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"Something mysterious. Will keep them speculating until we arrive. Haha!" "You're a bad guy." Mel nudged his friend's shoulder. "You speak like you're some saint." Rolandro chuckled as they left the room with the other two guys after telling Zehelina 'Goodnight'. ... The next day. 11:00 am. They arrived at the venue. 4 long banners made of the finest silk were the only banners hung around the venue at a considerable distance apart. Storm Rider's banner had a beige colour with black fringes and their pack's brand which was a wolf's head with a skull in its mouth was vividly drawn on the banner.

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

But Celeste’s grip on his jacket tightened. “Oh no!” Celeste’s pout deepened, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence. “It’s stuck.” Vivi took a step back, already looking for an exit. Her eyes darted toward the hedge lining the side of the garden. A small opening, barely visible beneath the overgrowth, stood just a few feet away. A sign, half-hidden beneath the leaves, read: Hedge Maze Entrance. Knox was still trying to free himself from Celeste’s grip, his expression turning stormy as she “struggled” with the buttons on his jacket. Celeste’s hand lingered far too long on his chest, her smile overly practiced.

S) What T.A.S said is true, the banner although it looks old, the large logo on the banner still visible, it look exactly the same as the marking on my ring, a Large black keep on a hill with a sword and shield on the left and right. “.…Sasu, isn’t that banner look very familiar to you?…”. (Alehandro) Rubbing his beard as he focused hard on the large banner. “...hmm..it looks the like our national flag…wait, I’ve seen this insignia before…”. (Sasu)

'BABY HATCH' Shin immediately snapped out of his reverie when she passed the place labeled 'Baby Hatch'. It is a baby dump box. Although controversial, but the Swiss government has opened Baby Hatch in 2001 in the city of Einsiede. What now made Shin surprised was when she saw an old woman who was sneaking around with a baby, then quickly put the baby into a box labeled 'Baby Hatch'. And the woman immediately ran leaving the baby. Yeah, she dumped the baby!

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new

Tessa confirmed her destination with the taxi driver. Tessa's taxi took her to a place that is quite famous when visiting Osaka. Dotonbori is one of Osaka's most famous tourist destinations, and what makes this place famous is its giant billboards. Such as the runner raising both hands, symbolizing the snack maker Glico, the moving crab statue, and other photogenic billboards. That's why this place is so attractive to young people. Tessa seemed transfixed by every corner of Osaka's beauty. This was her first time out of the country, and she did not regret it at all when Japan became her destination. Because Japan has a lot of beautiful things, it spoils the eyes.

He would raise the stick to the level of his neighbors’ windows and knock on them with the iron hook, producing an ear-piercing noise that no one could possibly sleep through. Ishida hastily brushed his teeth and grabbed his stick. Before he left, he paused and looked fondly at his banner. It was genuinely his own, for it had taken an entire week to design. This banner was a yellow flag with a red hammer on a green mountain with a snow-capped top and a blue river circling its foot. Ishida picked up his banner and his “wake-up stick” and rushed outside. The morning air on the summit of the mountain was not refreshing even though the factories were still asleep.

Mezzanine Office — 23:57 Wolf pried open a dented grey cabinet with a screwdriver masquerading as a crowbar. The lock surrendered like wet paper. Bruno leaned in, whistled low. “Santa Maria.” Rows of laminated cards glinted under the strip light: port gate passes, customs seals, magnetic clips stamped with half a dozen government logos. Beside them, three burner satphones in shrink wrap; a fourth, powered, blinking a lonely green. “Take it,” Wolf said.

I am busy wiping sugar off my lips when something catches my eye. While we move through the crowd, my eyes drift up toward the track fence near the starting line. A massive tarp hangs there, stretched tight across the metal railings. The thing is huge, like it is trying to shout over the noise of the people and the music. The print says VULTRA ENERGY in bold letters with a logo shaped like a lightning bolt swallowing a sun. “Wow. They really wanted everyone on the island to know they exist. That banner probably blocks the sun from reaching the next island.”