Bomb Exploison

Axelle's side.

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The heterochormic eyes coated in soft contact lenses stared intently at the side of the towering building before him. There were three floors, each one heavily guarded. It was also maze-like with winding paths and some dead ends. For someone who was unfamiliar, they might get lost in that place.

Before entering, Axe had to make sure the guard at the front door was off guard so he could attack from behind. His feet stepped slowly. He craned his head slightly, looking for the most opportune time to cock the soundproof weapon in hand.

Not just yet. The two guards there were still alertly smoking their cigars and puffing the smoke into the air. Axe would wait for one of them to enter, to attack the other. He didn't want to cause a stir on the outside. Attacking one by one was the right choice.

As long as the action hadn't started yet. Axe should have thought his plan through. But all he did was twirl the ring on his ring finger.

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