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Terry Sergio: Raiders of Corporate Assets Episode 21

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Terry

I watched newsfeeds of the events broadcasted on the cyberspace unfold and felt like an itch to be out there and wish I could. I was out of the game though. My mind stuck in the virtual cyberspace. A forced retirement. Still I existed and I would use whatever means I could to win. No way in hell was I leaving my baby girl to live in any shit hole the ice head had planned for dream realm subjugation.

Hexi’s name was flashing on my call screen. I hit a button on my keyboard and smiled as I saw Hexi along with Largo and Omarion in the background images appear on my dashboard. They were a pretty exceptional group I had come to deeply respect and take pride in the fact that they road with my pack.

“What’s up boss? I like your new digs.” Omarion said.

“Thank you, Omarion good to see you. Mr. Astro! What’s going on Sir?”

“Their in the city. Boss. They almost took us out on the way to our home base.” Largo said. “It’s fucking on tonight. What you got for us?” He said with a smile.

I smiled. “I got plenty of work for you Mr. Astro. But first. I got promises to keep. Omarion. I promised you an item for doing me a solid regarding everything you have done for my corporation and my baby girl. Your going to need it.” I said and snapped my fingers.

Omarion had a puzzled look on his face and started to say something. I waved my hand and the sword disappeared from the cyberspace into the real world in a sword belt behind Omarion’s back. He jumped and looked behind himself at the sword and then back at me. The other two shared similar looks of surprise. “Damn. That is impressive. I’m thinking you most have a big job for us.”

I nodded. “I’m sending Hexi, the details. The short of it is your going to be raiding a corporate business of seven assets that have been hidden away in a closed down corporation.”

Largo frowned shaking his head. “I don’t get it Boss. What do seven assets have to do with the war going on outside?”

I smiled. “Everything, Mr. Astro. Your assignment will become clear when you find them and the holder of the assets. The corporation is the Princess Inc.”

“No fucking way. We burned those fuckers.”

Hexi was silently shaking her head as she reviewed the material I sent her on her end. She was frowning glaring at the information. “I guess we missed one. Is this the chick that jammed you up?”

I shook my head. “Oh no. I have an idea where she is but I don’t have a solid lead to send you after her just yet. No this is the female that personally retired me permanently to my current state you see before you.”

Omarion nodded. “We’ll bury her and claim the assets. She isn’t getting away tonight.”

“Be careful Omarion. She has evaded us so far and she is a powerful human elemental. Do not over estimate her powers like I did.”

“I got you Boss. She evaded us so far but there’s no way in the nine hells I’m going to let her get away tonight. We’ll send you a photo of the body to confirm it’s her to be sure until then we’ll be on the hunt.” Omarion said.

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Largo

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Damn.

“Largo. LARGO!”

Omarion clapped me on the back the of the head.. I turned toward him.. “The fuck-“

“Mr. Golden is talking to you.” Omarion said smoothly.

I grimanced and looked at him. Mr. Golden stared up at me frowning. “Sorry, Sir. Go on!”

“Largo. I really need you to focus. The time to aquire sexual favors is later. The villains that destroyed Mr. Sergio’s body will be coming to get the items in question. You need to Identify them and rightly dispose of them before they move on to his daughter. I thought this was made clear to you by Chairman Sergio.”

I grimanced. “It was made perfectly clear. It won’t happen again.”

Mr. Golden stared at me and then got out his wallet. Omarion turned away. He held out two gold ebs cards to me. “I put 10k on each card combined that’s 20k ebs extra plus the fee you’ll receive from Chairman Sergio to keep you focused. Take it.”

Damn it. Now I felt like an asshole. I took the cards.

Mr. Golden turned to Omarion. “Omarion.”

“I’m on your zone.” Omarion said.

“Good. I have to go now. Please take care of yourselves and keep alert. Do not engage President Sergio or allow her to engage in the hunt. Our biggest asset was Chairman Sergio. He has effectly been disabled and the corporation put on a hault. President Sergio is now the only asset we can’t afford to lose.. I will be engaged in the legal front of this battle while you will resolve the physical front. Stick to the plan. Good day gentlemen.” Mr. Golden said. He then turned and got in his ride and drove off.

“Fucking hell dude. Are you still drunk? We don’t need this shit right now family. I had to call in Mr. Golden away from his work to come with this plan because we’ve been holding our dicks without clue of what to do.”

“I got it undercontrol.” I said and then noticed them in crowd of people advancing toward us. “Hot zone! None friendly. Corpo. Looks like the ones that raided the president Sergio’s apartment from the footage.” I said leaning against the car.

Omarion nodded and took a position to my blind side. “Yeah. They must have been waiting for Mr. Golden to leave. Head south to the Nomad central Park area. Roll out on three, two-“

I heard a cruiser above coming toward us. I knew that cruiser. “President Sergio showed up in style. One!” I took off running as Omarion followed.

I took out the tracker to check the location of the car. It was on the move now and headed away from Sergio corporate apartment. “They took it.” I said as Omarion grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of traffic.

“Holy shit. She’s moving fast. Put the speed on bro.”

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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 15

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The room was empty when I got in for the morning. It was time for the meeting but was the only one here. I got out my detapad to ask Daisy what the hell was going on. I looked at the wall screen come to life. It flashed digital images of my assistants at their seats working.

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“What’s going on?”

They all jumped as I walked over looking over at what they were working on. I saw the screens flashing with market charts and data read outs for the day. “So how is the portfolio doing? Poorly I would guess. Carmon. What are we looking at?”

Carmon Indigo stared at me. “The portfolio is in the shit house for the moment and several of our employees have jumped ship to our competition but that’s not the major situation. We’ve just hit pay dirt. We got two sub-contractors snagged three high profile assets.”

I frowned. “Bring up a profile of one the assets and resalable value.” I asked and looked toward the wall.

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I stared at the cruiser in shock. “Carmon is this-“

“Yes. It’s confirmed. It’s the original model and has the artifacts of the founders of the dream realm. All confirmed and we have offers coming in from private collectors. King Eddie Williams is the top pic.”

“It’s worth in the billions. Alright. Shit. First, who the fuck found this thing and did they acquire it through legal means that won’t get us fucked with Authority and the corporate tax gang for not cutting them a piece in the action? Bring up their ID images and intelligence on how they-“

“-No pictures on file just Letters. L.A. and O. A. and audio message.”

“Shit! Play message!”

“Carmon baby. We got a contracted bill of sale coming to you and a location of where we’re keeping the goods. You know the place Authority Square of 5th Street. We’ll be awaiting the pick up. Come on down and be quick about it baby. My brother got company business to finish up. Later.”

I sighed. “Alright. meeting is over. Carmon send a max prize we can get for the car to his majesty Williams. I need whatever people got left on payroll not hunting down contracts to meet me at the location. Meetings over for now. Call me back when you get answer on the price. I got a few words to have with this cowboy and his mysterious brother.”

I got already feel my detapad buzzing in my pocket as I left room and headed upstairs to where my cruiser was parked on the room of my apartment building. I put on my vizor and hit the receive button on the side. Dad’s image was frowning at me.

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“Baby girl what in the hell are you doing? Your not a nomad anymore. Your a Corpo. Leave that shit to-“

“Fuck that shit. You hired them to find the people that jammed you up, didn’t you? I should have known it. I’m not letting them ace me out of the kill and I’m not Corpo. I want to rich and damn sure ain’t trying to sit back and wait while those clowns you hired have all the fun. I’m still a warrior Dad. The same as you.”

“Fucking hell! You ain’t mated yet and keep acting the way your doing the Nomads are going to come hunting you up to shackle you to some asshole I don’t know to get a hold on you. Nomad culture is basic down and dirty what the fuck it is. I told you going fully Corpo is your best-

“-and I told you I ain’t no Corpo. I’m get mated soon enough either to one of those cowboys you hired or to Mr. mystery man you keeping in your back pocket. I’ll leave you to decide. Later.” I said turning off communication. I raced upstairs to the roof.

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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 14

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Authority came to pick up the body and the stranger that Dad hired talked with them explaining what happened.

I didn’t feel righteous or good doing what I did I just felt more lost and no idea who sent the beer to Herold to have my Dad drink. There were no records in his place linking the transporter to any corporation a common no name runner had done the job.

I looked at the solo who finished talking to authority and wondered if…wow wait a minute. A man on cycle pulled up full armor and held with a sword on his back. He waved Over to the Solo that had been following me.

The Solo jogged over explained what happened to him. The warrior’s right arm was lightning kissed. I saw streams of lightning wrapped around his arm like large bands of rope or moving snakes.

I started to get up and start walking toward the them my eyes on the lightning kissed. He nodded at me before hoping on his bike and racing away. I smiled. It was him. I walked up to the Solo left.

“So. When did my father hire you and your partner as my bodyguards?” I asked tapping my visor and scanning his biological form.

He smiled. “You don’t even know my name. Your assuming shit. I told you-“

“Wait a sec. Oh here it comes. Hmm. I’m not getting a name only L A. Nothing else. That’s amazing. You must be one of the big boys that work for the kings. So you must have been hired my Dad. Okay L.A. What did my Dad hire you to do?”

L.A. smiled. “I’ll leave that for you to guess. You should get home President Sergio. My condolences about your Father. Stories about Mr. Sergio’s big nuts proceeds him in many circles. I don’t have cruiser. I’m dirt poor but I could boost you a ride if you need one.”

I hit my visor on the left side. “Daisy. Pick me up.” I said and turned up as my cruiser came down from the Sky-ways and parked on the corner beside me. I smiled Daisy opened the door opened for me. “Thank you Daisy.” I got in the cruiser ignoring the L.A.

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“Manuel control activate.”

(Comfirmed.)

“Daisy. When’s my meeting?”

(Five hours and twenty-two minutes.)

I frowned. “Your acting funny. What are you not telling me?”

(President Sergio. Lawyer says no identification can be made on intruders that stole said property and several employees have dis-associated from the corporation.)

“Great. Anything else?”

(Chairman Sergio sent you flowers. They will arrive in a few hours at your apartment.)

I smiled. “Daisy. Where is Chairman Sergio located?”

(President Sergio’s detapad)

“How is that possible?”

(Chairman Sergio is not human.)

“What is he?”

(Redacted. Classified information. Authorized password required)

I frowned at my computer screen in the cruiser. “In other words. None of my business.”

(Acknowledged.)

“What did Dad promise you? A date or a upgrade.”

(Classified information. Password required.)

“Smart ass.”

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Astro Bros Episode 13

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Largo

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Largo. Do you a have lock on your target? Copy.

I grimanced put a hand over my mouth. “Target located. I’m following her to the location now. Copy. Hang tight.” I said and continued tailing the target. What the hell was she doing in the red district at 2 in the morning.

I followed her a distance until she got to the small hide away bar sandwiched between a bike store and somebody’s place.

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I waited a bit as she went inside and got settled inside then I approuched the place and opened the door and took in the place. President Sergio ignored me as she stared at the bartender who looked uneasy up at her smiling nervously.

“Herold. Can I please have a cold Phoenix, please.”

I frowned and took a seat at the bar slapping down a physical ebs card. “I got five in my account can I get the same.”

“Coming up!” Herold said.

“What the fuck?! Herold. I’m not a kid. Give me a damn beer please.”

I frowned as Herold scanned my card and then slapped a beer on the bar in front of me. “She a teenager or something?”

“None of your business drink your beer and get the hell out.”

“Herold. I already paid for the beer. I want what I paid for.”

“I tried to forward you a refund? Just accept my-“

“Give me the damn beer or I’m going sue your ass for theft and discrimination against a social and political class.”

Interesting. All this fuss over a beer?! What the fuck was going on? I took a look at Bar Keeper. His eyes were shifty and the old bastard’s bald head was wet with sweat. He was afraid of President Sergio. Today was a bad for him because I came to put the squeeze on his ass until he told me everything.

“She sounds like a corpo. You better give her the beer you racist piece of shit or she’ll stomp your ass out in civil court.” I advised him.

Herold looked at me. “You with her? I ain’t do nothing to her father. I’ve been ran through the mud by Authority all day. I had my whole place turned up and down. I’m innocent.”

He lied smoothly. This was going to be fun. I held up the beer. “I’m just a working runner trying to get one beer finally from a hard week of little work. My mate won’t give me some ass either and I can’t afford some pretty new ass too so your my entertainment for the night. You still haven’t opened my beer.”

Herold was looking at me closely. “How much Sergio paid you? I ain’t done nothing to him and ain’t selling nothing to his kid.”

“Are you my body guard. I saw you following me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were a model and I was staring at your ass. I saw you coming in this bar and then got a look at your face as I was coming in and knew I couldn’t afford you. Bodyguard?! You mean that big mother fucker across the street with the Max P9. Oh I thought he was your pimp. Hey. Old man. Could you open my damn beer, please.”

Herold glared at me buying into my act and came over to open my beer and hand it back to me. President Sergio still didn’t buy my act though. I nodded to her but didn’t drink the beer. “Are you open to a-“

“-No. Drink your beer.” She said. “Herold. I just lost my Dad and twenty-five thousand valuation on my company in status. This was his favorite drinking spot. I came get a taste of his favorite beer and leave. I ain’t here for bullshit. Give me a damn beer or I’m going to sue you, take your bar and have your old ass sent to the pin for fucking with me the day my Dad passed away.””

“Holy shit. This shit is getting good. She’s got your ass jammed up. What you going to do Herold? ” I said just to turn up the tension in the room.

Herold calmly got out a beer bottle from under the bar popped it open and set it down in front of her. “Here’s your beer, bitch. I hope you enjoy it.”

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President Sergio smiled and slid it back to him. “Drink it.”

There it was. Herold went motionless. “What?!” He said.

President Sergio drew out her P58. “I said drink it. Drink it all down. Every last drop. Do it right now.”

Hmm. Interesting. I saw the play now. The beer. Whoever transported the beer here was the one that got Sergio jammed up. That’s all I needed to know.

Herold looked at me. “Fifty thousand ebs. Kill her and it’s yours.”

I frowned at him. “I ain’t no solo.. It’s just a beer bro. Drink up.” I said smiled at him showing him my real face. He was a dead man. The beer was his best option I wasn’t going to make his end quick and painless.

Herold looked away from me to the beer and picked it up with a shaky hand.

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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 13

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I felt a buzzing in my jacket pocket where my detapad was located. I tapped my Bluetooth visor on right side. Dad’s annoyed face appeared before my eyes.

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“What’s up Dad?”

“Your in red district at 2 in morning. You looking for a ice cream store?”

“Actually I’m heading for a beer at your old spot. What’s up?”

“You hate Beer!” Dad said. “Looks like your looking for trouble. I thought you out grew that bad habit.. Don’t you have a corp meeting tomorrow morning?”

“I do. Don’t worry so much. I really am just getting a beer. What was it like growing up here?”

“I didn’t grow up here. I grew up near the rim surviving in the Outlands during the winter and I spent the summers in the city looking for work before and after the frost war. The past doesn’t matter. Your alive. I’m not. Live your life. Get a mating contract. Get rich.”

“You don’t want me to be happy?” I asked.

“Being rich is happiness kiddo. You got a gift for it. Trust me I know. When you came into my life you brought me a lot of it thanks to that lovely brain of yours. You won’t find the people that got me. Find yourself a decent enough asshole with a heart of loyalty. There are more then a few at our little corporation.” He said.

“Hmm. Do you have a male in mind for me? Is he handsome?” I said and started to feel like someone was following me.

“Of course. Only the best for you kiddo. But, your not ready for him just yet. You should focus on making money. Get some sleep. Go home. Your a big time Corpo now. Your a busy young woman.”

“So you do have someone for me. He most be someone you respect. Whoever got you jammed up cost me twenty-five million ebs and time I can’t get back.”

“I know. You’ll make it up.. You don’t need to settle it. Forgive and forget. You know.”

I smiled when I saw the bar up ahead. “This male you have for me? He’s not a office man is he?What does he do?”

“He is a clean up man. He cleans up messes and shit-cans, shit bags. After you get your beer will you please go home? Talking to Herold won’t solve anything. He’s only going to lie.”

“I know. I’m not interested in what he has say. I’m just really going out for a beer and to relax a bit.. Did you hire bodyguards for me today?”

Dad gave me a side eye. “Of course I did. I might be dead but I’m not going to stop trying to look out for you.” He paused as he looked down at his detapad. “I got a go handle some business. Be safe Baby girl.” He said and my screen went blank.

I really wondered when he was going to stop pretending he was dead. Whatever happened to Dad one thing I was confident of now.. He wasn’t human so he hadn’t been born a human..non-humans were hard to kill. It started to rain and I hurried to the Bar.

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Astro Bros Episode 12

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Six months later…

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Omarion

I was getting strapped up with my P9s, body armor and sword as Hexi typed on her computer trying to try whatever codes she could to break open the program. I frowned. How long is it going to take you to crack it open.

Hexi shook her head. “As long as it’s going to take you to pause all that going to war suiting up shit. I told you. You ain’t going nowhere until I crack it open and Largo ain’t back yet so just hold the fuck on. We need the information inside before I figure a direction for you to go guns a blazing.”

I grimaced and shaking my head looked at the time on my wrist watch. Where the fuck was Largo? He should have gotten back here-

“Yo. I’m here family. Where the fuck are you going? What the fuck man? Why you eye balling me like that?” Largo said as he sauntered inside Hexi’s room. He was wearing all leather boots and smelled like cigars and cheap liquor.

“We got a black box delivery? Did you ride your bike back here in your condition?”

Largo glared at me. “I ain’t drunk. I was pretending is all. I ain’t drunk damn it. I’m good. Who sent the box?”

“Lawyer Mark Golden dropped by for visit and left a black box behind as aparting gift from our old boss. He said you might know the password to break past the the firewall. Do you?” I said.

Largo stared at me. “Shit. Hexi. Type in Ah…fuck. Ah. Type in, my crime is that of curiosity.”

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Hexi typed it into the computer. The computer went back and then the man himself appeared on the screen. She grinned. “Bingo we have a winner.”

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I stared at him. “What’s up Boss?”

Largo frowned at me. “Omarion. The dude is dead. This is just-“

“Hey Omar. I got myself killed this time. I’m going to need you to do a job for me.”

“How much?” I asked.

“It’ll be 50 ebs. Same deal. 25 ebs is being deposited into your account now as your starter fee. 25 ebs after the bodies are buried or burned. I don’t care. Find out who killed me and put em down before they come after my daughter because I know they will watch, wait and act. You know my usual spots and my favorite drinking hole. I’m sure you’ll figure out who did it soon enough and hey if you get it done in a week then…I’ll throw in Cy’s sword as a bonus. Later.” He said and disappeared from the screen.

Largo frowned at me. “What the hell is this? I thought this was a black box job. Is Sergio dead or not?”

I shook my head. No time. I grabbed a spare P9 from the table and handed it to Largo. “Not my business. We got a job to do. Now sober up and get your sword ready. We going hunting tonight little brother.”

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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 11

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Six Months later…..

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Terry

I woke half naked with only my pants on and nothing else. My gear was gone and I had massive headache. I was lying on a concrete floor with smell of dry blood. It was warm. I only felt a little cool from the air conditioning.

Hmm. I heard the steady clip of heels approaching me from a hallway outside my cell. I wondered what the hell this was about. I rolled up to a sitting position on the floor. My head made me pay for the movement with extra pounding.

I tried tapping the side of my head and attempted to remove a VR headset that wasn’t there. This was real then. Where fuck was I?

I looked up as the heels came to a stop at a wall but I didn’t see a door. The door way slid open to a white hallway I saw past the female figure that stood in front of me as the door quickly slid closed behind us leaving us in the fake dungeon.

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“Mr. Serio. Do you know why you are here?”

She wasn’t a model. Her tone and direct stare wasn’t like one of them and she smelled like soap and water with slash of roses. Corpo. She had to be an executive class. Shit.

“No. No. I don’t one moment I’m drinking coffee at my favorite bar and relaxing for night before a job now. I’m thinking when I get out of here I’m going to kill my favorite bartender for slipping me whatever he did to make my head hurt like a son of bitch. You got a job for me or are you presenting me with a mating contract?”

She stared at me. She reached behind her back presenting me with fancy silver detapad and clicked a bottom to show the picture of photo of a former client of mean a year ago. “Do you know this person?”

“Yeah. She gave me the name Katelyn Bess a solo operator of some kind. Wanted me to find some micro computer of some kind. I had to give her the credits back. I failed the job.”

The room flashed a green color.

What the hell?

She grimanced. “She wanted you to find a very special item. A Silverback. An item that you say you failed to find but I know that is a lie.”

Again the room flashed green. I shrugged. “I’m missing the part why I would willingly give up 50k ebs. I don’t break my word and I don’t give up ebs easily. I’m a business man and I eat what I kill.”

The green flashed green again.

She frowned at me. “Your a good liar. Fine then. Tell me where the Silverback is?”

“Your guess is as good as mean?” I said.

“Tell me where the Silverback is? Your evading my question. You must an idea where it is or in whom possession it currently is. Tell me.”

I smiled. “Can’t help you there. Your asking for free help. I’m not into charity work.” I said coming to my feet. All I had to do was grab a hold of her and use her as a hostage. Easy work.

“Oh. I think you can. I think you will.” She said before lifting her hand and firing fingernails toward. They stabbed into my chest.

Pain shot up into my chest as my body was lit up with lightning.. My body started shaking in a violent uncontrollably.

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Astro Bros Episode 11

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Largo

Forty minutes later we were on the road on cycles with new leather armor. What the fuck were we doing? And how the fuck did we end up here?

These were the thoughts rolling through my head as I followed Omarion his bike and finally made the last turn down the alleyway to the location we would meet up with the dude we had been ordered to act as bodyguards in the hunt/termination mission.

He got off first at the corner and walked over to store front where a sexy looking authority standing at a corner glaring at us.

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“He’s inside questioning the suspect, don’t ask him nothing. Authority is giving you twenty-eight hours to complete the job. You two cowboys fuck up and get him killed then your asses are going into the pin. We on the same on zone?”

Omarion nodded. “We’re on the zone, Momma wolf and ready for action. You smell nice. You like hot sex in dark alleys.”

The authority rolled her eyes. “Get the fuck on cowboy before I take your sexy ass for a ride Down sunset and paradise.”

Omarion snorted. You are a master at knowing how to tempt a man. I’ll see again.” He said giving her a respectful bow before heading inside.

I started following him inside. I stopped once but the authority flipped me off without looking. Damn. Shot down before an attempt to draw out my best line. I sighed and followed my brother inside. I caught up with Omarion inside.

We walked into a club quietly to the sound of loud music and bodies on the floor. They all were dressed in the same variation of tea leaf green color. Green Devils pack. Hard to imagine one dude had come in looking for one dumbass jackel that had traded a youth to invader trash for some clout and ebs from trash ice King.

“What do you know about this dude?” I asked.

Omarion shook his head. “Don’t start. I know as much as you do. Ex-wardog. Ex-assassin. Solo nomad.. We do what we’re told and hopefully he doesn’t skin us up like he did these assholes. We’re almost there.”

He was leaning over a body on the floor. As he straightened up and turned to face us lighting his cig…

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Terry Sergio nodded to us. “Gino sent you boys, huh?”

Omarion nodded. “We’re here to help.” He said.

Terry Sergio smiled. “Good to hear. Let’s go, boys. It’s going to be long night.”

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Astro Bros Episode 10

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Omarion

“What the fuck is this? This ain’t the authority station!?” Largo said stating what we all knew.

I stared at the back of the man that faced the computer monitors. “It was a bit messy but, we finished the job.”

“A bit messy is a under statement.” The man said. “You’ll have to leave the city and head into the Outlands and take a portal to-“

“Not happening.” I said. “My brother and I did a job. We completed the job. We get paid. We move on to the next job. Me and my bro got a lot of jobs today to finish. The job was offical from the dark directory. The job was legit. Authority can take up any argument with for all I care.”

“You were a bit to good with the job.” The man said. “You caught the attention of the Kings, Kooper and the authorities in one night. They’re all hunting for you and the person that hired you. It was supposed to be a quiet job.”

“Quiet job?! When you gave us the job you never said nothing about it supposedly being a quiet job. You just said you needed somebody to get it done. You might have told us about the assassin invader bodyguard Whitehall hired to watch his back and not to mention the girl he was with just taking off when fight started and then Kooper just showing up at the club.” I said.

“What the fuck is this? O. Is this the fucker that gave us the job?” Largo demanded. “Was this a fucking set up?!”

“A set up or a test of some kind. I don’t care either way what was it? You were supposed to lead us here to kill us or some other bullshit?” I asked.

“Funny. You don’t seem the least bit afraid either way. Must be because of what that girl gave you at the club? Who was she? Some old girlfriend or model that you took for a turn?” He said in a dark humor deadpan tone of voice.

“We came up a flight of stairs to get to this room. You keep running your fucking mouth about my older sister and I’ll throw you and your fake Judge down the fucking stairs as my payment. Quit fucking with me and give my credits.”

“Judge. Give em his pay.” The man said.

I frowned as I turned to the fake Judge to see him hold out a tablet to me. I snatched it and turned it on. A red wolf head symbol appeared on the screen along with short message at the bottom. “Accepted. Blood Hound O. A and Blood Hound L. A. Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.

“Bro. What fuck is it?” Largo asked and took the the tablet to stare at the tablet. “What the fuck?! The Nomad King’s blood hounds?! What the fuck is this shit? Around set up!”

The man turned around. I stared in shock. I knew who this fucker was. Head of authority. Alpha Wolf of one the largest nomad packs in the city. One of five Kings of Newark City State..

Gino Fish.

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Astro Bros Episode 9

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Peaches

I wondered through my personal library in searching for something to focus on for the moment that would distract me from my other thoughts. There was a lot I couldn’t control. I picked up a book and started leafing through it and scanning the book.

“Yo, Peaches. Where you at girl?

“I’m over here!” I said and looked in the direction. I heard Cooper’s voice had come from and saw him come around the corner of one of my bookshelves. He wasn’t alone though. Kang and my youngest Ka was with him.. I looked at Kooper though. “What’s wrong?”

“Omarion and his brother killed Archbold Whitehall at club Zane. The Judge took em in.” Cooper said and stared at me. They were all staring at me.

I nodded. “I know. I’m sure the Astros will figure out a means of getting out of the mess they’re in. I think it would be best if we didn’t interfere in their-“

“-Astro is kissed by the lightning.” Kang said stiffly.

I nodded. “Common enough with most males and females with a archetype of the Wolf and fit to the liking of the mother of the Nomads.”

“I’m lightning kissed.” Ka said. “Same as all my brothers. Omarion Astro ain’t my brother.”

“Are you attempting to say something toward me that is disrespectful in front of your father?” I asked staring at him. “If so I have no intention on listening to such behavior.”

“The hell he is.” Cooper said. “They ain’t here to say shit to you but listen.” He said. “What you want me to do?”

“You will do what you will. I have no intention on telling you too do anything.”

“So you fine with Omarion and his brother being sent up to the Pin. They just got out.”

“I don’t believe The Astros will be going to the Outland prison. If he was contracted by Lightning Baby then she will have more work for him to do.”

“Whitehall? How are doing?”

“What about him? You did say he was dead?!” I asked Cooper coolly.

Cooper smiled. “I’m buying your contract.”

I stared at him. “That…that would be…I’m fine with your decision.”

Cooper nodded. “Hmm. That answer pretty much helps me make my decision. Enjoy your reading time. I’ll be back.”

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