Zack From Final Fantasy 7 소설 & 이야기

His knuckles were raw, bleeding onto the ancient, haptic controls. "I’m working on it, Vic! Jesus! This thing hasn't been powered up since the High Humans went into the dirt. Give me a goddamn second!" Zack’s fingers were a blur across a holographic display that kept flickering out, casting a sickly blue light over his sweat-streaked face. "The fuel cells are ancient. I have to manually bypass the ignition sequence. Just... hold your fucking breath."

Alpha Ace's POV It's Zak. The Alpha of Aqua Rune Pack. The one whom my father has entrusted with a lot of the responsibilities and duties of a leader. His presence made him stand out from the rest of the pack. His dark hair, pale complexion, and muscular form only add to the beauty radiating from him. "He's my friend," Zak explained, causing the man to hide behind the tree and shift into a human. The man showed up, and I was right because his face was not familiar to me.

"If I’m going to vaporize, I’m taking this altar and every one of you with me. That’s my version of stabilization." "She’s stalling, Zilo. Can’t you see the way she’s looking at the door? She’s waiting for a rescue that isn't coming," Zack growled, his patience finally snapping. He was the youngest of the Triad enforcers, a man built of lean muscle and twitchy, violent impulses. He didn't have Zilo’s poise or Klaus’s clinical detachment; he only had the hunger. He drew a silver-etched combat knife, the blade humming with a low-frequency psychic dampener. "I’m done listening to this gutter-trash lecture us on morality. If she won't give us the stone, I’ll just take the hand it’s attached to."

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

His head seemed slightly larger than normal, giving him an unintentionally funny appearance. “Yeah, you must be the Big Sister Amelia keeps talking about,” he added with a bright grin. “I’m Zack.” “The future strongest warrior of the Secret Abode.” He puffed out his chest proudly and flexed his muscles. Unfortunately, there seemed to be considerably more flesh than muscle involved. The sight nearly made me laugh. “Don’t mind him.” “He loves bragging,” the young woman from earlier said while shaking her head. “I do not!” Zack protested immediately. “You absolutely do,” several others answered at the same time.

This is the reason Alex had tease me about. Deciding against it, I took my phone and dial a number that I just knew where I will not be disappointed. "Information on the details I am going to send you". I said once the call was picked. "hello to you too Mr boss, you and your demands. Have you checked the time, god King it's 3:48 am" replied Zack groaningly. Zack is the best hacker I have, he does all the hacking for our Mafia works. He is known as Black in the Mafia world. He also works for my company in the IIT department. I know he was reackless but I know his capabilities so I had to.

"Master Zack? Why are you here?" A Corvette brother said to Baby Robbie, "Admiral, it’s no wonder that you don't recognize Master Zack. He’s Doomsday’s Zechariah, our patron saint’s, master. He usually lives on the top of the mountain and is hidden away from the world. We have better chances at winning this with Master Zack on our team." Baby Robbie was beyond grateful and said, "Thank you for helping us." Master Zack said in a gentle and fatherly tone, "Don't thank me, thank your father. It was he who knelt and begged me to fight alongside you."

Terry roared. “Not bad for Silvermoon lapdog,” the man said while cleaning the blood from his broken nose. He stood up, “I am Zack Violet, future alpha of Violet pack. Remember that name, cos it will be the last thing that you’d remember in your grave!” as he sneered, his nails turned violet and grew longer. Zack gave signals to his men to attack from behind; Terry quickly responded by back kick them with both feet while his hand touched the ground. Both men were flying to the air and fell. They became unconscious since Terry kicked them right on their vital spot.

Tristan was scared half to death, he lost all his sharpness in his tone. Witnessing this scene, Darryl laughed but said nothing. Zack approached Darryl and said, “Brother, I am grateful to you. My name is Zack Roger, it was thanks to you that we averted the crisis just now.” Zack extended his arm out to Darryl, and said, “If you don’t mind, let’s be friends? Call me Zack.” “Sure,” Darryl replied and shook his hand firmly. Darryl and Zack hit it off at once, he felt that Zack was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

“My warriors will continue the training you started. Lesion Pack won’t be caught unprepared again.” Outside, the warriors were already loading our belongings into the cars. Zack was pacing around, clipboard in hand like he was running a military operation. “Do we have the herbs?” he called out. “Yes,” one of the warriors replied. “The samples from the forest?”“Loaded.” Zack turned to me. “If we forget anything important, I swear I’m resigning.” I chuckled. “Relax, Zack. You’ve done enough for one lifetime.” He smirked. “Tell that to my stress levels.”