason had entered.When he approached the two bouncers standing in front of the door, they stretched out their hands and said. “You ain't allowed in here,” the first bouncer said, with a straight face and a frown crawling into Jacob's face. When he noticed, they were serious about not letting him in. Jacob glanced behind him and noticed: that his colleagues were all watching the scenes.“Are the bouncers restricting Jacob from entering the VIP-Section? I thought he said he knew the owner and basically owned this place.”“If Mason could enter the VIP Lounge, why then is Jacob being restricted?” another voice chim
Mason arrived at the close counter occupied by Miranda and the celestial assassin. They pann their eyes at the bartender who glimpsed across their faces with confusion as he tried to identify who they were. He looked at Mason who glanced from him to Miranda waiting for Mason’s permission. With a nod, she turned to the bartenders whose confusion was now mixed with anger. “What's this? What's going on?!” The man shrieked at the unfriendly presence of Miranda who wore a mischievous smile. Following her superior instructions, Nyx and her colleagues strapped the man to his chair, and he struggled between their grip which pinned him down. “We can play this the easy way or the hard way,” Miranda notified, slurring her last words so he could understand the weight of what to come next. “I am going to ask you a few questions and all you have to do is give me the answer and I promise not to hurt you.” “My answer is no!” The man yelled, not willing to hear what she was about to ask. Miranda
The bartender led the way to the surveillance room, which was located in the interior of the club. The security teams, who had been watching Mason and the Celestial assassin, noticed they all heading toward their direction, and quickly coordinated themselves, waiting for their arrival. After a few minutes, the door opens and Mason and the celestial assassins enter the room filled with monitors, surveilling inside and outside the club environment. The team on duty quickly straightened their position, panning at the figure surrounded by a strong aura of power. They shifted their gaze from Mason to the familiar bartender, who stepped forward and whispered something to their ear. Hearing his information, they quickly jump to their feet, bowing their heads. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir, my name is Bobby and this is my partner, James, we are on call today. How can we be of help?” The man with a fast speech asked. Mason, without responding, nodded at the bartender and he quickl
The heavy, cold breeze blowing through the street didn't seem to concern the men glaring at Mason. They clench their fist to display their irritation at his intervention. Mason on the other hand wore a stern expression, which showed his disapproval of the presence of the strange men.“Why don't you go find a toy to play with and let the adult handle things here,” one of the men, who seemed to be sober enough, stepped forward, holding out a bottle of beer. Mason glanced from his face to three other men, who were barely on their feet, and yet, wore a mischievous grin, lingering their eyes on the lady beside him.Mason, planning to avoid violence, raised his hands. “We don't want any trouble,” he said to the man, then turned to Cleopatra. “Let go,” he muttered, and she nodded without hesitation. They were about to return to the club direction, when the sound of a broken bottle echoed, sending shivers down Cleopatra's body. She quickly tilted her head to the man, pointing the sharp pieces