The public relations manager of the megalopolis trio paced back and forth as he hugged himself. "How's he holding up, Floquet? I need you to tell me that you've figured out a resolution." Nathaniel prayed as Floquet entered the room. The lemon chiffon physician wrapped his arm around the public relations manager's shoulder as he turned him away from Josue. "This condition he's in is, unfortunately, something that I've never encountered, Nate. The only news I have for you is that he still has stable breathing and is in spectacular condition physically. Sorry, buddy." Floquet reminded him with as much genuineness in his tone and words as he could share. Nathaniel remained seated in his chair at Josue's side with his right hand covering his mouth.
A young man straps his violet boots as he rests on a stool in an art gallery. "This world can't keep me as capable as an ant under a boot!" The violet clad vigilante thought to himself as he made sure that his blade was sharpened and his boots were refueled.
The Trio walked leisurely through their favorite park part of their patrol. Ember picked small portions of cotton candy she bought from a vendor. "Aleph's vacation seems over. I checked his apartment and it has new tenants." She enlightened her brothers with a disappointed tone. Lyle tossed away his caramel apple's stick in a passing trash can. "Either of you remember encountering him?" He asked with a curiosity filled tone. Artus held a full mouth of cotton candy from multiple servings but did his best to swallow. "There was a kerfuffle I interrupted near his apartment once and he came out to offer me a trial of one of his cigars one time." He regaled with an endearing tone as he looked towards the sky.
Ember crossed her arms. "That reminds me to confront you. Art, I appreciate it sometimes but please stop shouting and waving every time we're in the same station." Ember confronted her brother with an irked tone. Lyle offered to clash wrists with his brother. "Dap me up every time. you know why." He butted in with as much of an ecstatic tone as they've heard from him. Artus clashed wrists with his brother. "This is reminding me of the time Ember came out of nowhere and saved you from Livia stalking you." He responded as he began reminiscing. The violet clad vigilante spied on the Trio from a comfortable distance with his binoculars in one hand and a duffel bag in his other. "Security held this city annoyingly tight. I'd probably have an easier time breaking out of prison." He thought to himself. Artus broke out into laughter by what the oath's blue-stocking blade had regaled of that memory. "Every other time hadn't you two stalemated or she won?" Artus asked his sister with a noticeably curious tone. Ember slouched on the bench with her arms crossed. "Let's not dwell on the past. Let's change the topic here." Ember insisted before she leaned forward, covering her face.
Lyle checked the time on his police issued communication device. "The art gallery is almost opened, Art." He had reminded his brother. Artus patted his stomach as the trio heard it rumbling. "I'll be on time for the volunteer shift. First, I'm starving, gonna get anything but baked eggs with goat cheese this time." He responded. Lyle snatched his siblings' attention while they were speaking to one another after he noticed that a stranger built around his size in bright turquoise gear with violet accents. The siblings activated their helmets' mouth concealing feature. He had a turquoise heart emblem with a double crescent bladed sword in the center on his chest approaching from a distance with a crowd staring at him. Artus and Ember admired the violet trunks he wore over his turquoise tights.
Lyle refused to remove his gaze away from the stranger while observing him up and down. "Knives strapped on his chest, R-UY steel gauntlets for defense and heavy layers of body armor for optimal protection and in his hand is obviously a retractable blade." He noted aloud to his siblings beside him. Artus conjured a sniper rifle and had it trained on the approaching stranger. "What's R-UY steel now and how worried should we be about facing it?" Artus asked with a worrisome tone. Lyle equipped his twin pistols as he faced the violet clad stranger refusing to remove his pupils from them. "On a scale of ten. Seven." He answered his brother with his usual relaxed tone.
Ember scoffed and rolled her eyes, she then conjured a bastard sword. "Everybody seems to be able to afford the strongest materials these days." She added before sighing. The Trio watched as the man collapsed the blade yet threw his sword's grip high flying their way. Lyle and Ember were confused but their eyes returned to their mysterious opponent but Artus kept his eyes on the grip. He noticed it continued to soar their way as the man approached them until he finally realized it's moving oddly. It began flying downwards with intense speed, Artus blasted the grip with his sniper, shifting its direction, saving his elder sister by a hair. She looked at the sword and its blade was stuck in the grass. Moving his arms and fingers in an elegant yet simultaneously strange fashion, Lyle could only think of those he was trained with how precise his movements were. He sprinted toward him for a close encounter battle but halfway to him, the stranger's retractable blade came jetting his way, Artus called this to Lyle's attention, saving him with a shout. The soaring blade stopped perfectly in the stranger's face, a few inches closer and it looked like he would've taken himself out.
Ember summoned a bastard sword to clash with his own, and as their blades continuously got acquainted with one another, Ember's speed began to get too overwhelming for the stalking vigilante. "Guh— what's with this girl's stamina too?!" He wondered while being forced on defense. Though a trick with his double sided collapsible blade failed against her, he could tell that he surprised her with his talent wielding such a difficult weapon. Ember dashed away before spinning her bastard sword in a taunting manner. "That pretty logo gave that low brained party trick away, by the way." She teased before sprinting to close the distance. The brightly dressed vigilante forced her on the defensive and on the retreat after he leapt in the air, training the lilac colored energy source that his boots utilized in an attempt to burn her before taking flight. Lyle patted his brother on the chest. "That's our queue to regroup and secure the arrest." He said before sprinting to his sister's hip. Artus smacked his thighs with his knuckles. "If we earn an earful from her because she's locked with their fight— I guess duty comes first!" He replied before following his brother.
Lyle unloaded his twin pistols, constraining the foreign vigilante into focusing on deflecting the bullets. "A strange lilac-colored energy source he's using to power his flight?" He noted as he sprinted. Artus squinted and observed something shiny on the attacker's boots after he snuck behind him. "Goin' for this fella's boots— nice distraction, Ly." He communicated before firing, he was guessing that it was something for him to shoot.
The brightly colored foreign vigilante's began to lose altitude while he struggled to maintain control of the direction that he flew. The foreign vigilante managed to keep Lyle's bullet from reaching him as his spinning blade remained shielding him. "Damn. Nothing breached but the shot was enough for the right heel stabilizer to be damaged?!" He noted and had questions in his thoughts. The foreign vigilante rested his right foot on the shin of his left leg before soaring away with a single functional boot to carry him.
The brothers put their guns away, Lyle holstered his twin handguns and Artus vanished his rifle. Artus noticed the vigilante attacker dropped something before he jetted away to retreat and journeyed to retrieve it. "C'mon, before breakfast, bro?!" He complained as he handed it over to his brother. Ember vanished her bastard sword. "It's twelve now, technically-- lunch." She replied while shrugging. The siblings left the scene as Lyle gently patted his brother's shoulder.
The vigilante's stomach rumbled while exiting the art gallery. "It was him that sent them all to the cruelest hell on earth. I'll become even better, then allow him to meet the cruelest depths of torment from my own hands." The vigilante angrily reflected and thought to himself. "I've got to learn this city's transit schedules." He finished as he kept his focus observing his surroundings.
Artus led his siblings through the city's public. "I guess we search the entire city now—?" Artus asked his siblings. Ember offered the clue her brother retrieved earlier back to him. "We split up and cast about for clues to where he's cowardly hiding. This arrest requires swiftness and luck over strategy and effectiveness, he could exit the three cities at any point even though the big boy managed to slow him down." She had answered with her usual powerful conviction filled tone. Artus shook his head as he accepted the return of the clue. "I can't help but feel like he could take advantage of splitting us up though, Sis." He argued against her.
Lyle held his palm over his mouth as he kept his eyes moving. "Versatile gadgets. The possibility of him being a master craftsman. Always flew too high for us to leap almost like he was taunting us. He's a stalker. It would be wise to give ourselves the opportunity for an unfair fight." Lyle added onto his brother's disagreement. Artus chuckled lightly. "Tricks up his sleeve." He blurted out.
Ember swirled lemon chiffon essence above her palm. "His blade's exceptional steel may have your styles countered but with his flight control compromised, all I have to do is limit the distance between us and he's mine." Ember noted and boasted firmly. Lyle crossed his arms as he squinted. "That's likely easier said than done but it's pretty true." He agreed.
Ember managed to move her focus away from the energy she held in her hands and prepped herself to go on the move. "Artus. with your sight you could spot him from miles away through a crowd. Lyle, with your acute smell, you could find him through any crowd. You two should search for him as a duo. We're not sure what he excels at and if we're staying together then he could have an easier time evading arrest. We don't know if he's a part of some terrorist organization or a serial killer. Lives could be on the line. We can't afford for him to remain at large." She finished reasoning. The oath's blue-stocking swordswoman had a hunch and decided to follow it.
Lyle kept his arms crossed as he stared at his sister leaving. "What made her as stubborn as she gets while facing someone with a sword?" Lyle asked his brother after he turned to face him. Artus scratched his nose. "I have a couple of theories that she'd hate, Ly." He responded. The oath's sangfroid paragon and sanguine marksman agreeably nodded at one another.
After searching in the crowds walking the streets of the entire south side of their fair city from above with his eagle rivaling sight, Artus let himself down and decided to take a break for the breakfast that he missed, he needed something to eat. Artus allowed his hunger to lead him to a Café called Carrabaro. "Could I get order four?" Artus asked the cashier. The cashier of the café clapped with each word in his response. "Yes sir, you can go have a seat and your order will be right up." He replied before stepping into the back room. The oath's sanguine marksman took himself a seat but a few minutes later, he realized that there was a knife on his side, the oath's sanguine marksman remained calm for the civilians present. "Hold still and remain calm." He heard from the vigilante's familiar voice.
Artus slowly nodded his head as he kept his hands on his hips. "Alright, okay, keep it chill and stay focused on me. I'll cooperate with you. What do you want and what can we do?" He whispered to the stranger sitting next to him. The vigilante leaned in. "Hand over the thruster component." The Crescent-hearted vigilante replied, returning the whisper. Artus leaned in much closer as well. "It would be yours already if I had it, man. Trust me." The oath's sanguine marksman responded with a calm demeanor mirroring his brother's as fixed his stare towards the vigilante's own.
The foreign vigilante lightly tapped on the table. "Damn it. A blade is at an intimate distance from the cashier's gut— show me that you care enough about them to not lie." He demanded with a monotonous tone. Artus listened to the hostage taking vigilante. The oath's sanguine marksman checked on the man behind the counter to be sure he was safe tout de suite, he found no sign of a knife.
Ember bursted with laughter before wiping her eyes. "This has not been this goon's day." She replied with relief heard in her tone. Artus fired an arrow he conjured at a training target. "When I ran out after him, he vanished in thin air. I investigated the entire area for any tier of a clue but no luck." Artus informed his siblings. Lyle slowly grinned as he leaned against their kitchen's counter. "Thankfully. He's not a terrorist or serial killer. This is a dumber case like the Zilla Sills challenge." He pointed out with his usual calm tone. Ember looked relieved along with him before balling her fist. "While we wait for a call from the station, I'm heading to the gym." She blurted out to her brothers while storming off.
Artus snapped his finger with his grin changed into a slight frown. "Yeah, bro, Aleph's gone or he'd have taken care of him by now, so we're down a member, on the bright side though, this is a chance to perfect our team work. This isn't Nathaniel we're facing this time. The only weapon that he could have that can stop us is a nuclear warhead and I have a great feeling that he didn't bring one with him." He speeches to his brother, Ember's frown faded slowly after hearing her brother right before exiting. Lyle held his arms crossed as he watched his sister exit. "We'll definitely have to protect this goon from her when the time comes, Art." He reminded his brother, still nodding agreeably. Artus' eyes widened as he heard a noise. "Bro, what if I were to tell you?" He blurted with a serious tone. Lyle continued his game of darts and scored an outer bullseye. "Yo?" He asked in return. Artus glanced around the apartment's living room. "Livia's in the room with us right now, dude." He thought aloud before bursting with laughter. Lyle stood silent as he sniffed. "Thankfully we realized this after Ember left. Return back to the station if you're here, Livia." He shouted as loud as he could manage.
The oath's blue-stocking blade's brothers met her in their headquarter's gym. The blue-stocking and sanguine marksman duo performed their daily meditation ritual, clearing their worries and staying still in a pose as their lemon chiffon essence flared up like they were flaming trees.
Artus opened his eyes. "Embs, calm down and relax before we begin. Stay relaxed and feel like the person you're giving one of your swords to the world's greatest smith to refine the tool." Artus calmly guided his big sister. Ember let out a low growl filled with frustration and restlessness.
Lyle meditated while waiting for the city's headquarters to return their call. "You would be the guy imagining a celebrity to help you refine." He commented. Ember crossed her arms with a disgruntled expression. "Ly, you've got any helpful tips than this goon?" She questioned with a frustrated tone. Lyle's eyes widened as he leaned back with his palms resting on the gym's floor. "Let me explain the idea to you real quick." Lyle asked his sister. Ember inched closer and quietly leaned in. Lyle sighed while recollecting the information and before beginning. "Zander had a relative that worked as a researcher. Our academy valued the data he collected. Zander told me that he thinks the most efficient lemon chiffon refining technique is to entertain." He enlightened his siblings regarding the theory he held onto.
Ember sat silently with low brows, criss cross. "Words from Zander. Noted, Artus. Alright, Here goes an attempt." She replied with an emphasis of disgust in her tone during the first sentence. She listened to his instructions and formed a simple bastard sword as usual. She held the name and image of the blacksmith that she regarded as the greatest in the field before she gave over her sword to Lyle. He was able to firmly grasp it briefly. Artus spectated with a proud expression the entire attempt and Lyle was prepared to cheer her up but the two swiftly took notice that instead of any sign resembling discouragement, she had already looked inspired.
Ember formed the sword back into her palms as she held it above her head. "Whereas in the past it left, now I can manage it out of my hands for six seconds, boys!" She shouted in a celebratory tone. Lyle accepted Ember's high five. "Next time. You'll get it to remain a whole minute, Emb." He insisted as he leaned against a wall.
Artus threw his hand up as his eyes widened. "I'm a moron, duplication, I should have taught you duplication as a starter lesson since it's less heavy on the essence reserves." He shouted with an ecstatic tone. Ember shook her head. "I'll learn to do it if it is a necessary step, but dual wielding isn't my style nor is it practical." She spoke clearly. Lyle lightly chuckled as he moved from the wall. "He means two different types of swords at once." He corrected his sister. Artus then formed a pistol, threw it on the ground then summoned a submachine gun.c
Lyle patted his brother's shoulder. "The way you did that was very you." He responded with a calm and lowered voice. Artus raised a brow. Ember gasped and took a foot backwards. "Where and when did he learn this though? And why are you so good?" Ember bombarded her brother with the most curious and surprised tone they've heard from her. Artus patted his sister's shoulder as he stared into her baffled eyes. "Where and when isn't the important part of this session. The how and why are though. You and I sis are going to grow together and soar higher to the citizen's top Gen-Oath rankings online after how great we'll become!" Artus shouted as he turned his back.
Ember turned her sight toward Lyle who mouthed out. "He was flirting with an older woman on the street, did it by accident, and got obsessed." Ember replied through mouthing out "Should've figured." and gave a shrug. Artus stood back turned with a proud grin and his fists on his hips. The oath's blue-stocking blade stared down at her hands and tried her best to follow his instruction to the T but to no triumph and glory to progress her powers. Minutes passed. Ember sat down in a chair at the kitchen counter of their small apartment. "Inferior to Artus and Livia?" Ember asked herself in her head with her lying it down while feeling disgraced, Lyle and Artus are all too familiar with Ember's routine when she hits a wall. The brothers followed her and sat down next to her.
The oath's social marksman sprinted to his siblings as they were resting in their apartment's living quarters yet only met his brother in the space. "Matty got back to me. He gathered our criminal's location, sibs!" Artus shouted enthusiastically as he clicked the heels of his boots which formed his suit. The sangfroid and sanguine duo stepped their way up to the apartment's roof and witnessed Ember forming a dagger but slowly in her left hand. They kept quiet to not interrupt her wondering if she could do it. The oath's blue-stocking blade had the rear bolster, handle and spine but no blade briefly. "This makes no sense!" Ember snarled after she spoke with an agitated tone. Artus revealed himself while applauding as Lyle followed him. "Just keep going, I actually didn't master these additions quickly either, it took me almost a year." Artus replied and informed her.
The Trio arrived at their city's stretching and transferring train station, no minute passed without everyone that was waiting on their trains attention shifted towards them. Ember conjured a bastard sword as she stepped towards the few crowds. "We'll need everyone to remain calm, following everyone line up and separate six inches!" She shouted urgently with the voice masking feature of her helmet. Lyle recognized genuine shock, confusion and horror on every face in his sight. The oath's sangfroid paragon glanced over to his right, witnessing a double bladed sword forming a helical spiral jetting towards him. "What was that blur?!" A train station attendee shouted in horror before they managed to incite a panic in the numerous other bystanders. The station was being evacuated as the vigilante stood in the crowd. The Trio's turquoise clad aggressor grasped the sword's handle as it returned to his hand. "Name's Crescent-heart." He introduced himself before his domino mask's lens went white, "a-At least now I get the opportunity to take back my boot's component." He thought to himself as he moved into a stance.
The vigilante saw Lyle reaching for his guns, he swiftly removed a pair of daggers attached to his belt and tossed them nearby. The daggers didn't allow any bullet to make it near the Trio's aggressor. Ember immediately dashed into close quarters with the fleeing aggressor and this time she was holding back twenty-percent less, anymore and she could kill him. He struggled to hold up against her astounding speed. The oath's blue-stocking blade overpowered him to the ground after he attempted to reposition above everyone's heads. He covered his eyes as he was recovering on his knees before the vigilante tossed a flash grenade and blinded her along with Lyle and Artus. The Trio rubbed their eyes after being exposed to the grenade's brightness. The vigilante performed a sprinting double legged dropkick on the oath's blue-stocking blade which knocked her to down on her back.
The vigilante found himself paralyzed by the sound of a crow. It sounded otherworldly in his ears. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he held an anxious expression under his mask. He looked toward where he heard it and saw creatures that had an uncanny resemblance to bulkier. black crows with heterochromia eyes that swarmed in the sky. The vigilante backed away briefly before dashing away at full speed. "M-murder?!" He whispered as he stammered. The Trio's eyes started to get better, their sight began to return to normal as they got off the ground with Artus' returning last.
Artus joined his Siblings' sides eventually and recognized the creatures. "The curse of the Snivlacs. I'd rate this at a seven out of ten on the inconvenience chart." He commented with a worryfree tone. Ember enjoyed the sight of the swarm. "Familiar with these things, how, Art?" Ember questioned her little brother as she prepped a sword to fight when they attacked. Artus shook his head as he gestured for her to put her sword away. "Snivlacs. Kacey and I came across these things when we worked together. I had to learn a lesson that case. Don't attack them or they'll come at an inconvenient moment like now." He informed and warned his siblings.
The turquoise clad intruder was trembling and felt stuck where he stood. He ignored everyone else and remained with his own blue-eyed gaze into the eyes of a curious otherworldly twin of a crow. The foreign, brightly clad vigilante grabbed patches of his hair. "Help me!!!" He heard a masculine voice from nearby shout in pure terror. "Gen-Oath, somebody!!!" He heard as the pleas got more horrific and urgent. He built up the courage and determination to look away from the Murder of Crows, sweaty and flustered, instead toward the screams and he saw a much older man. A larger European fellow that was obviously a citizen.
It took the turquoise trunks wearing vigilante a moment of controlling his breathing but as the Snivlac closed in on the man, he flew in, much slower than he's accustomed to as he only possessed one operational rocket propelled boot until he could grab the man and swiftly moved him out of danger. He flew away and as he flew him out of danger, he heard another cry out for help from an elderly man. Before he knew it, his boot was moving hundreds of pounds. "Hm." Nathaniel noised as he spectated the vigilante's many rescues.
The foreign vigilante sprinted towards the exit but suddenly found himself confronted by the sight of the Trio defending themselves against the murder of crow resembling creatures. "There's no way!" He stuttered in his thoughts as he tried to fly away but he got stuck, he saw pink glass keeping his arms stuck and assumed the same with his feet.
Artus noticed their latest adversary restricted by it as he rode a Svivlac and celebrated. The Trio and their vigilante challenger noticed they were suddenly next to the public receptions manager out of his battle armor and in his signature violet that he appears in on broadcasting. "Stay here a minute." They heard Nathaniel command. The public reception manager tapped his pink glass afterwards, releasing him from his trap. "You could flash them, exploit their night vision or you could have slightly more fun, keep them fearing you for practically a year, not a single one will be in sight." Nathaniel edified as all four watched them swarm worsen above him.
Ember stood with a stare filled with admiration. "Sir?" She loudly asked with a confused tone by him doing nothing. Artus winked in the face of the vigilante. "He's about to do something that stays on your mind!" He shouted with a voice filled with anticipation.
The megalopolis trio's public reception manager slightly leaned in closer towards his oath's blue-stocking blade. "I can't form a sword out of thin but you can out of lemon chiffon essence. Cut my arm clean off when I give the signal." Nathaniel commanded her as he kept his gaze on the murder of Snivlac. Ember was taken aback and felt certain that was an order, she conjured a Falchion sword and got at the ready. "Ready at your go, boss!" She replied with a determined tone and expression under her helmet.
Two minutes passed, his signal then arrived, he shrugged the shoulder he recommended to cut off and she did with a dazzling display of her slicing speed and accuracy. It was the second cleanest cut Marcel had ever seen in his life. He had respect for how precise it had been.
Nathaniel grasped his removed limb and held it up, that stopped the Snivlac dead in the air. He then gently returned it then held that dismembered arm up toward the Snivlac. Marcel's terror got worse as the crows' noise got louder as they flew into each other and soared in the sky, every creature genuinely in a panic before they flew away into many miniature portals. The oath's blue-stocking erupted into laughter. Artus shook his head disappointingly. "Hold on, I'm lost, do these things fear dismembered limbs or—?" He asked as his sister vanished her sword.
A glass figure of Josue's public reception manager appeared next to the vigilante before each blinked and he appeared. "Listen, Daquan--" Nathaniel said to Marcel after the show he put on. The vigilante drawn in his breath before he is jaw dropped. "How'd he know my middle name?!" He inquired, with the company of panic in his tone. The three cities' public reception manager drew his eyes to the left. "This is what Josue would do if he were here." Nathaniel told himself. The Trio heard the vigilante gulp presumably from anxiety as he held his upper body away and was stiff.
The former public reception manager squinted at the vigilante after leaning in closer. "What's your name and what was the purpose of this?" Nathaniel questioned him with a humorless voice. The vigilante stuttered countless times as he kept his eyes away. "t-Testing my equipment and limits. Training. Hoping to grow strong enough from this to challenge a monster in my homeland." Marcel answered with shifting volume. Nathaniel crossed his arms as he kept his gaze locked on him.
The president of the international antiquity syndicate ambled next to his subordinates. "The wonder child and his spies never disappoint me." Claimed the President before an ecstatic laugh. The president's loyal and trusted advisor slightly grinned. "The wonder child's spies will need to gather more evidence though, sir." The agent reminded his leader. The agency's wonder child locked his powder blue eyes with the organization president's advisor's. "To be certain, yes. I've thought of a few more steps of action to get what we want. The staff of Aadhik will take us anywhere. On earth or beyond, gentlemen." Antoine Durant apprised his following circle. The president of the organization stepped and stood silently. "The staff of Aadhik?" The president questioned rhetorically, "Don't take actions that'll jeopardize my retirement and your succession next year." The president warned his subordinate with an assertive tone, "If you can convince the search division to accept the task for it— permission granted to pursue, Wonder child." He finished with a hesitant expression. Antoine Durant performed the company's salute before leave-taking.
Antoine Durant heard the many voices of his co-workers, mumbling, muttering and whispering about him that he didn't care for as he exited the building. "He really obtained it?!" He heard from one. "He's already arrested almost a thousand of " Another whispered to another. "I know right, and with that gear he'll be able to take on thousands without anybody's assistance!!" Another individual replied with a slight sense of horror being felt. "I wanted his babies, now I want a family with him." A fifth co-worker confessed as he walked past her and a friend. "He'd probably take you up on that request, but he's not the kind of man you want." The chubby friend warned them. "What do you mean by that?" The slimmer friend requested further elaboration on his point, still looking certain by their words. "He's like a gardener, he makes sure to plant his seeds but also makes sure that the sprinklers are working." The chubby friend elaborated but his friend still looked infatuated, leaving the chubby friend face palming in frustration.
He glanced to his right. "I don't understand why he chose that blonde slick back style with a fade cut especially since his sharp cheekbones don't compliment it." Said a younger coworker that was scarred on his face after he left the building. "Assure me that you're not going to let your jealousy overcome you, you're aware that he's the next head of this operation right?" A short co-worker of his replied. "Criticism and jealousy are not the same, I'm only questioning why the director chose him when that evidence clearly exposes his power hungry intentions alone." The scarred coworker replied as they calmly walked out. "20 plus years, five-hundred plus arrests, rescued the lives of two presidents from an assassination and the levels of ambition and energy that arguably surpasses a child, led teams of us against rings of collectors. We run based on a meritocracy, get as busy and dedicated as he is and you might be considered by him one day." Stated the older coworker walking with his younger student. "I know that he's up to no good in his free time and he's using this as a cover for something much larger." The scarred coworker voiced as it cracked. "That's enough out of you, foolish lad, show your elders a bit of respect." The older coworker scolded his younger rank and hit him with a cane after taking a deep breath.