Cmdr. Cameron Dennis Novels & Stories

He cannot move his bare fingers. [Hello hot streamer] [Hello, please notice me] [What is your information about Bussage International School?] Sam blinks twice as his hands are typing right now. [Hello, how may I help you?] His introvert side is now kicking in as the CEO is observing him. He is amazed by how the viewers of him are now growing. Cameron sips some coffee on his mug and watching his streamer on an anonymous account. He is typing his message. [Please tell us about yourself.]

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

Don chuckled. "No no. That's not what I meant." I chuckled at him. "I meant what's your position?" I asked him. "Third in command." He stated proudly. "You're really young." I commented. He tried to discreet and flexed his muscles. I giggled and shook my head. "Anyways, where is Alpha Aaron?" Felix asked him. "He's somewhere in the pack house. Why?" He replied. "Does he know we've arrived?" "Yes, I've informed him. He said he'll let you two settle in and then asked me if I could bring you guys down after." He replied.

Meanwhile, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked toward the police car driving toward them. He could sense a master’s presence! The car stopped, and a middle-aged man about 40 years old dressed in a black casual outfit got out of the car. The middle-aged man asked, “You’re Kayson Yarde, right?” Kayson nodded. “I am.” The middle-aged man smiled. “I’m the vice-captain of Admiralporium’s second division, Sergio Ginn.” Kayson did not attempt to pick a fight after noticing how he was rather polite. He asked, “Are you here because of Connor’s incident?”

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Damon: The office lights dimmed as I shut down the final report on Caleb. “I refuse to believe that he is going to be a traitor. There is something wrong about this. There is something that we do not know.” My eyes burned from the hours spent reviewing files, hunting leads that led to dead ends, and trying to piece together what the hell happened to a man who had never once strayed without reason. Ethan and Carter stood quietly nearby, their energy heavy with the same exhaustion I carried.

He had done nothing to make her want to stay but he needed her to. He would make things right. Alex's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Damien ? We have a bit of a situation here." "What?" Damien answered tightly. "Ah...the Beta is here." Damien frowned. "Whose Beta?" "Williams." "Handle him. I'm occupied," Damien said and nearly cut off the connection but Alex got in quickly, "He demands that we let him in and...just get over here, Damien ." Alex cut off the connection and Damien scowled, shoulders curving in. He was exhausted. Couldn't he take a break? Have some peace and quiet? Apparently not. He growled and rose to his feet.

“He didn’t survive.” The world tilted beneath me. “No…” I whispered. “Not Cal.” I hadn't gotten the chance to know him that well but he didn’t deserve that. None of them did. Abel ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. “Whoever this Dennis guy is, he’s not just clever, he’s ruthless. If he really wants Damon dead, then we can’t underestimate him for a second.” We walked in silence for a while, the crunch of gravel under our boots the only sound. It all felt like pieces of a puzzle that only made the picture blurrier.

(Sergeant Cammy) Finally, after a long-awaited time, the communication line on her personal desk has rung and the caller was none other than the president of Aeternum himself. "[Afternoon Sergeant Cammy… I have a new order to give…and it a top priority..Condition Red..]". (President Mies) "Condition Red…Understood Sir…". (Sergeant Cammy)

The back up from Dorm 80 has been reach the battlefield, Samuel commands this operation with Cornelio and Choppers for main force. “Show me what you got, Dorm 80. Don’t make me regret this.” Said the commander. “Thank you, we’ll do our best.” Said Samuel. “Someone is enjoying it.” Said Cornelio. “You hear that, now we got permission to join the battle.” Said Samuel. “Hmph, seem you know how to tease him off.” Said Cornelio.