"Pay attention to this guy," Coach said, pointing out the hooded figure within the tree. Unlike the rest, he was sleeveless with a gold lining and double quivers strapped to his back. He continued climbing, blonde hair peeked underneath his good.
"He is the captain, Lester Hart." Coach said. "A really nice guy, well one of the best snipers of the national junior division"
Coach said "Can you guess what is his rank?"
A member of the long-rangers answered. "Top 3"
Coach said "Correct, Michelle. Do you also know who is the vice-captain?"
She took in a breath, said "Felicia Swift, acting position is support and a sniper with a five rank on the junior division and a black belt in MMA"
"Alright, you can sit"
Lester drew out a metal rod from his thigh, it expanded into a bow, leaned his eye into the eyepiece, he lifted a hand. Felicia teleported by his side. She
Coach eyes shifted from his chatting students to Lester Hart, who sent him a wave which stiffened his face. He lifted himself to his feet and threaded past them. “Coach, where are you going? I want to ask you something?” his back shivered and stopped in his tracks, as the room suddenly quietened. He turned around, said “Draven, can you hold on for a minute? I need to grab myself a drink… a beer, I guess”Draven snickered, said “Sure you can go but there aren’t any stalls that sell beer”“Oh, thanks…” he walked out of the dugout with quick strides, almost knocking the doors of Draven’s suspicion. He tilted his head to Becky. She said, “Are thinking what am I thinking?”Draven tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her closer with a grin. “You mean make out in the washroom?”Becky leaned into him, bit his ear and said in a stern tone. “That would be ho
The knob unturned with a foot peaking from the slit, he held his breath and hunched over his feet on his tiptoes while the cluttery clang against the running water. She rinsed the plates and lined them in the dishwasher underneath the basin. A blurry figure reflected the silverware as she placed it inside, her mouth curved with a snicker. Draven glanced at her back, thought ‘How can I get past her?’She bended below the table. He quietly scampered to the door and swiped the card on the door handle, and it opened. He glanced over his shoulder and, with a grin; he placed a foot outside. A hand grasped his forearm. “Where are you going, mister?” she purred, breathing hot breath on his nape. “Hope you’re seeking something outside which you can get here?”Draven shifted his focus to her with a smirk. “And what do you think I seek?”‘Strip Club’ She playfully mouthed the words, stunning Draven’s s
First light peeped through the tinted windshield and inched along the maple dashboard and touched the soles of feet above the moving steering wheel. The car turned itself to the bend; the light glimmered the bangs underneath his cap. He hunched forward and puffed a breath within his palms, said. “Becky, can you switch on the heater?”Her forehead scrunched she said. “Hmm… but you can easily warm yourself” His cheeks flushed while he said, “I… just don’t want to spoil the seats” Draven thought. ‘I would have if I could control it!’“Fine.” She leaned, pressed a button below the GPS monitor. “So, are we there?” she said while looking through his window.“I don’t know. I have never been here before, but I think we are almost there.” He said, glimpsing a lone seagull flying above. In the moment of silence, he sneaked a glance at her
With a curious gaze, he traced a hand on the blank walls; he muttered. "Wow, it's quite strong,"asit snuffed the fire energy in his fingers. He lifted his finger. Fire swirled to the tip. Under his manipulation, he formed a wind blade into his nails. The moment his finger touched the surface, his eyes widened. "It actually blocked my powers," he continued, trying to dent the wall with all of his ability. Becky turned from her com, said."Draven, are you okay?" whole transfixedonthe wall. He nodded his head. "I hope you haven't gone mad yet" Draven turned around, said "I am not mad!" She said."Then why are you staring at the wall?" Draven exclaimed."Isn't this wall amazing?" Not impressed,Becky replied."Yeah, I know it is lined with an ability blocker. Few elite estates are equipped with them" She stretched her arms back to the floor with a yawn. "I h
The door slid open; synthetic gunshots resounded in the air while the shooters continued firing plasma beams to the target dummies. On the left side, fight bots combated with the trainers, practicing their martial arts. “Oh, it seems I made a mistake” he framed his temples, said. “Never mind, you will eventually meet the team” “They may seem mismatched, but each one is a special subject of Project Unlock” Draven said. “You mean lab rats?” Andrew rolled his eyes at his comment, said. “Yes, if you want to put it crudely” Andrew clapped his hands and shouted. “Guys, can I have your attention. We have guests!” They rested their guns on the table and turned around with a cardboard expression. “Sorry about that. They can be a serious bunch.” Andrew said. “Denova step forward” A woman with a dark complexion stepped forward, blue streaked dreads swatted against her thick rear. Andrew pointed, said. “This is Denova,
"What we aim to do is push the boundaries. Each one of them is an example of Project Unlock" Andrew said while the floor rolled themtothe lab. holographic screens floated in the air, displaying the fights of the group they met before. "And you, my friend, can be a nice addition to our team" Draven smiled."Team?" Andrew said, "Yes, our organization Teroz specializes not just in the scientific aspect but also in night operations. Becky asked. "You mean missions?" "Yes, youwillbe assigned a mission when you join, which will benefit us and our investors" "Though I am looking forward to what will happen to you after Project Unlock once you agree to our terms" "A contract, you say?" Becky raised her eyebrow. "Yes, just to make it legal" He glanced over his shoulder, said "After all, we can't let our enemies know anything about us until we what them to know
While climbing the stairs, Draven asked. “Who is the founder?” Andrew said. “A scientist. A scientist of a great one,” “Do you know who created the super bots?” Within his head. Vernon said. “I don’t think I like this feeling.” Draven’s brows lifted, he asked. “What do you mean?” Vernon screamed, clutching his head. “Ahh, I can’t remember!!” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I feel I am forgetting something,” Vernon responded with a fragile expression for a first time, revealing the fears on his face. “Okay… but just make sure Andrew cannot read my mind,” Draven said. Externally, Draven replied with a smile. “Yeah, I know the Justice Alliance” Andrew paused his steps and turned around. “Do you know exactly who?” Draven shook his head. Andrew loosened posture, said “Professor Albador Viscount, the creator of the next level Artificial Intelligence, phase 3.4 and Artificial Supers,”<
Mr. Viscount leaned into his chair with a jolly smile and joined his fingers on the desk. Draven and Becky sat on the chairs while Andrew stood beside them. Mr. Viscount said. “How was the tour? I hope Andrew didn’t show you everything?”They awkwardly along with him. His eyes focused on Draven, said. “So, what do you think?”Draven scratched the side of his sheepish smile; he took a glance at Becky. She mouthed. ‘Chill!’Draven heaved a breath of air, said. “It impressive, sir”Mr. Viscount said, “Hmm, then can I take it as you joining us?”“Though I would like to know more about you. From you personally,”“My father always said it’s better to hear it from the horse&r