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Finally, everyone gets their diplomas and sits and now, it’s the moment we’ve all waited for. “For those of you who don’t know,” Alpha Michael begins, gesturing on either side of the stage, “these are the current members of the our elite squads, Alpha Squad,” he says and Raptor and his team step forward, nod and step back. “Beta Squad,” he says and Javelin and her team step forward and nod, before stepping back. “And finally, our Gamma Squad or what we affectionately call our C-Squad.” Saber and her team step forward, nod, and return to their positions. “This year, one of our cadets who was in the running for one of the few open positions on our elite squads found her mate and became a Luna

Jared's gaze dimmed a little. The world's most powerful mercenary organization, the Squadron. They were both righteous and evil, delving into both sides of the scale. Anything that a normal organization could not complete, they would be the ones sought after. Plus, this group did not even have a base and was hidden among the populace. They were just simply too mysterious. 'But I never have any involvement with Squadron before. Why are they investigating me? Could it be...' A flash of light appeared in Jared's eyes, yet he was not totally convinced.

"Five months ago, I was in St. Petersburg when I spotted a man attacking a woman. I drew my weapon. Told him to release her and back away. When he let go, she collapsed in the snow. I fired my weapon, but it didn't faze him. Then this chill came over my mind, and I heard a voice telling me to forget. And then he vanished. I checked the woman. She was dead with two punctures on her neck." Karl shrugged. "They've probably been spotted many times over the centuries, but they always used mind control to keep humans from remembering what they'd seen. In my case, it didn't work." "You can resist mind control." "Yes. We all can. That's why my team is so small. There's only a handful of people in th

“Zev! I was just thinking about you.” “I knew it,” he drawled, voice warm through the speakers. “Could practically feel your psychic love beam from miles away.” Ashara laughed, tension loosening in her shoulders. “Psychic love beam? That’s a new one.” She checked the rearview mirror; the black SUV behind her held position. “You settled into classes okay?” “Yeah, but halls feel kind of empty without you.” His tone softened. “Big first-day nerves?” “A little. Mostly because Dad’s got the Wolf Squad tailing me.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Two enormous dudes with earpieces—total secret-agent vibes.”

He was confident he could negotiate a deal related to this aquarium for maximum benefit. Fah, a psychologist with a gentle face, was meditating in a quiet room. Since childhood, Fah had a special ability to sense and perceive things others couldn't. She felt the supernatural around her and sometimes sensed the feelings and thoughts of others. When she heard the news about the aquarium and what had happened there, Fah began to feel a strange, abnormal mystical power—a heavy, chaotic energy, as if something was being held captive and waiting to be released. Receiving this invitation only reinforced her feelings. Fah believed this aquarium was connected to psychic powers she couldn't explain, a

An ice tornado swept through the Caucasus Mountains. Three members of the Phantom Squad - the World Government's most elite stealth assassination unit - lay stiffly lying behind a chunk of glacier. Their synchronized artificial heartbeats are hidden by advanced military-grade thermal camouflage cloaks. "Target one, Alpha King, has disappeared from the visual range of satellite monitoring, Captain," whispered Ghost-2 through the signal-disabling micro-radio channel behind his battle helmet.

Don't say it. "Four members," Regis says, his smile turning sharp and mocking. "Jakob brings the front-line physical weight. Uriel brings high-tier Lycan suppression. I bring my ravishing self. And Leah keeps us from walking into obvious traps." He turns to look at Jakob, then at Uriel. "A four-man S-Class squad. The bear, the ghost, the hot man, and the brain." I can't move. I can't speak. My mind is a void. The words hang in the cold air between us like heavy iron chains, settling over my shoulders with a weight so crushing I feel like I am sinking straight into the synthetic turf.

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

The lead instructor was Tahn, the team leader of the Fox Hunt squad, a Sixth-tier martial artist with a focus on Qi manipulation and proficient in mid-range combat. The other three members were: Jace, a Fifth-tier energy manipulator, skilled in control and healing. Rosen, a Fifth-tier physical enhancer, adept at close combat with a tough, resilient body. Bette, a Fourth-tier mechanical esper and gunsmith, specializing in long-range sniping, reconnaissance, precision demolition, and information warfare. He was also responsible for vehicle maintenance and weapons upkeep for the squad. The four instructors, each with distinct roles, formed an elite unit, a testament to the city government's com

Their elite shock troops were reduced to a writhing, incapacitated mob in seconds. Amidst the chaos, Jack found a chilling connection. The specific energy signature of the psychic dampeners, the way they interacted with lycanthrope neurology, was eerily similar to fragments of data he had seen in his parents' last, cryptic message. It mentioned a rogue military project, codenamed 'Cerberus,' designed to control and weaponize supernatural beings. The Iron Claw weren't just using Council technology; they were using a perverted, weaponized version of his own family's research.