Abu Bakar Iron Man Novels & Stories

His fists clenched because of the anger he felt he wanted to get rid of but he could do nothing but to follow those goddamn terrorists. When they reach the control room unit one of the terrorist unlocked the handcuffs and he pushes him and gets inside of the room. There is a man standing in the front of the monitor of the control room unit he is a little bit old, his white hair can guess that he was in the midst fifties, he is tall, wearing a black suit and white pants. He lit his cigarette before he faces Sergeant Herrera, the Sergeant knows this man he is the one they are looking for so long ABUBAKAR SALEM ALE the founder and leader of Sans Serif terrorists.

The four other humans that had been standing behind Peter had been trying their best to stay out of the argument. Peter walked over to the first member of the group. A Japanese man with a light skin tone, around 5'11" with short black hair and brown eyes, who was wearing a black gi with the hood pulled down. "This is Sabumaru, we all call him Sabu for short. Sabu this is the brand new recruit that has literally just been reborn, Elijah." 'How long has it been since I was called a new recruit?' Elijah thought extending a hand to Sabu while giving a friendly "Hey." Sabu didn't reciprocate the greeting but did give a quick firm handshake.

They were haggard, their skin pale and sallow from a lack of Sombra-vitamins, their eyes darting with the frantic energy of the "Old Human." In the center of the group stood a man in a bulky, hydraulic exoskeleton. It was a crude piece of machinery, powered by a rack of lead-acid batteries that hummed with a different, more mechanical frequency. This was Cassian Ares, the son of Julianna, the "Iron King" of the tunnels.

the man pointed out blankly, "we have watched you. You hunt, you run, you sleep, you watch. What do you want?" I remained silent partly because I couldn't speak and partly because had nothing to say. "Speak or this will end badly for you," he spoke with an air of authority surrounding him. I quickly deduced that he wasn't just any man. He was their Alpha. Or as they called it, their chief. But he was young, so maybe the son of the chief, the one that would soon take the place of the leader of their tribe. Slowly but purposely, I unfurled my fingers from around the steering wheel. With precise movements, I exited the jeep and took five cautious steps forward until I was face to face with the

He said, and I scoffed. “I have handled darker men. And trust me, they would make that tailor suited stuck-up find himself searching for his manhood if they stood in front of him,” I said, making both men chuckle. “I don’t babysit, Alpha. I protect. If that means getting my hands dirty, then I do it. If that means ending a threat before it reaches your doorstep, I’ll do that too.”

He knew that somewhere, in the sleek, sterile headquarters of 'Six', Professor Manji or his subordinates were watching the live feed. Baraka stepped right up to the camera, his face inches from the lens. His eyes flared with a brilliant, undeniable violet light. "I know what you did in Mbeya," Baraka said, his voice deadly calm, lacking any of the fear that had defined him just days ago. "I know you murdered my family. I know you murdered my city." He reached out and gripped the edges of the security panel. "You thought you were creating a weapon," Baraka whispered directly into the lens. "You were right. But you don't hold the leash. I'm not Patient Zero anymore, Manji. I'm the consequence.

Brand awoke with a startling sense of déjà-vu. He was face down in sand and a large fur boot lay in his field of vision as he blinked. Faen! This time when he tried to push up, however, his arms would not cooperate. Iron manacles were locked around his wrists. Heavy chains rattled behind him as he struggled to turn over. He felt the pinch of the blade and smelled the coppery tang of blood as a rivulet ran down his neck. He froze, panting.

, they all sprung into action with others leaving the room while others got onto their desktops and busy started punching the keys onwith keyboards. Peter remained standing for a while staring and all of a sudden began approaching his boss although he was still hesitant about it. Some part of his conscience told him to just turn around and go back to his workstation. His feet kept pushing forward as he came close to him. Abubakar was busy talking with Pinto, one of the best agent at TMU. He had nighty percent missions completed in his profile. Kill counts were also confirmed to be more than a staggering two hundred. A born killer he was.

Dothschild - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites. 2. Bockefeller - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites., 3. Jodi - a man - a television journalist in the first world especially to discuss and cover the matters of the Battle in the 1st world. 4. Joe - Young Man - Housekeeper Paul who really idolizes Liem. 5. Android 18 - A Male Robot - Super Advanced able to survive in extreme realms - Has no Spiritual Power only has a few weapons from 10 fingers and is able to remove missiles from his mouth with a suicide note.

"Look! Do I look like Iron Man?" He had already eagerly changed into the new set of Iron Man clothes that she had just bought for him. When he saw Kevan standing at the door, Aster's eyes brightened up and his voice grew louder. "Uncle Kevan! Look! I'm Iron Man!" He puffed up with extreme pride. Kevan's face softened considerably, and his eyes had a much more genuine smile to them. "How handsome!" he complimented the child with sincerity. "Just like the real Iron Man!"