After Sean realized that he and Jameson were onto supernatural forces of the werewolves and pack, he returned to the hunters' stronghold of hunters to meet his friend, Wilson and tell him how he had been weary from his recent endeavours and also ask for help. As he approached, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Wilson, his trusted friend and hunter. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other. Just a day after Sean picked up the new role and identity and they were eager to catch up."Wilson!" Sean called out, a smile spreading across his face. "It's good to see you again."Wilson turned around, a wide grin matching Sean's. "Sean! You always manage to find your way back to us. How has your journey been?"Sean exhaled deeply, grateful for the opportunity to share his experiences. "It's been quite the adventure, my friend. I've faced numerous challenges and encountered entities that tested my resolve. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."Wilson's eyes shifted towards a
In the esteemed courtroom of Johnson County, Attorney Sean stood firmly at the centre of attention, effortlessly exuding confidence and gravitas. This time around, he was the voice of justice, defending the rights of the common man against the oppressive actions of Mr. Drew Mclin, a wealthy and powerful industrialist accused of exploiting and extorting his workers. The memories of the court case as well as his impart in the past hearings had all returned to him and he could remember all, including the bribe that was offered to him so as to drop the charges against the billionaire.The court was abuzz with anticipation as Sean meticulously laid out the evidence against the billionaire with the utmost precision. With each document presented, he painted a vivid picture of the injustices committed by Mr. Mclin and his empire. Sean's voice boomed through the grand chamber, echoing off the ornately decorated walls."Ladies and gentlemen of the court," Sean declared, "Today we unmask the t
Sean sat at his desk, exhausted yet determined to see through his ordeals which the media had announced for him. He had seen his name in the news headline as the one topping and dealing with the bad guys of the city.He knew he had garnered enemies already among the ones he had death with, also, the other ones with big bad enterprises would surely be on the lookout for him, waiting for him to strike easily strike to take him out of the way.His recent victories in the courtroom had been sweet, bringing about his rise to the top spot and up on the chart, but not only did it benefit him, but it also added to the mounting dangers he would face.He reached for his phone and dialled Wilson's number, hoping his friend could offer some guidance and assistance."Ring, ring, ring..." The phone buzzed on the other end until Wilson finally answered. "Hey Sean, what's going on?" Wilson asked, concern lacing his voice."Wilson, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." Sean's tone was hushed, conveyi
In the park, the course of discourse between the Mahoney brothers, Jameson the billionaire strolled alongside his trusted attorney, Sean, and Wilson, the present best attorney and a seasoned hunter respectively.Wilson also brought allies, allies who were a team of skilled hunters disguised as police officers to guard Jameson and Sean.Little did they know that their peaceful walk would soon be disrupted by the arrival of Will, Jameson's stepbrother.From shadows amidst the trees, Will emerged from the darkness with his pack of werewolves cleverly disguised as ordinary humans.They swiftly surrounded the team of Jameson, Sean, Wilson, and the ten hunters, forming a daunting barrier and folding their arms. "You're right, Sean," Wilson confirmed. "He is right," Wilson said and turned to Jameson as he whispered, "They are werewolves."With an air of tension thickening the atmosphere, Will delivered a stern warning to Jameson, demanding that he relinquish control of the park resort they
Shane Rossacks groaned as he slowly came to consciousness, his head pounding with a relentless ache.He cleaned a stream of blood from his nose and when he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a large, opulent bathroom surrounding him, the silvery fixtures and fittings gleaming in the dim light.As he sat up, he realized he was lying on the cold, marble floor, naked and vulnerable.Shane scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the luxurious bathroom. The walls were adorned with intricate golden patterns, the bathtub was a pristine white with delicate claw feet, and the mirror above the sink was framed with ornate carvings. The fittings were all of the highest quality, clearly imported goods from far-flung lands..“Where is this place?” he asked himself.As he surveyed his surroundings with a mix of confusion and awe, Shane's mind raced with questions. How had he ended up in this lavish bathroom? And more importantly, who was he?He stumbled over to
"I hear a pulse!""What! Impossible!""He's alive!" The voices were audible. "Yes! Not like that boss. Boys, stop the movement, Vito is alive." The voice was distant. As Shawn Rossacks slowly regained consciousness, the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor flooded his ears together with the voices. His body felt heavy as if he were floating in an abyss, disconnected from the world around him. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.He opened his eyes and he saw a team of doctors and nurses running towards him. "He's alive," another masculine voice confirmed. "Check his vitals.""All perfect.""No, this is impossible," the masculine voice, now reckoned to be the doctor exclaimed. "This is magical!"With his eyes closed, Shawn realized that there was no pain whatsoever in his head. He stood still as he was injected, the bearable pain bringing about a twitch. Images from the moments before his apparent death flashed before his closed eyelids. H
"Boss, we thought we lost you!" a man said when he rushed in. He wore a jacket and a chain hung down his neck. "I am not your boss, I am Bruce, Bruce Wayne!" he replied. "Boss, look at me," he said, terror in his eyes. "I am Arturo, Arturo Vof. The ass-kicker, the throat slither.""I don't know you," Bruce maintained. "He must be in shock. But he is one hell of a tough guy…" the doctor was cut short as Arturo choked him by his collar."My boss? A guy? He's a god, the god of the street! Now if you don't want me to show you why I'm the throat slither, shut your gob!" Arturo blurted and knelt beside Bruce's bed. "I understand, boss. With time, you'll be fine." "Me! A god?" Bruce said to himself amidst the argument. "Let's do a final check, please," the doctor said with a plea and Arturo walked out after a nod from Bruce. The nod came as an afterthought.Immediately Arturo was out, Bruce sat up on the bed. "May I have a mirror, please?""Wow," again the doctor exclaimed and gestured
After the call, Bruce dropped his head in fear. Arturo stared at him and for the hundredth time, Bruce wondered what would have been Vito’s response to the things that were showing up before him.As Bruce, they were tough to handle, but for Vito, could they be less tough? Also, Apart from being Vito’s incarnate, he had a lot to conceal and the first was how to prove that he was okay after being shot six times. The next was how to lead the Mane District to war. He lifted his eyes to look at Arturo and he stood there looking back at Bruce. "Boss, anything?" Arturo asked.Bruce knew that Arturo was suspicious. "Leave me be for some time," Bruce managed to say and Arturo nodded before he walked out.Immediately the door was closed, the sounds came again – cranking and beeping, and finally, the voice.SYSTEM: Hello, Bruce. I know you must be confused about what to do in Vito’s body. Your enemy has shone himself to you but there is still more to know. Isn’t it?"Definitely!" Bruce answered