Exo Saves The Day, Chapter 26

[gynoneko]

Been waiting a long time to get this chapter out. I just hope you guys like it. This chapter ties directly into the next one, so I will try not to be too long before I get it out, but school is in session so it might takea little bit, we'll see. I realize I don't get as many readers as other stories, but how many of them are 26+ chapters long? Still, I do this because its fun, and I like the story myself. Please let me know what you think!

1) How did you like this chapter versus the last one? Which is your favorite in the whole story so far?
2) Are there too many details / not enough? Do they balance well?
3) Are there any questions you have about the story, characters, etc? (any at all, I might not answer if it involves the story, but it might clarify things I need to define more)
4) Out of the entire story, what is your favorite part so far? What is your least favorite part?
5) Is there any part of my writing that distracts you?
6) Who is your favorite character?


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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.
Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.
Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12.
Chapter 13. Chapter 14. Chapter 15. Chapter 16.
Chapter 17. Chapter 18. Chapter 19. Chapter 20.
Chapter 21. Chapter 22. Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.

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Exo Saves the Day
Chapter Twenty Six: Secret Agent
By Gynoneko


Night had fallen dark and heavy as we drove to the club. It was starting to get chilly out, but the girls didn't complain, despite their skimpy outfits.  We decided to wait nearby for a few hours as the club scene got rolling.  While we were waiting, Tom ran between the two vehicles, passing out tiny ear pieces and two-way radios so we could keep in constant communication.  There was just enough for each team to share one radio.

Tom had passed out a radio to Annie and himself, letting me pick who would have the radios in our car.  Jen took one for herself, and was relieved to hear that Jack did not have one.  That was a blessing to all of us really, because hearing an argument over the radio would be a very bad thing in the middle of a gun fight. I took one radio for myself, and started preparing for the actual assault.  I only wish Tera was the one wearing it, but Jen refused, stating that we had enough to deal with already, and we'd only distract each other.

Annie was reviewing the various locations where she and Jack would be staked out, and we got into a discussion about what was the best option.  There were several places with a good view of the club, but only a few of them were ideal for the job at hand.  Unfortunately, Jack had a thing or two to add to the conversation, and so he convinced Annie to hand him the ear piece, which resulted in a heated discussion between him and Jen.

"Jen, I'm sorry!  I swear I didn't do anything to betray you" Jack pleaded.

"Like hell!  I saw your hands all over her!" Jen yelled into the earpiece.

"I didn't touch her!" Jack responded.

"Didn't touch her!?  Then what the hell was your tongue doing in her mouth?!" Jen retorted.  Joan slumped in her seat, trying to hide herself from Jen, knowing it was all her fault this happened.

"She's the one that kissed me!" Jack said over the radio.

"Excuse me" Tom said cutting into the conversation.

"It's takes 2 to tango Jack!" Jen continued, ignoring Tom.

"Excuse me" Tom repeated.

"But I swear I didn't kiss her back!" Jack replied.

"EXCUSE ME!" Tom yelled, feedback briefly screeching into our ears.  Everyone halted for a moment while he spoke up.  "Jack, let Annie take the radio.  Thank you" he said.  I assumed Jack handed the earpiece back to Annie, and Tom took charge of the conversation.  "It's time to go.  Jen, please get Tera and head toward the club.  Once inside, you need to keep an eye out for Liberati.  We will be waiting for you to give us the all clear."

"Gotcha!" Jen said.  "Come on Tera" Jen said to Tera, opening the door and getting out of the car.  Tera turned toward me with a concerned face and hesitated before she got out of the car herself.

"Danny" Annie said over the radio while Tera got out of the car.  "I think we can use the hotel to get the best angle."

"I think it would be a better if we use the office building" I replied, brining up a map of the area on my cell phone.

Tera came over to my window and leaned in.  The window was rolled down already, so she gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you" Tera said at the same time that Annie said something over the radio arguing against my recommendation.

"Huh?  Yeah, thanks" I said absentmindedly while trying to listen to Annie.  "Look I think the offices will be easier to get into without the security risk or price of the hotel."

Tera hesitated a moment, and I hardly noticed until she started walking away with Jen.  My mind was too distracted at the time, and I wish now that I had paid more attention to her, but there is no point in worrying about the past now.  At the last second, I turned toward her and spoke out.

"Tera!"  She turned around with hope in her face.  "Good luck" I said with a serious expression.  She looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Thanks.  You too."  She then turned around and walked off toward the club, to fulfill her role in the assault. I really did worry for her, and Jen as well, but Annie was still talking in my ear, and I was pulled back into the conversation to prepare for the rest of the job.

We decided that the office building was the best venue for their needs.  Jack needed the higher access speeds that the building would provide, and there were plenty of ways for them to get in and out unnoticed, as well as an entire suite that was empty and under renovation.  This gave Annie the room she needed to prepare her gun without worrying about being seen by any security or cameras.  Tom and I drove our cars over to the office building a few blocks away, and Jack and Annie got out and proceeded into the building.

"We should be in position in 5 minutes" Annie said.  "And I swear Jack, if you touch me, you will be pulling back a stump."

I heard Jack mumble something which I only faintly heard through her earpiece but didn't really pay attention to it.  I could hear Jen talking nonchalantly to Tera in the background, while Annie and Jack worked their way up to one of the higher floors of the building.  It was time for Tom and I to park the cars nearby for a potential getaway, and prepare to go into the back of the club.

As we got out of the cars, we could see the door in the distance, across a half-full parking lot.  A single light illuminated the door in the distance while 2 overly large men stood nearby.  We watched them carefully, waiting for the all clear from both Annie and Jack as well as Tera and Jen.

"Danny, this is Annie, over" her voice echoed in my ear.

"Go ahead" I told her.

"Jack and I are in position now.  We have a clear view of the door and you.  Nice hat.  Over"  Annie was definitely beginning to sound a little more comfortable and started speaking in a way that sounded more like how Tera and Joan had described her.  I got the impression that she was acting more like her old self.

"Uhh... thanks" I said looking up at the building behind us where they were set up.  I couldn't see anything but a dark building with a few random lights on, but was satisfied that they were in a good position.

"How are you coming Jen?" Tom asked.

It took a few moments for Jen to respond, since they were now clearly in a more crowded area, but eventually her voice rang clear in the system.  "We're just getting up to the security now, give us a few minutes."

While we waited, the four of us got ready.  Joan and I prepared to take the lead, while Tom and Cynthia planned to follow as our backup if we needed it.  Joan pulled me aside and spoke in a lowered tone.

"So how should we actually try to get passed these guys?" she asked.

"Well I was thinking of punching my way through."

"Maybe there's a better way" Joan suggested.  She portrayed her plan to me, which sounded equally as plausible as it did ridiculous, but it was the best and only plan we had so far.  And we could still save my punching idea as our backup.

"We're in" Jen said over the earpiece.  We eagerly waited for Jen and Tera to look around the club for Liberati, and either give us an all-clear or an alert to his presence.  After a lot of anticipation and background noise, Jen finally spoke up again.  "Oh that's gross."

"What?" I asked.

"This is not the type of club I ever wished to see.  There are people doing... things...  Wow..."

"What happened?" I asked again.

"Let's just say there's a couple who is way too into themselves in here" she replied.

"But is Liberati in there?"  Tera had seen Liberati only briefly before, back when she was still in the lab being finished.  However, I didn't want to rely on that for identification, so Jack had shown them pictures of Liberati from the internet so they knew what he looked like before they went into the fray.

"Sorry.  I'll look... Mmm no.  I don't see him.  No.  I don't think he's in here, but we'll keep a look out" Jen said.

"His car is definitely here" Annie announced.  "I can see it from here.  It's the right license plate.  Over."  Annie could read the plate of a car at such a distance; I was truly impressed.

"You know you don't have to say 'Over' like that Annie" I said.

"I know.  Over."  She replied.  I could hear the grin on her face.  "Just teasing!"

"So are we ready?" I asked.

"All good here" Jen said.

"Loaded and ready" Annie replied.

"After you" Tom said from behind.  I looked back and saw Cynthia and Tom nodding to us reluctantly but ready to start.  Joan and I took a deep breath, and turned to face toward the two guards defending the back door of the club.

"Jack, how are our eyes?" I asked.

"Getting there" Annie replied after asking Jack.  "He says he should be in soon.  He's seen this design before."

Joan decided to start the plan she told me about and gently put my hands behind my back.  She held the gun up to me, and held my hands together as though she had just captured me, and slowly we began walking toward the guards.

"Jack says he got into their system" Annie alerted us.

"That's not the only thing he got into" Jen commented snidely.

"Jen.  Stop it" I said sharply but not harshly.

Jen sighed.  "Sorry" she said before Annie continued.

"He's disabling the security cameras now.  If anything happens in there, we won't be able to see it either" Annie added.  "He should have the security drones in a minute or two.  Be careful.  The guards have spotted you."

Not 20 yards ahead of us the guards became alert, and stared right at us.  No turning back now.  As we walked into the light, one of the guards raised his hand in a 'halt' gesture and spoke to us in a deep commanding voice.

"VIP only... Wait... It's you!" his deep intimidating voice boomed.  The larger of the two men stood at attention with disdain on his face.  It was clear that he had cybernetic enhancements all around his body.  His eyes were both artificial, and even through his business suit you could tell his body had artificial arms.  His companion wore what appeared to be a pair of glasses permanently attached to his face, and a permanent sneer on his lips.  He was just as outfitted with cybernetic parts as his partner.  He watched us silently as his partner spoke.

"I've brought him in like I was ordered" Joan said loudly.  She sounded nervous to me, and I knew this was not going to work.

"We've been ordered to kill on sight" he growled.  "Come to think of it... that order was for both of you."

Joan paused before them realizing this was clearly a bad idea, just as the smaller of the two swiftly reached into his coat and pulled out a large hand gun, pointing it at us.  He was fast, faster than I could react to him.  Joan twitched, but even she was too slow for his sudden movement.

Without warning, the man grunted, and fell to the ground.  I realized in that moment that Annie had taken a shot to defend us; the gun was still echoing in the distance.  The remaining man stood still and pulled his own gun on us, except he didn't aim at us.  He lifted his gun up higher, and took a shot with a loud bang at the building behind us.

Joan and I acted fast.  I was fast enough to grab his gun after his first shot.  Joan ran to his side and his back, grabbing at his face and head, pulling it back.  The gun went off again before he dropped it.  However, he unexpectedly twisted his shoulders, and dealt me an uppercut to my gut with his other hand, which knocked the breath out of me.  I still managed to take the hit without losing my balance or anything.

"Danny!" Joan yelled, and she jabbed her fingers into the man's neck, pulling out wires, cables, and tubes from his neck.  Sparks shot from his neck and he froze before falling to the ground himself with a loud thud.  Joan lunged toward me and pushed me to the ground.

"Danny!" he repeated worriedly as she started pulling off my jacket.

"What?" I coughed.

"Don't move!" she said as she started undoing my vest.

"I'm fine!  What?" I repeated.  Joan pulled the vest off me and lifted my shirt underneath.  She froze, staring at my stomach and chest.

"You're fine?" she muttered, staring in disbelief at my torso.

"That's what I said."

"Didn't you see what he punched you with?" she exclaimed.  I looked over at the prone figure not three feet away from me and noticed the man's left hand.  A steady stream of smoke lifted away from his still closed fist; his arm was equipped with some sort of explosive bolts on his knuckles, which he must have dealt to me when he punched me.  And yet, I felt nothing nearly as bone-shattering as that punch should have been, although I noticed my coat was now singed with a black mark where he punched me.

"Woah" I muttered, looking down at my chest to see the damage for myself.

"Wait a second... You're ok!?" Joan questioned. "Weren't you shot there a few days ago?  I distinctly remember a bruise there...". I looked again and realized she was right.  The bruise that was there just days ago seemed to have completely vanished.  So much so in fact that I had completely forgotten about it.

"You're right.  That's odd."  Joan laid her fingers gently where my bruise was.  Her fingers were soft an warm and tickled me slightly.  There was no pain.  Tom and Cynthia came running up behind us.

"Are you two alright?" Tom asked still running up. 

"Yeah, we're fine" I said, pulling my shirt back down.  Joan helped me to my feet and adjusted my vest and coat for me.  "Thanks for that assist Annie" I said over the radio.

I heard silence on the radio.  No response.  I looked nervously at Tom who was listening in and equally nervous.

"Annie?" we both asked one after the other.  Jack's voice came through over the radio.

"Annie's been shot" he said seriously.  The bottom of my stomach almost gave out.  "Nothing too bad!" he added a second later.  "It's only a graze, it clipped her cheek.  She'll be all right."  Tom and I took a simultaneous sigh of relief, but there was still a look of concern in his eyes.  "But wow... You should have seen her shoot!  Half her face just sort of... opened up!"

"Could you put her on?" I asked.

"Sure, hold on" he replied.  I heard his muffled voice as he aided Annie and handed her the earpiece.

"That... was close" Annie's voice said through the radio.  I could tell she was shaken a bit, but she managed to keep herself together.  "Damn it, he cut me!"

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah... But that bastard has a good aim.  He grazed my cheek with one shot!  From a freakin' handgun!" She sounded almost as impressed as she sounded pissed off.  There was something else inner voice though, fear.  She had just been shot at by a man, and her fear of men was still strong, but she managed to keep herself under control.  I got to my feet and finished with my vest, pulling my coat over it again.

"It's time to go" Joan said as she helped me.

"Did I kill him?" Annie asked timidly.  I glanced over at the man she shot.  There was no doubt about it, he was dead.  A pool of blood grew slowly around his prone body.

"Yeah.  He's dead" I replied.  Joan looked over at the man, and then at the one she attacked.

"Oh..."  We were silent for a moment while she contemplated this.  "I'm sorry... I..." she fell silent again.  "I didn't mean to... I mean... I feel bad.  It's confusing."

"Do you think you can do it again if you need to?" Tom asked.  Annie was silent for a while while she thought about it.

"If it is to protect my family, yes."  She sounded confident and I was convinced she'd be able to, but I hoped she wouldn't have to.

"What about him?" I asked Joan pointing at the man she fell.  "Is he...?"

"No" Joan said abruptly.  "He'll need medical attention, but he should be fine.  He's paralyzed.  I severed his brain's connection to his motor functions.  I suppose being a cyborg has its advantages."

"We'll take care of these guys" Cynthia said.

"We need to get in there now especially with their guards taken out" Joan said.

"Right" I agreed.  Tom and Cynthia lifted up the larger of the two men, and propped him up against the door frame.  I sure hoped the two propped up men would still look alive and intimidating, but I didn't have any time to worry about it as Joan pulled open the door to the back entrance.

We passed from the cool night air into the hot humid night club.  A warm light filled the small cramped hallway before us, as muffled music blasted through the walls.  There were no guards, officers, or anyone else in the hallway.  It was far more stylish inside than the outside of the club, with nice wooden walls and modern offset lighting.  In the corner of the ceiling hung an automated defense unit.  It was somewhat like a small dome with cameras and various hidden features, and I watched it carefully as we moved to make sure they were deactivated.  Sure enough, Jack had done his job, and the device hung lifeless and unaware.

Joan took lead, while I followed behind.  The first few rooms we came to were either empty, or had people in too much of a stupor or high to realize we were even there.  The rooms were all darkly lit, and smelled sweet from the repeated use of drugs.  Smoke hung in the air, giving everything a musty look as we explored from room to room.  It didn't take long for Cynthia and Tom to enter as well and start looking themselves, following their own pre-designated path.

We were only half way through our path on the first floor when we came upon a room full of people.  Half of them were naked, most of them were stoned, and a single guard stood near the entrance.  Despite the undulating motions of the naked bodies in the room, our attention immediately went to the guard and his hand as it reached inside his jacket.  We didn't give him a chance to take the offensive, as both Joan and I lunged ourselves at him.  Guns were never really my thing, but I decided to point the assault rifle I was carrying at his, while Joan disarmed him and tackled him to the ground.  She was really efficient at this, but I couldn't help but think that she was being rather passionate about it, or at least forceful.

"Who the fuck are you?" a man's voice said a short way off.  I turned around to see a naked man emerging from a mound of female flesh to confront us.  I decided not to be easy on the guy, and aimed my gun toward him.  I recognized him.  I remembered his name, his face, his grin.  Rez.  He was the leader of the group of thugs that I rescued Tera from the night I first met her.  I thought he was in jail, but somehow he was taking refuge here in Liberati's place.  "It's you!  The freak!" He hissed when he saw me.  He looked down at my gun and froze, but his mouth apparently didn't get the message.  "I see you got a new bitch.  Guess that old one wasn't good enough for you after all.  Or did I break her?"

"You son of a bitch!" I growled.  Slowly, I brought the gun up higher, taking aim at him, but he just smiled with that same sadistic sharp look he had back then.  I looked around and saw 2 of his other "friends".  Big Joe lay passed out, naked, on the floor, while the formally knife-wielding Jack pounded his way into a girl too caught up to notice or care what else was going on.  "What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same" Rez said snidely.  "Let's see, last time I saw you, my associates and I were laying bleeding on the ground in an alley.  Now you dare come onto our territory and call me names?"

Apparently Rez needed a reminder I was holding a deadly weapon pointed at him.  I quickly brought it up to my eye again as he took a step forward, and prepared to fire.  He saw the look in my eye, and stopped, holding his hands out to his sides.

"Hey now.  We're all friends here.  Let bygones be bygones."  He tried in vain to tempt me, but at least I didn't kill him right away.

"I'm not here for you.  Go back to your orgy and forget you ever saw me" I growled.  I saw Rez's eyes dart toward another security drone in the ceiling.  Like the last one, this was too was inactive, and it looked like Rez was waiting for it to react.  I knew it wouldn't, but it put me on edge that he wanted it to.  He might just do something stupid.

"Shit" Rez spat a few seconds later, and lunged toward me.  Before he could get to me, the drone sprung to life, and shot aimlessly at the ground between us.  Rez jumped back in surprise, and I focused my attention on the drone.  Startled screams and gasps filled the room at the sound of gunfire.  I could hear Jack's muffled voice coming through Annie's radio.

"Something's wrong" Annie said, translating his slew of British cuss words.  "Looks like someone else is hacking the system too.  Be careful in there."

"What?!" I exclaimed, but it was too late.  The drone took aim at me and open fired.  A slew of small caliber bullets struck my Zylon armor before Joan returned fire and disabled the drone.  It beeped a dying beep before smoke emanated from it, covering the ceiling.

I took a step back, but that Zylon armor did an amazing job dispersing the energy, and I hardly missed a beat when I took aim at Rez again.  Apparently seeing a guy take several shots to the chest and barely react was intimidating, even without the gun.  He retreated to the bed and sat down among the now startled naked women.

Without warning, a small circular panel on the other end of the ceiling opened up, and a small cylinder emerged, flashing a bright white light every second or so.  A stream of white smoke spewed from the device into the room.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I have no idea" Joan replied.  "Never saw that before.  They must have kept it a secret from me."

More white smoke filled the room, reaching Rez and company first.  Within 5 seconds, they each fell lifeless onto the bed.  Quickly, I took a step back.

"What is that stuff?"  It smelled odd, and I started to feel light headed almost instantly.  Joan sniffed at the air before turning toward me with an alert look.

"Agent 15" she said.  My confused look must have tipped her off that I had no idea what that was.  "BZ" she clarified, but I was still clueless.  "Sleeping gas.  We need to get you out of here."

Joan rushed toward me and pushed me out the door to the hallway.  More white smoke greeted us, and I got a good whiff of it.  I staggered, my head spinning and my throat instantly becoming dry.  Joan got under my arm and dragged me away.  Somewhere in all the confusion, I must have dropped my gun.  All I could remember next was Joan lifting me up the stairs, resting on a step halfway up and away from the gas.

Fresh air filed my lungs, and I coughed until I felt like I would throw up.  I was parched, overheating, and my heart was racing, but at least I was alive and conscious.  I struggled to bring my mind to attention. It kept wandering off, exploring random tangents that I didn't need to be thinking about, and I kept pulling it back to the here and now.  Finally, after a few minutes, I composed myself.

"What about Tom and Cynthia?" I asked.  Joan shook her head.  She wasn't at all affected by the gas; yet another advantage of being a robot.

"What's going on in there?" Annie asked, but her voice was slowly getting drowned out by background voices coming from Jen's ear piece.

"What's happening?  Everyone's in a panic!" Jen shouted into the radio.

"Knock-out gas" I said.  "Someone activated a security system and filled the back rooms with agent..."

"Agent 15" Joan interjected.

"Yeah.  Agent 15.  Is it in the main area too?" I asked.

"I don't think so, but people are rushing away from the back toward the exits" Jen explained.

"Just be careful in there."

"Agent 15?  They had a secret security system like that in place?  Why didn't you know about this Jack?" Annie asked.  I heard him repeat the question to her, and she decided not to respond.

Just then, Cynthia emerged from the cloud of white smoke holding a handkerchief to her mouth with one hand while dragging Tom's limp form with the other.  She saw us, and dragged Tom toward the stairs.  Joan and I helped get him up, as Cynthia took a breather.

"Are you ok?" Joan asked.

"I'll be fine" Cynthia wheezed.  "It hit Tom pretty hard."  We got Tom on his back, and made sure he had plenty of fresh air.  "No.  I'll stay here and take care of Tom.  You two get up there and keep going.  We've gone this far."

Joan nodded, and took my hand.  She dragged me up the stairs and away from Tom and Cynthia and white cloud of gas behind them.  My head was becoming clearer as we went, although the thirst remained.  The upstairs was better lit than the downstairs, but was just as stylish.  Luckily, it was clear of gas.  It appeared no one could access these rooms without access keys, or a robot girl with incredible strength, or at least an exo suit.  We broke open the VIP rooms to find most of them empty.

Before we had finished searching the rooms, Joan and I heard a blood-curdling scream of a woman abruptly stopped short somewhere nearby.  It sounded close, and it sounded bad.  This wasn't the kind of scream you'd get from someone in a panic.  This was the type you'd hear when someone was dying and untimely death.  Joan and I looked at each other and decided to skip to the end, the largest room in the upper lever where the scream came from.

Ahead of us was a large glass door, intricately decorate with frosted glass, preventing anyone from seeing in.  I was willing to bet it was bullet-proof glass too, but I had no gun with me anymore to test that theory.  We ran fast, but before we could reach the doors, another sound, or series of sounds, emanated from within.  A low grunt of a man reached our ears first, followed by a thud, and finally a groan.

Joan and I burst through the door, ripping the security locks out in the process, and stormed inside.  Joan froze, shocked by the sight within.  She was so shocked, she inadvertently dropped her weapon; the gun clattering to the ground before her.

The room was beautifully decorated, with couches, a fountain, a balcony on one end, and a large one-way glass wall overlooking the club on the other.  It looked like something that belonged in a castle in Europe, with every detail seen to.  It was impressive, and everything was spotless, except for the blood.

I smelled the blood before I saw it, but it was hard to miss.  Blood was smeared across the floor, up an intricate pillar, across the furniture, and pooled in placed on the marble floor.  However, it wasn't the blood, or the smell, or the room that caught Joan off-guard, it was the figure standing before us in the center of the room.

A young woman with bright, short, spiky red hair hovered over the form of a dying man.  She was dressed in nothing but a white and pink Japanese kimono, opened in the front revealing a breast and ample pale skin, and covered in a spray of blood.  She held a samurai sword in one hand, buried in the neck of the man she stood over.  She hadn't even noticed us, she was so concentrating on her kill.

The man looked up at me for a moment, his eyes connecting to mine.  It was Liberati.  I could see his plea for help in his eyes, before she twisted the sword in his neck.  With a bone-snapping crack, his eyes dimmed of all life, and all that was left of the last of the Liberati family was a pile of broken flesh, bone, and blood.  A pool of blood grew quickly around his mangled corpse, while the girl wiped blood from her face.

Slowly, she looked up at us, her gaze intensifying on Joan.  There was something twisted and sadistic in her eyes.  She was smiling the entire time, as though she enjoyed her job as an assassin, but her sadistic grin grew wider when she looked at Joan.  Her voice rang out with clarity and disdain as she pulled the sword out of the body of the man and flicked the blood off it in traditional samurai style.

"Hello... sister."


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Chapter 27 here.

[liliwinnt6]

First, before reading your story,

-I've waited a long time for this.
-Humph... Haven't we all.

[gynoneko]

Sorry this was a short chapter. I am already half done with the next one, which changes the game.
I hope to have it out soon.

Did you guys like this chapter????

[TW]

Absolutely I did! I'll write a more thorough review later, but you definitely seem to have the formula down, along with some tantilizing twists! I won't lie that I check daily for an update to this story, and I hope to see more of it soon.

[liliwinnt6]

Well, I like the entire story so far. By the way, you always have a mysterious ending of every chapter that has the next chapter partially covered, this made us dying waiting for. And why would Liberati get killed? Is that girl 262 who did the killing?

[gynoneko]

Yeah, 262 is standing over him holding a katana in his neck. Next chapter should be up soon