Fuck another crazy dude trying to kill me. What would be my luck that this shit would happen again so soon?

“Don’t tell me you were sent by Brandon and that crazy bitch of a mother he has,” I said, annoyed.

“I'm not sure what you're talking about, kid. I can’t tell you who our employer is, but I can say with odd most confidence his name is not Brandon,” said Kamil straight-faced.

Suddenly, it hit me: Dam, do I have someone else I have to watch out for?

This was getting to be too much. Who the fuck did I cross or offend now to have another group of wackos coming after me.

“You say it's not Brandon, ok. But what did I do to piss off your employer? Can you at least answer me that?” I asked questioningly.

Kamil looked at me and just shook his head.

“No,” he said coldly.

“Make this easy on yourself and just come with us quietly. We’ll go to a nice desolate and tranquil place to have a long chat,” he said like we were friends.

I looked at him and the other three guys standing before me. By instinct, my GB and healing skills kicked in by themselves. My body gave off a quick golden-silver glow before returning to normal.

The change was so obscured that you would have to have an excellent eye to pick it up, and to my bad luck, Kamil has just such eyesight.

“It seems you will not be coming with us quietly,” he said while making some hand gestures to his partners. They resembled military tactical signals, used to send prearranged messages without talking.

This surprised me a bit. I hadn’t expected it from them; this group seemed better prepared than Damians.

“Could the person who sent this group know me personally,” I thought.

What other reason would they have to send what looked like a specialized hit squad after me if they didn’t know what I was capable of?

This piqued my interest.

“Doro, Faruh, keep your distance and watch for the wind blades. Intel says they can chop you into 100 pieces,” said Kamil as he relayed messages to his team.

Doro was the skinny punk with the tattoos and the red hair,

“Got it,” he said, moving to my right.

I looked around and still couldn’t see Damian.

“What the hell is this Damian doing? Hasn’t he realized I’ve been gone for a while now?” I said, trying to figure out why he had not come out yet to look for me.

Yes, I could deal with this group.

It might take me some time to get going, but I had no doubts I could win. But that wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted to remain under the radar, but fights like this one made it extremely difficult.

I needed to remain anonymous as much as possible, so if I had someone who could deal with this little issue without me having to get my hands dirty, why wouldn’t I take advantage of that?

Faruh, the other muscle-bound henchman, started going to my left.

“Shit, this is not what I need right now,” I kept thinking.

I looked around, but still no Damian.

I couldn’t let the fourth guy get behind me, or they would block me from all sides. That would make the fight a little harder than I wanted.

“You know what, I’ll just use my wind walk to get away. I’ll move so fast that they won’t be able to catch up with me,” I told myself.

As Kamil and his men were getting ready, I jumped at the opportunity to take off.

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I sprinted towards Faruh and, by instinct, activated wind walk. I jumped mid-air about three feet away from him, keeping my stride in the sprint.

As I reached him, I kicked out with my right foot to his chest, catching him completely off guard. He was not expecting me to move that fast.

The kick sent him flying back about 10 feet, but I noticed he had activated an armor skill right before my foot landed on his chest. I could feel my feet kick something tough, like hitting stone. This was the first time I felt something like that.

“Oh shit, these guys are professionals,” was my first thought after landing the kick.

This shitty situation just got serious.

I kept my stride after the kick, and using wind walk, in about 5 seconds, I had opened an enormous gap in distance between us, about 300 ft.

I had left the parking lot at InnovaTech and was now running/gliding down Prosperity Blvd.

I didn’t want to turn back to see if they were following because I knew that they would, and they were. I could still hear some of the chatter between them.

“Doro, try to catch up to him; I’ll try to cut him off near Windsor St,” said Kamil.

Even though I was flying, so was Doro. I’m not sure how, as my wind technique was a tier one, but sure enough, there he was about 50 feet behind me.

“Misha, have you checked on Faruh? How is he?” Kamil then asked the four henchman.

“He is ok; he just got the wind knocked out of him,” said Misha as he checked on Doro.

“He says that the chest guard he had on took the brunt of the kick. It's useless now; that was cyber equipment from Thurmis, top-notch rivaling a tier-one armor skill. So that kid is extremely dangerous,” followed up Misha.

I kept running down Prosperity when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted what looked like a park or something with a bunch of trees on my left side. I sprinted that way, hoping I could lose them inside the tree line.

Suddenly, my CAD started buzzing as a call was coming in.

I answer it right away.

“Prime, where the hell did you take off too,” said Damian as his face popped up on the display.

“This motherfucker” was my first thought, but then I remembered that I was being chased and quickly composed myself.

“Fuck Damian, I got jumped by four guys at the parking lot,” I said while gliding as fast as I could towards the park.

Damian’s face quickly went front playful to shitfaced.

“What? Are you fucking with me, prime?” he said worriedly.

“No, I’m not fucking with you, I waited for you to come out as I figured you would since I had already taken a long time, but you never did. So, I had to find a way out. So here I am, gliding down Prosperity, going to a park close to Windsor St,” I said, trying not to lose focus on where I was.

Gliding and talking on the CAD required significant concentration. If I make one wrong turn, I could end up splattered on the side of a building. Worse was that Doro was right behind me.

“Shit, prime, why didn’t you just take care of them like you did my crew,” asked Damian, a little confused.

“I don’t understand why you’re running; you have more than enough skills to deal with anyone out there,” he continued.

“Are you dumb or what? I’m only 15. If anyone sees me fighting these men, what do you think they are going to ask,” I said, a little bemused.

“How will it look if I use top-tier skills on a professional strike team when I'm not awoken yet? No, I need you to take care of this; I don’t need to be involved,” I continued.

“Well, if that is the case, you will have to wait for me. I know where the park is, but it's about 10 miles down the road, so it will take me 10 to 15 minutes to be there,” said Damian as he got in his car.

“Shit, just get here as soon as possible,” I said as I hung up the call.

The park was just in front of me. I continued to glide, thinking I had enough time to elude Doro and hide inside the treeline when suddenly I saw a huge bright red beam head straight towards me out of the corner of my right eye.

“Shit” was the only word that came to mind before the ray hit me.

Instantly, my RSS and GB attributes kicked in, as did the healing attributes.

There was a bright golden hue right before this bright red beam of light hit me on my right side.

BOOM, BANG!!

There was this massive explosion that reverberated for miles around.

I lifted my arms to protect my face, but this beam was so strong that it knocked me sideways and flung me about 100 feet to my left.

I ended up crashing into a giant rubber tree.

“Fuck, that hurt,” I cried out as I got up from the ground.

I looked at my surroundings; I couldn’t believe what I saw.

It looked like a mini-nuke had gone off in the area.

Right at the spot where I had been hit by this red beam, a huge crescent shape at least 50 feet wide flowed out from the impact point.

I looked at myself; I had no shirt on, and my pants looked like they had gone through a shredder.

I could still see the impact point on my body. It was a giant red dot that extended from the top of my right shoulder, encompassing all of my biceps areas, down to my elbow. The red dot also reached my right peck and shoulder blade area.

My healing skill was starting to take care of the damaged area, and I could see my skin changing to a normal color.

“Fuck boy, you must be carrying some excellent skills,” came a voice from in front.

I looked up to see Kamil and Doro standing about 30 feet away.

“That was the strongest blast from my Gleave weapon,” said Kamil, looking astonished.

“No one has ever survived a direct hit from it; it’s comparable to getting hit by the tier-one skill Sunbeam from the Zigmis group,” he continued while looking at me amused.

“What are we going to do, boss,” said Doro, a little hesitant.

“He just took your best shot, and yes, his clothes are in tatters, but it doesn’t look like he even got a scratch on him,” he continued.

“Don’t worry, Doro. Let's wait for Faruh and Misha to get here, and then we will hit him with all our combined force. I don’t think he will be able to withstand all four of our tier-one weapons,” said Kamil with a smile.

“If that doesn’t work out, then we will fall back on to plan B,” he said now with an evil grin.

“We will go pick up his little girlfriend Eva and make him submit to us!”