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She was thinking of the trauma the old man must have endured. “Might I ask who was the man responsible for Martin's wife's death?” I asked and the nurse's smile vanished. Her finger tapped on the cup. She stared at the contents in it and when she raised her head, she moved her lips. “I shouldn't do this, but since you have already witnessed a few madnesses here, then you've earned it. He's known as the demon boss of the underworld. He rules both the mafia settlements, some gangs, and controls the police. To me, I'll say he's the devil. The locals call him Drako, but his real name is Raymond Grey.”

Behind him, Elara’s fingers hovered over the EMP-shielded terminal, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For a terrifying moment, nothing emerged from the shadows. Then, a low, mechanical whirring broke the silence. From the darkness rolled a Genesis Island automated sentry drone, its optical sensor glowing a hostile, corrupted purple instead of its standard operational blue. It wasn't patrolling; it was hunting. The drone’s twin micro-machine guns locked instantly onto Dante’s thermal signature. Dante didn't hesitate. He fired twice in rapid succession. The heavy .45 caliber hollow-points shattered the drone's optical array and pierced its battery housing. It sparked viole

I’ve killed someone too and I’m not above doing it again. “What’s his name? I can take care of myself, William. What. Is. His. Name?” “Drako. Drako Torrance. First man in Manhattan to become CEO at the age of eighteen. Vicious, ruthless, rumored to have ties with the mafia. The guy works alone and it’s hard to get an audience with him. He hates the Winchesters too, no idea why. All I know is, he works alone and he’s the last person you should work with.”

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven was ours.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.

She once tried to confide in her best friend and sibling Binta, but the 5th generation children were constantly under watch and even if she did succeeded in disclosing her dreams to her, she doubted Binta would know what to do about it. They were simply known as the 5th generation children or Meta-human prototypes, Omo Abami, and other numerous names given to them by the different staffs of Darwin Regeneration and Evolutionary Genetics alias D.R.E.G.S Labs. With another groan, she forced her body out of bed to wash.

“I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.” I paused mid-keystroke to stare at her. “I can’t believe you just said something that actually sounded reasonable.” “Hey!!” Tyla protested. Quin snorted. “Alright,” I said, turning back to the screen. “We’ll call that one the Hallucination Dart Gun.” Tyla shook her head. “No, no, no—it needs a cheesier name.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” She grinned. “Dream Blaster 3000.”

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”

Lirah said slowly. “She’s from the Furies Pack,” I murmured. “Destroyed by Draco, but what if someone else from her pack survived? Maybe a distant cousin, some exiled beta or alpha, a rogue. Someone we can say wants revenge like she does.” Nika’s eyes lit up. “We make up a fake name, a figure and we say she’s been communicating with them through coded messages like letters.” “Leave a few of the letters somewhere hidden in Draco’s room,” Lirah said. “Just so he can stumble on it.”

“My associates and I would like to know precisely how you feel we can help you.” Jo nodded. “We appreciate your time as well. Essentially, we are looking for any information you may be able to provide or search out for us regarding the location of the Red Queen, as she is currently being called. She’s also been known as Asteria and Holland in former iterations.” There were several glances and nods exchanged between the Vampires. No one looked particularly happy to hear the name. Jo had to imagine Lucas had already told them that much. “We also want to know how to stop the production of scandium bullets. Currently, we believe all of these X’s are scandium mines, and that Holland’s Vampires ar