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
Bruce sprang into action as soon as he received Arturo's distress call. Without wasting a moment, he briskly made his way to the bathroom, preparing for the task at hand. The cold water cascaded over his body, sharpening his senses and focusing his mind. As he took his bath, a sense of urgency dawned upon him and he hurried through the early morning cultures. With renewed vigour, he stepped out and approached his wardrobe, carefully selecting a pair of pants and a comfortable T-shirt. To complete his ensemble, he reached for the iconic trademark jacket and slipped it on.As Bruce made his way outside, he found Arturo anxiously waiting in the hallway. Arturo's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and despair, his firsthand experience of the outposts' destruction evident. Arturo had been a loyal henchman in the Mane District, but this sudden and devastating attack had shaken him to his core. Bruce acknowledged his distress with a solemn nod, silently understanding the gravity of the si
"Attack!" Bruce ordered. "Attack!" Host ordered too.The air crackled with tension as chaos erupted in the Mane District. Gunshots echoed through the narrow streets, intertwining with the shouts and screams of combatants who fell to the floor and winced on the verge of death. In the brief lull that followed, the forces of the Mane District swiftly manoeuvred into position, familiar with the intricate pathways surrounding the mansion. They took cover behind sturdy barricades, bulletproof cars as they know them and unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets upon their adversaries, while the Yaaz hustle struggled to find adequate shelter amidst the chaos.Bruce and Arturo, perched atop the mansion, rained down fire upon the attackers. Arturo briefly departed, disappearing into the confines of Bruce's room, only to return moments later with a sniper rifle in hand. Passing the weapon to Bruce, they locked eyes, their determination unwavering. Memories of the rifle were that it had taken o