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Black as midnight. A phantom.

"The Black Battalion has the thermals. The Lucchesis have nothing but flashlights and fear." Luciano pulled me up, his grip firm and possessive on my waist. He didn't lead me back to the stairs. He led me to the wide glass window overlooking the terminal. Below us, tiny pinpricks of light—Lucchesi flashlights—were darting around the maze of shipping containers like panicked fireflies in a jar. And then, the shadows began to move. Silently, the Black Battalion emerged from the fog, their infrared lasers painting invisible red dots on the chests of the men who thought they owned the night. There was no shouting. No negotiation. Just the rhythmic, suppressed thwip-thwip of professional executio

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

“It’ll be fun.” We moved toward a large table near the center of the room. Seven chairs were already set up, the surface cleared. Zaden took the lead with all the flair of someone used to being the center of attention. “Alright, here’s how it works,” he announced. “We’re playing a game called ‘High Stakes Blackjack.’ It’s like regular Blackjack, but with a twist.” He pulled out a worn deck and began to shuffle. “Each player gets two cards, and we all bet on who can get closest to twenty-one without going over. After the initial deal, each of us can draw one more card or ‘stand.’ If you go over, you lose—and there’s a consequence.”

He even recognised a few of them from evenings at Sarah’s apartment. “Let’s watch the worst looking one,” Lucas suggested happily. “I love it when they are unashamedly bad. A lot of the famous ones have bingo games to go with them.” Flynn was content to go along with that plan. It was a new culture to him. He normally just didn’t enjoy bad content. Lucas took over and selected one film and brought up a game card on his phone. “Whoever spots one first gets to kiss the other,” he said. “I think we will both enjoy it.”

I was cut off in the middle of my words when the people around us demanded of something. “Awesome! We want more. That was beautiful!” they all requested. “Black Thunders, its showtime!” Raid said to our team members and they all nodded at him. They all pointed their joined hands with their index fingers aiming the sky and released a ball of energies in different colors depending on their magic attributes. The sky became colorful and that bewildered everyone in the school quadrangle where the booths are located. But we were all taken aback when Archmaster’s voice reverberated in the whole academy.

Hah! At last I've capture them, now I've secured my poi--- what was that? My vision began to dim, slowly until it was completely gone. I blinked rapidly and I regained my sight back but all I could see now is a radiant black light like those colorful Tinkers but this one is, oh, it's the black tinker, the strong one. I guess I became its victim. I should probably be panicking right now but for some reason I don't feel anxious or scared.

Frustration mounted and he was relieved when the caller finally sat down. “This first game will be a blackout,” the caller announced. “You must cover the entire card. I’ll call the first number. B-10.” The room fell silent. Next to him, Sarah marked her card. He scanned his, too, but didn’t see the number. Christ, there was nothing more boring than bingo. “O-75.”

“Have you ever left someone behind on a job?” His grin faded a hair. “Not when it mattered,” he said. Fair enough. The city lights slid by as we headed downtown, toward the meatpacking district and the kind of club that catered to men who thought the world owed them a stage. Black House. Lucien Black’s fortress. Niko’s chosen battleground. My next door to open. As we turned the final corner and the matte black facade of the building came into view—no sign, just a serpent‑like neon trace above an unmarked door—my phone buzzed again.