(Octavian 28, 59 / 10:22AM)

(Military Complex)

Agents, Senators, Judges, Kennedy, Golden, Reed, The Dark Angels.

And Even Luke.

All felt a wall of air slammed across their backs or faces, the intensity of the forceful wave coming from none other than the front entrance of the courthouse. In just half a second, Luke glanced from behind to witness the fast and closing cloud of smoke already drawn near.

Being encompassed by the giant cloud of smoke, Luke closed his eyes as he covered his mouth and nose with just his left hand. Since the explosion managed to jolt his soul-crushing knees back up, Luke stood up with both of his heels steadily on the ground.

But even then, he couldn’t see, let alone hear as tinnitus screamed against the corners of his ears.

(Luke’s thoughts) What’s going on?!

Slowly, he opened his eyes as some smoke and dust got into the lower areas of his eyelids. His eyes already stinging from the building-up grime inside of his eyelids, he used the right sleeve of his leather jacket to wipe away the grime.

Yet he still couldn’t breathe.

(Luke’s thoughts) Wait, can the explosion be…?

His hand was then grabbed by something, something that was coarse and dry.

The thing resembled and felt like a hand, a hand that had never felt the sensation of silky smooth cream a day in its life. With one sudden push, the coarse hand that held onto Luke’s right hand…

Dragged him out as his legs and feet were now in motion.

(Luke’s thoughts) That hand can only belong to…

(David) Damn it, move!

Feeling David’s hand pulled him out of the sensible state that he was in, Luke continued to work his knees and feet which were dying of lack of oxygen.

Luckily for him, David had his eyes wide open, despite dust and smoke molesting the insides of his irises. In the cloud of smoke that both were in, David not only grabbed Luke’s hand with his right, but David wielded a heavy metal object on his left.

And with a simple push, David caused the device to sweep away the multitude of dust and smoke. As the rest of The Dark Angels, all ceased their coughing and choking, the nine of them looked around to see that the cloud of dust was gone. Even though they could see fine now…

It meant that others could see them as clear as day.

(President Reed) Don’t let them escape!

(David) Get outside now!

In no time, all of The Dark Angels made a bee-line to the metal door that was blown away from the center.

But as they barely reached the front end of the blown-up door, every agent managed to surround them, blocking their way from reaching the outside.

(President Reed) Don’t kill them! But give them a good thrashing!

With just their fists, all of the agents circled them, but unlike an unruly mob of gangsters, they all patiently formed a circle as they formed fighting stances.

Luna tightened her fists as she looked at some of the agents that were blocking the hole, with a couple of them that she remembered too well.

(Luna) You two, move.

(Agent Eren) You know we can’t do that.

(Benn) After everything we went through.

(Agent Ada) Not my fault that you’re working for a sinner, you damn sharky.

Benn and Luna scrunched up their fists in front of them, giving the two agents that were in front deathly glares that were soon returned with glares back.

Being at a standstill, Luke and the others were in the back of both Benn and Luna who were in a staring contest with the two agents. As Luke looked around the building, he noticed that many of the senators and judges quickly stumbled and tripped over the pews.

All the while leaving through a fire exit that was given to situations such as these.

(Luke) David, how do we get out of here?

(David) I’m not a planner, son. I’m more of a shooter and fighter. You look more the type to get us out of here.

(Luke) But I don’t know how…

Jack and Miles both notice a woman with above average height, a woman who wears sunglasses and a black tuxedo. Having both of her hands motionless to her thighs, she cocked her head to the left as she let out a little grin.

A grin that had a hint of lust with it.

(Spartan Alexandra) You two are not going anywhere~

(Jack) Uh, yes we are.

(Miles’s thoughts) We got the shit end of the stick here huh.

(Jack’s thoughts) I read you loud and clear bro.

Both men let out a trickle of sweat come down from their temples, as they saw the woman lick her lips softly and seductively as she pinned her eyes on mostly Miles.

A bluish light came out from both ends of Miles’s wrists, forming two blue sharp shields that were suitable for mostly fighting as they had spikes latched on the front of it. Activating his blessing, Miles placed his left foot back while he honed his heels deep into the white-marbled floor.

Stan and his group noticed another random group of agents all eyeing them, with most of them carrying wooden bats that were latched with metal nails. Being the only one that could fight properly, Stan placed himself in front of Fred, Gary, and Diego. By spreading both arms out wide to shield them, a burning sensation started to crawl onto his right hand.

The hand was still recovering from its massive injury.

(Stan’s thoughts) Why does it still hurt?!

Last but not least, Luke, Hope, and David all took a whiff of two men who slowly walked forward as they made a little line that the agents made for them.

One man was an agent who had on a black fedora, with both of his hands deep inside of his tuxedo suit. The tip of the fedora blocked his eyes, the invisible gaze was directed only by Luke alone.

Meanwhile, another man walked along with him, a man having a blonde mullet on the back side of his hair; with the top side being completely bald. Unlike the agent, the semi-old man swayed his hands back and forth as he started to eye the blonde-haired beauty who began to hide behind David.

(David) Golden.

(Judge Golden) Are you working for the sinners now? David, the “One Shot Wonder?”

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(David) Don’t remind me of that name…

(Judge Golden) Why? It was a perfect name that suited you in battle. Don’t tell me you lost your toughness from the demi-human skirmishes.

David put both of his hands deep into his leather jacket, his right hand fiddling and grazing against the contents of the fabric. While putting both of his feet into a slightly crouched position, he extended his left hand and arm to put Hope in the back of him.

As for Luke, he ground his enamels against one another, as the blonde-haired agent tilted his head down to look at the young man.

(Luke) Why … Why did you do that?

(Agent Briggs) I could’ve said the same thing to you…

(Luke) What? But I didn’t do anything…

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(Octavian 28, 59 / 10:24AM)

(Luna) I ain’t being chained!

Putting both of her hands onto her hips, Luna pulled out two metal batons that she gripped heavily with her palms. Pushing both buttons on the sides of the two metals, two twin-bladed blades shot out from the insides of both metals.

Using her right hand, she pointed the sword directly at Eren, who brought out a small assault sniper rifle.

Carrying the small sniper rifle that had an automatic trigger similar to an AR, Eren pointed the long metal barrel straight at Luna.

(Agent Eren) I generally don’t like shooting. So I’m giving you a chance to back off and just surrender.

(Luna) Bite me.

(Agent Eren) sighs

To the left of him, Ada put both of her hands inside her suit’s jacket, her fingers grasping onto two metal objects that were safely deep in her pockets. Pulling out two knuckle dusters, she swiftly jabbed them onto her knuckles, allowing her hands to be full of lethality.

Lifting both hands onto the same height as her face, she began to glare at the shark-human that also did the same stance as she did.

(Agent Ada) I’m going to take my time with you.

Benn didn’t muster a comeback, silently glaring back at the short woman who wore circular glasses.

Luna took the first lung forward, kicking off the ground with her right heel as the floor beneath her cracked open. Extending her arms in back of her, Eren put his right finger on the trigger as he quickly aimed down on the scope of the assault sniper rifle.

Firing a load of bullets onto the sprinting tanned beauty, Luna swiftly closed her eyes as she then vanished.

Leaving behind just a puff of dust and smoke, Eren turned in the back of—

Luna lightly sliced Eren’s chest, with bits of blood smearing onto her right blade.

(Luna) Lightwork.

Despite the slash being not so deep, Eren dropped his assault rifle sniper onto the ground, his blood staining the white floor that had dust littering it.

With the gun making a loud clunk on the ground, Luna didn’t even look back as she vanished again, most notably to the hole that was right in front of her. As for Ada and Benn who began to fight, Benn dodged to the left of Ada as she threw a barrage of punches.

But Benn’s legs weren’t as fast as his body.

Making a lucky hit, Ada managed to bite down her knuckle swiper onto Benn’s left shoulder, causing him groan in pain. Walking backward, Benn placed his right hand onto his bruised and bloodied left shoulder, as another punch was directed toward him.

This time, toward his face.

(Agent Ada’s thoughts) I’m going to arrange that disgusting large nose of yours!

With no other choice, Benn raised both of his hands to block his face, having his knuckles and bones be the forefront to take the brunt. The knuckle sweeper made direct contact with Benn’s knuckles, a small gust of wind forced his eyes to open, as bits of air got deep into his eye sockets.

In no time, his own hands seemingly flopped down onto the ground below, as if his hands were a similar bone structure to jello. The force of the punch made him stumble backward, he landed and sat right on the border of the courthouse and the outside.

Ignoring his back, he couldn’t even motion his hands, as if his knuckles and bones shattered into a million pieces.

His own hands let out a stream of blood that drenched his forearms down to his shoulders. Noticing bits of bone and marrow releasing out from the open holes of his hand, Benn lay down on the floor as he tried to dig his heels to push himself forward.

But Ada placed her right boot on top of Benn’s throat.

(Agent Ada) Eren is injured, so I guess it’s payback for what that bitch has done to him, right?

Slowly, Ada pushed the brunt of her heel on top of Benn’s Adam’s apple, causing Benn to wheeze and gasp. Without the ability to surrender or tap out, he pushed his arms forward as his vision started to blur. Seeing this, Ada just looked at Benn with a cold and deadpan face, as not even the light was enough to penetrate the look of darkness—

A hand grabbed her left ankle, the person’s fingers gripping deeply onto her skin.

Glancing from the back of her, Ada took in the slow breathing Eren that lay on the ground, with no blood being traced amongst his mouth or face.

(Agent Eren) Don’t … kill him …

Ada looked down at Eren, as she continued to have her boot on the now groaning Benn whose face began to turn purple. Ignoring Benn, Ada let out a scoff at Eren’s words, folding both of her arms as she tilted her head upward.

(Agent Ada) I’m just putting him in his place—

A vertical slash was formed from Ada’s chest to her stomach, the cut being similar to Erens.

Instead of having her chest slam on the floor, she put her right knee on the dust-filled floor that had bits of metal sticking out from the ground. Having her right hand on her chest, her palms began to have a small stream of blood while looking up at the woman with twin-bladed blades on both hands.

(Luna) Only I put my friends in their place.

Glancing at the group that was still fighting against the number of agents, Luna let out a huff while she pushed both buttons from her two metal batons. The blades being brought back into the metal, she swiftly placed them onto her hips that were holstered on her sides.

And with ease, she scooped up and carried Benn, despite him being twice the size of Luna.

(Luna) Hurry up! We got to leave now!

(Jack’s thoughts) Does it look like I want to stay here?!

Jack couldn’t wield his typical sniper rifle since it would lead to a barrage of bullets that many of the agents were on standby for.

Instead, the only thing that he can do is just analyze Alexandra’s movements to the letter, as he squinted his eyes into the depths of her mind.

But that’s easier said than done when…

(Jack’s thoughts) She needs Jesus.

A person’s lust is filled with provocative thoughts.

Being in a sweaty frenzy, Jack made a deadpan face all the while Miles did the heavy work, with him being the one to fight Alexandra head-on. With Alexandra moving effortlessly with just the tips of her toes, she lunged her right boot onto the left side of Miles’s face.

Unlike Benn, Miles moved his right jagged shield onto his left temple, with the force of the kick swaying his hair to the right.

Keeping her foot on the shield, Alexandra used her left heel that she had pressurized on the ground to push herself off. Being in the air, her clothes flapped against the wind as she had her body aiming directly on top of Miles.

(Jack) Get back Miles!

Letting gravity come into effect, Alexandra used her left foot similar to a guillotine straight from hell. In just half a second, a blast of wind crashed forth onto Miles’s left shield saving him in the knick of time.

Either good luck or bad luck, Miles stumbled backward as the bluish light that created and formed his weaponized shields began to flicker. His breathing was already heavy, Miles opened his mouth to let his throat be molested by the rapid income of air.

(Jack) Miles, let’s go.

(Miles) I … can’t …

(Jack) You just gotta move those legs.

(Miles) I … can’t even … move—

(Spartan Alexandra) Come here, boy!~

In an instant, Alexandra grabbed Miles’s motionless hand that was below his waist, pulling him close to her body.

Having him hostage, Miles couldn’t raise his arms and hands as his entire body became consumed by the forceful pressure that he endured from Alexandra’s kick. Wrapping her right arm around Miles’s neck, Miles had no choice but to let the spartan take him like a little male doll.

A doll that was all hers.

(Miles’s thoughts) Honestly … I don’t mind this.

(Jack’s thoughts) What the hell bro…

Alexandra let out a seductive grin while she placed her chest on the center of Miles’s back. Having her left hand inside of her suit, she then took out a drill, a tool that was most generally used for building shacks.

But the drill didn’t look like it built shacks, as the tip of it contained a sparkling current that ran through the battery and back of the tool. Pushing the side button of the drill, an abundance of sparks spurred out from the highly volatile drill that soon hovered over Miles’s left abdomen.

(Jack) Woah woah! You need him alive right? That thing could kill him.

(Spartan Alexandra) If you want him to not be a jumble of sparks and such, then please surrender to me as well~

(Jack) I think you mean surrender to the government…

(Spartan Alexandra) Whatever works~

Jack bit his lower lip as he looked around the courthouse to find anything that he could fight with. With no weapon or piece of equipment available to him, Jack started to sweat profoundly as the electric drill started to slowly edge its way onto Miles’s torso.

But at that moment, Jack had an epiphany.

Placing both of his hands inside his leather jacket, he looked for a simple metal container that was in the trenches of his pocket. Feeling the tip of the metal, Jack grabbed it with much-needed intensity.

(Spartan Alexandra) If you pull a gun or a weapon, you know what happens right?

(Jack) I know. I’m just going to dump whatever is in my pockets, that's all.

Wrapping the metal canister with his left hand, he pulled both of his hands out from his leather jacket pocket, showcasing the piece of metal. As the rest of the agents and even Alexandra saw in awe, she hovered the drill centimeters away from Miles’s torso.

Opening up his right palm, he placed whatever was inside the container onto it, revealing itself to be a white crystal.

(Jack) See, nothing but a simple crystal.

Softly extending the crystal outward, Jack got everyone’s attention on the white substance in front of him. Tilting her head to the right, Alexandra scrunched up her face.

And pushed the button to turn off the electric drill.

Her lips being pushed down to her jawline, she inhaled an abundance of air as her nostrils started to flare. The grip of the drill started to creak and crack under the death grip that she bestowed upon it, her seductive grin was clearly wiped clean with a glaring frown.

(Spartan Alexandra) What is that…

Making a warm and sweaty grin, the white crystal that was starting to sprinkle and spread onto his palm began to be stained by the sweat. Taking a single step forward, he extended his right hand more as some of the agents started to pull out their weapons as they analyzed Jack’s movements.

(Jack) Don’t worry. This is not cocaine.

The white crystal was then dropped from Jack’s hand, landing harshly on the white-marbled floor.

(Jack’s thoughts) And it isn’t meth either.

Upon contact, created an explosion that was a complete rip-off to the previous one.

As the shockwave traversed the area around Jack, he was the first one to be pushed back against the wave, as his entire body got crushed by the sudden mesmerizing pressure. Flying in the air, he closed his eyes as his eyeballs felt like they were being forced back into his skull.

Landing outside of the hole, his back slammed onto the marbled food with a thundering thump, as some harsh metal managed to pierce his back. Coughing out bits of smoke and dust from his lungs, he spread both of his arms out wide while slowly opening up his eyes.

Luna folded her arms, letting out a huff.

(Jack) I made it…