I had been afraid only once in my life, but that was exceedingly a long time ago. Unfortunately, my fear was born from it.The fear of fangs.I called it fangtophobia.Weird, I know.Scientifically speaking, that fear didn't exist. Or to be more accurate, that nomenclature didn't exist. But my fear of fangs though, for me, breathed and lived inside my entire being. Inside my blood, my nerve endings and synapses. It had haunted me always, day and night. It gave me no rest.I got a breather from it when I started my training in the U.S. Marine Corps, where my father—now a re

RaynaYes, a wheelchair and no, I am not kidding.Uncle James was right when he said Mr. Axel Windstorm, CEO of the Windstorm Conglomerate, was different.I blamed it all to myself for no

RaynaAgainst my better judgment, memories of the time I first met Mr. Windstorm flashed before me. It would have been better to entertain those memories while alone, but the way he looked at me with those magnetic eyes now, it awakened the same feeling I felt and projected the same visions I saw this morning.The feeling and the vision I both painfully suppressed for the remainder of our helicopter ride...Uncle James, through a text message, sent me instructions about my assignment after I left his office.'Tomorrow afternoon, go to Joint Base Andrews. You will be briefed there. Your flight to Bolivia will be at 0300 hours the day after. Bring light clothes as it will just be a three-day stay. Once you arrive at El Alto International Airport, look for Jorge Flores. He prefers to be called George, by the way. He will be the one driving the helicopter to Hextrion. After you find him, you will meet with Mr. Axel Windstorm in a private

 RaynaThe tour was lengthy. Colonel Garrison brought us to almost all rooms of the facility except to those parts where Mr. Windstorm’s wheelchair acted as a hindrance. By the time we finished, it was already past 1300 hours. We took our late lunch anyway with the colonel in Hextrion’s employee cafeteria, but in a VIP room away from the rest of the soldiers.We

Rayna I wasn't really sure what happened, but I saw splinters of wood, pieces of furniture flying everywhere, a thick white smoke and what looked like a burst of...fire? I was certain it was fire.