El Teca Señora Acero の小説・ストーリー

It also smelled like the hardware crates that had just been opened. Elena stood at the central monitoring console. She was wearing a wool turtleneck that fit tightly around her shoulders. Her dark hair was pinned up. Her dark eyes were watching the voltage curves on the master diagnostic display. Marcus's engineering units were putting the offline relays into the server racks.

Nicholas smiled at her and replied, "Oh, this is Vienna Alonzo. I believe you heard about her in the news these previous days. She's trending up to now with her company, Vienna Cosmetics." "Oh, yes! I saw you on the television! You are perfectly stunning, dear! By the way, I'm Eloisa Tecson," She said and asked for a shake hand. So, I smiled at her and replied, "It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Tecson. Your blouse looks perfect on you."

"Is the bear ready for his t⁠e‌a now?" "Yes," El⁠e‌na nodded firmly, her dark eyes—an ex‍act mirror of her fathe‌r's—na⁠r‍row‍ing in se‍rious conc‍entrat⁠ion. She lifted a plasti⁠c pink teapot. "M‍ore‌ tea, P‌apa​?" "I w​ould​ be honored," Lorenzo smi⁠led, holding ou‍t h‌is​ ti⁠n‌y cup.‌

She immediately scrambles back toward Bronx, blocking Marco from being able to shoot him again. “Lenora, get out of the way,” Marco says. The strain of trying to fight against the manipulation is making him sweat. “Oh, no you don’t, Tessa look-a-like,” Leticia scolds as she fights against the telekinetic pull. She reaches back and hurls something at Lenora that can only be characterized as a razor sharp sword made of purple light. The sword hits Lenora in the neck and slides down her down her body with a sickening sound. It deeply tears her body from her neck to waist.

But as the black-clad soldiers surrounded her, the handheld device in the server let out a final, melodic chime. [D******D COMPLETE. ARCHITECT EVOLUTION: 105%.] The silver in Elena’s eyes didn't just glow. It exploded.

Elena corrected as she took the glass from his outstretched hands with unspoken gratitude shining in her eyes. “Tamara?” Marco asked in confusion. “Tamara Carabali. That’s my name. Elena Sanchez Windsor is dead and I’m going to make her demons pay,” Tamara replied as a wide smile spread across her lips.

Baraka looked at the other woman with confusion. "Who are you?" She asked Tina Bluntly. "I am Tina, the Lady of the Magic plane. I came here to seek your help" Tina introduced herself. When Tina revealed who she is, Baraka immediately remembered her from the day she healed Max in the Magic Plane. "Please come in" she invited the other woman politely. Eugene refused to come inside. He is not ready to forgive Baraka yet. So Tina went inside alone. "Please sit down, would like to have anything?" Baraka asked politely.

Carla Winehouse My belly felt like a volcano pit about to erupt as I glared down at the dark-haired woman who watched me back with a stony expression on her face. “You are not allowed in my chambers, Carla Winehouse, how many times do I have to say it for it to get through to your thick skull-” Elena spat acidly, her bright grey eyes narrowing dangerously as I fought to keep the shock from showing on my face. My heart started its harsh mechanical grinding in my chest and it was all I could do to keep from leaping at her.

She could see the lines of the highway right through his chest. "Elara..." his voice was a static-laced frequency in her mind. "The exception...it's taking too much memory. The system is redirecting the power from the terminal. If you don't finish the paragraph...the drive will freeze." Behind him out of the shadows of the unwritten horizon a fourth white sedan materialized. It was larger than the others. Its frame was heavy and reinforced. Its grille was shaped like a silver jaw that hummed with the collective terrifying weight of the entire Sterling Tech board of directors.