Novel & Cerita Transformers Smokescreen Prime

While Party Freedom held a private meeting of their own, Zen returned to the group call with great news. “I found it!” Sasha grinned. “What should we do now? Attack them? They look like little raptors.” Checking the party quest log, Zen told Sasha and Akiko to return first while they turned in the quest. “I want to see if the Shady Merchant would give each individual five smokescreen grenades as a reward or five smokescreen grenades to the party as a whole for the reward.”

"NOW!!" We jumped out of the way as Jacob dropped the two large smoke bombs to the ground floor. Immediately, thick white fumes filled up the air, temporarily blinding the wolf vision of the army of werewolves. I knew it would affect them more because they were transformed fully and I was grateful things were going according to plan.

"Yes, sir." Adrian quickly made sure he had his dagger on him and was about to leave when Gloria grabbed him and said, "You do know that the smoke might belong to our enemies, don't you? They might be trying to lure us there." Alan said, "You're thinking too much, Gloria. That smoke coming from behind us belongs to Battle Warrior Lucas, while that one over there belongs to our enemies." He pointed to the distance as he spoke, where more and more smoke could be seen everywhere after the first one rose.

Oberon choked out, his voice distorting into a chorus of scratching whispers. Suddenly, a blinding explosion of pitch-black, corrosive smoke erupted directly from Oberon’s chest. The dark fae miasma shot outward like an oily tidal wave, hissing violently as it hit the air. Kazan roared in frustration as the acid smoke burned his eyes and seared his forearms, forcing even the mighty Alpha to take a half-step back and shield his face. Sam coughed violently at the threshold of the bunker, raising his arms to block the dense, blinding shadows that completely swallowed the hallway.

But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again. I looked down at the screen. The single Sun-Hound hadn't retreated to run away. He had retreated to call in the cavalry. On the horizon behind us, emerging from the tree line of the glowing jungle, wasn't another squad of hover-bikes. It was a Prime Forge. It looked like a crawling city block. A colossal, treaded walking factory, belching black smoke into the pristine air, its massive cannons rotating to lock onto our coordinates. "Prez," Tank said slowly, bringing his trike to a halt. "We're gonna need a bigger gun."

Alpha Draxler, observing the unfolding scene with a predatory gaze, exuded an air of unwavering confidence. "Don't die trying to keep up with me," he sneered, his words a taunt that echoed through the charged atmosphere. In that crucial moment, Jake seized the opportunity to alter the course of the confrontation. With a swift motion, he threw the smoke bomb onto the floor. The metallic canister erupted in a hiss of smoke, creating a temporary shroud that veiled our movements from Draxler's keen eyes.

Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all. Turning at the corner where Damian and Excami were placed according to the plan, she saw that there was indeed a small string of smoke coming from a box that was cleverly hidden— it was camouflaged in the wall, having the same colour as the wall. “Albert, come here for a second.” Hestia called out. It took a few seconds before she heard a couple of footsteps coming towards her.

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

"You're right. I was nothing but a smokescreen—a scapegoat, if you will." My voice sent shivers down his stiffened spine. "However, it was never to shield you. Rather, I was the perfect smokescreen to shield the Carozza Famiglia from all legal risks in their takeover of the Zappa Famiglia." Anna stopped struggling on the ground as her voice shook in disbelief. "That's… That's impossible…" I stood up and looked at them again. "The game was already over from the moment you both decided to take advantage of me."

“Doesn’t matter. You can beat me up all you want—even kill me. That video is still going out. You’re just wasting your time.” Zeke let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t listen, do you?” He tossed Francis’s phone to Smoke, who caught it effortlessly. “This is Smoke, by the way. One of the best private investigators out there. And he’s ‘a bit’ of a hacker. He's going to permanently wipe the video from your phone as well as any other device you have transferred it to.” Francis's eyes narrowed. “That's not possible.” Smoke raised an eyebrow at him. “And I love proving idiots like you wrong,” he muttered, moving to the bed where he set his laptop down, connecting the phone to it wi