Hell's Kitchen, late night ...
The devil's kitchen call. A name that
more suitable, given the large life criminal who was born there and still there is
refuge.
And that's where, on one of the tallest buildings,
held a small meeting.
A woman standing next to
parapet. It is small and petite, but not too thin.
wears jeans and a black leather jacket that is slightly abundant.
head in a black beret, at the foot of the boots.
hands move constantly, going now to remove the sunglasses that door,
hours to recover. Astride on the wall, however, is a man.
almost seven feet tall, has blue eyes and blond-gray hair
where the right hand moves continuously. He wears jeans and a leather jacket
, but at the foot of the door waterproof boots.
The third figure, which is held slightly to one side, resting his back against the wall
nearby. Tall, with blacks hair and blue eyes.
wears shorts, a polo shirt and sneakers. Heedless of the wind
, looking for something in his pockets. The girl walks back and forth nervously
obviously worried. Try to stay
, but apparently can not do it very well:
"You did a great
own bullshit."
The man on the wall says.
His blue eyes are staring at those blacks totally her. The girl initially
maintains his eye, but when his anger is not
, looks down. The other, still secure,
answers
"I repeat for the 37th time. I was not. "
" Then who? Who besides the two of us had the authority to tell him what to do? "
Man, laughing, responds "Authority? The two of us? We are terrorists, not soldiers
. Here there is no authority. "
" Come on, you know what I mean
. Ramì Jarrah was one of the few real men I knew.
not take orders from anyone. Only two of us. This is because there
respected. We were the only ones he trusted. But look what it
you have to do ... "
The man suddenly snaps. With a single leap
covers a distance of about three meters, bringing the girl in front
. This raises effortlessly, bringing their two
faces almost touching. Almost hissing, said:
"Repeat it again and you shatter the
head. It was not me to kill branches. I've already lost too many people
because of this stupid question. I would never ask for this.
Mai. Sam, I miss you too? "
The guy leaning against the wall,
until that moment remained silent, it should immediately alert.
Continue to keep a safe distance, menacing gaze is fixed
bad man.
The girl initially surprised, then smiled sweetly.
"Of course you should not miss Cameron"
"So, if you really do not trust,
use your power ... Find out if it's true or not,"
"..."
"Next do it! "
" I've already done ... It 's the first thing I did when I arrived here
. "
" So you know I'm telling the truth. "
"And you know, right?"
"Well, yes."
"I knew it ... But if it was not me and neither do you ... "
Cala a tense silence, stretching out like an octopus stretching its tentacles
, enveloping everyone present. The boy,
put his back against the wall and with a cigarette in his mouth, lights a flame
crackling on his finger. He stands by it
for a few seconds, then use it to light his cigarette.
a snap and the flame has disappeared, as if it never existed
.
Cameron, then, gives voice to the thoughts that plague all
"Who can be so powerful as to persuade Ramì to blow themselves up? "
***
NY bugle
Explosion at Kahiwa
Yesterday, at about 2 pm, has been a tremendous explosion
Kahiwa islands. The financial statements,
still provisional, they speak of 147 dead and 183 wounded, including 91 so
serious. The magnitude of the explosion was such that
dig a crater about 1 km in diameter with a depth of 50 meters. Now, the
waters that bathe the islands were given to do to cover up what
havoc. E ', however, certain that the person responsible is the murderer sought
Ramì Jarrah, a mutant with the ability to Arabic
to create waves and thermal explosions. It was found that was immune to his powers, but
clearly the scope of the explosion forced him to sacrifice
yet to complete its task.
A quick news updates.
(following image with a perfectly round lake, caused by '
explosion of Arabic)
Rubinkova Katrina, which publishes the bugle NY
***
Danger Room, the room night
is in full swing.
does his best, led by a perfect artificial intelligence,
to overwhelm the girl who is at the center of the room. But she does not
yields, not retreat. Do not succumb.
green eyes and brown hair, wearing the traditional suit of
'X-team. She woke with a start in the middle of the night and
, to discharge and groped
to stem the river of his thoughts, he set the room on the maximum difficulty. Hundreds of holograms
try in every way to hit the 'x-girl, but there's no way
. Each target is promptly electrocuted by a shock
launched by the girl. A field of electricity is always active
around the girl's body, cutting off the attack. Every now and then teleports
, with a small flash of light from one side of the room
. The machine struggling to keep up. Then
last resort option, almost unseemly to use with a member
expert. Boxes of rubber as big as cars began to rain
him, and despite all the efforts of the girl, no sign of slowing
. In panic stops bring paintings. He closes his eyes
, some of its end, when everything falls silent.
next to her stands a man completely covered with metal. Fully supports the effort
weight of two plastic blocks, and looks with a smile.
The door opens, and in the dark indicates that the deactivation of the room,
she opens her eyes. Smiling man. Then enter the pale when he sees
principal. The light that emanates in the midst of the darkness, it seems
almost blinding.
"Leon S-sorry ..." he mutters plan.
"No excuse Marika. You could have been dying. Bravo Seth, for the intervention
providential. "
" I told you I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "
plan takes the girl, almost pleading.
"Go to your room. Now. " responds with
hard man.
watch them roll away, looking with
dejected Leon Seth, and together they go away, leaving the room in complete danger
silence.
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