Blue Lantern Barry Allen の小説・ストーリー

Ten minutes later, the blue and red lights of the Boston Police Department flashed through the foggy windows of The Rusty Anchor. Two officers walked in, took the digital recorder from Betty, untaped Brad from the chair, and threw him into handcuffs. As they dragged him out the front door, the entire bar felt like it finally took a collective breath of fresh air. Sullivan walked over, clapping me hard on the shoulder. "Well, that’s one hell of a pre-game ritual, Glacier. Now that the trash is taken out, you think you’re ready to defend our net tomorrow night?" I looked down at Mila, who was looking up at me with so much love, so much sunshine, that the old, heavy gray clouds of guilt in my c

So anytime we took pictures together, it was with our backs turned or have some or all of my face hidden. While we are sitting and talking about the movie the bartender hands us our drinks when Allie notices a tattoo on the wrist of the bartender. “Hey guys she whispers, did you see his tattoo on his wrist,” I look over at Melanie she shakes her head “No,” I look back at Allie “No, we didn't know what did it look like,” She gets her phone out and looks it up. “Yeah, here it is the skull with a dagger through the head with wings,” She says as she shows us the picture. “Omg I’m going to be sick,” I try to say as I start dry heaving. “We gotta go,” I hurriedly typed a message to the police deta

The goons said. Stacia looked restless, Zoey panicked but before they could do anything, a sporadic shootout started, stray bullets flying everywhere, followed by police sirens. Allen laid at a corner with Alora, she was still tied to the chair. He just wanted them to avoid the bullets before untying her. Blade entered with his men, the police sirens were still on but they haven't gotten there yet. Stacia held a gun with Zoey behind her, Barry was down, looks like he got hit by a stray bullet.

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

"Allen is my trusted man. He has been exceptionally useful to me, and I refuse to let his talents go to waste. Do you have any idea who is currently hunting him down? The most notorious investigator in the Philippines! What happens if he gets caught and cracks under pressure? It pulls all of us down with him! Do you ever think of that? How long do you expect me to keep cleaning up your pathetic messes, Laureen? How many people have already died because of your psychotic obsession with that Samaniego man, and yet you keep pushing your luck! If I lose my patience with you, I will personally kill that man myself just to end this little delusion of yours!" He violently shoved her away. Laureen s

Allen opened several other surveillance cameras there was only the back of the other person, he was wearing a mask, dark glasses covered his face, and his face was completely invisible. Allen guessed that this person had a large physique. This man is not only arrogant, he is also very familiar with the police department's surveillance equipment. Are there spies in the police department? Allen was angry, but Bertha laughed. This man was very similar to the one she met last night in the hallway of the Color Bar.

Amara’s heart slammed into her ribs. “Stay here,” Dominic ordered, moving like a shadow. Jack opened the door moments later. “Sir,” Jack said, grim, “we have a problem.” Dominic stiffened. “What is it?” Jack handed him a tablet. Amara leaned in — and her breath froze. On the screen was live footage of Caleb’s motel parking lot. Then— A car pulling in. Its lights cut. A figure stepping out. Tall. Controlled. Menacing. Lucas Barren.

No one paid any attention to Conner. From his new vantage point, he had a better look at the preparations for the next bit to be filmed. He recognized the tall, athletic figure of Bart Braverman, a.k.a. Detective John Hustle, huddled together with a much shorter, gray-haired man. Braverman was a good-looking guy in his late twenties, with long, neatly shaggy golden hair that hung over the collar of his dark brown blazer, which he wore over a light T-shirt, sort of retro Miami Vice look. No one on either side of the law would ever mistake Braverman for a cop, and Conner was reminded of Alexa Cline’s comment about his own appearance. He smiled to himself—maybe he should go into acting.

It was the reason why he was the brain behind their invading warehouses of corrupt mafia dons to have a share of whatever they got illegally. Allan was the brain behind everything and with his hacking abilities, they couldn’t be traced. He was also a genius at improvising their exits, leaving no traces behind them. Who knew that Allan would be willing to give it all up for a woman? “Allan, what has gotten into you?” Darel asked from shock. Allan was getting worked up. “Can’t you see that I want to make things right? I want Cassandra Blade,” he said furiously. Darel shook his head. It seemed to him that all hope was lost.

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up, and continue treating my son! Useless frauds!” Despite their resentment, Adrian and the other doctors had no choice but to obey the demands of the Zenith Corporation. Kiran's eyes fell on Barry's face. His complexion should have been pale after he had lost so much blood, but it was now ruddy and full of life. Kiran smirked to himself. Barry was experiencing terminal lucidity, which meant he was nearing his death. Eyeing the Healing Elder, he thought, ‘This old fart’s not just greedy, but cruel too.’