Aleksander led Jan's crew through the narrow streets of a quieter district, the sound of engines echoing between worn brick walls. The Task Crew's plan was simple: cover Aleksander's exits—Jan's team up front, Elvis's crew bringing up the rear.
Aleksander's Ducati idled smoothly at the center of the formation, its headlight cutting a sharp beam through the night—a deliberate beacon. From behind, Elvis's group tightened their GMC formation, ready to close the trap. Everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
Aleksander sensed the ambush ignite. He slowed his bike, sleeves rolling back to reveal the Ten Rings glowing on his forearms. A swirling aura of blue, purple, and translucent currents shimmered over the metal as vibrant light traced his veins, signaling the immense power coursing within.
Jan and the others snapped into action, armored vests gleaming under streetlights, masks snapping into place. Weapons raised—they moved to fire.
Aleksander's response was instant. His hand swept upward, and the lead GMC lifted clean off the road as if yanked by an invisible hook. The crew froze in shock.
With a sharp thrust, Aleksander slammed the vehicle down. Metal shrieked, glass burst, and the truck crushed Sam and Tom beneath its weight. Jan and Mike were thrown aside, armor plates scraping the ground as they scrambled to recover.
Aleksander's rings surged, their glow intensifying as the bands extended down his forearm, linked by crackling, electric-blue energy streaks—an ethereal bridge glowing with mystical force.
With a sudden move, Aleksander ensnared Mike in this energy, hurling him against Jan with bone-jarring impact. Both slammed hard against the adjacent wall, gasping for breath.
Behind them, Elvis's group burst from their truck. But before they could fire, Aleksander turned. He hurled one of the Ten Rings into the air—it split into a shockwave of blinding light that slammed into the ground between them. The blast threw up a wave of pressure and static, scrambling their balance and shorting their targeting optics for precious seconds..
When they tried to regain formation, Aleksander raised a single hand, fingers twisting in a subtle gesture. The air around them shimmered—the Aneurysm spell took hold. Screams broke out as blood streaked from their nostrils and their knees hit the pavement.
Jan groaned, grimacing through the pain. "He's telekinetic—shoot him down!"
Jan and Mike, groaning from their earlier injuries, gritted their teeth and opened fire on Aleksander with renewed desperation. Bullets tore through the air as they unleashed a barrage, their aim fueled by pain and rage.
Aleksander's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively rising.
Bullets screamed through the air, halted mid-flight by Aleksander's raised hand, then hurled back with deadly precision. Jan's shoulder erupted in pain, Mike's leg buckled under the impact.
Despite their bulletproof vests, the shots left nasty bruises.
Elvis's crew rallied, blood streaking their nostrils, but they rose nonetheless—ready to fight.
Aleksander shifted into deadly finesse. A rapid punch sent one member flying across the street, sinking into unconsciousness. Another he hurled meters away, crashing against a wall beside a teammate, sending them both down with a thud.
Brad, Carlos, or Moggy—whichever had just been slammed lay out cold.Elvis, pale and panic-stricken, didn't stand a chance. Aleksander's hand shot out, slapping him into oblivion.
Aleksander's sharp eyes caught movement from the side—Haydn "Bullet" Blair, a tall, solid man with a shaved head, emerged swiftly. He was a Task Crew member scouting for law enforcement, that's when he heard the screams in comms.
Haydn moved with purpose, the raw hostility in his gaze unmistakable as he took in the chaos.Without hesitation, Haydn fired an aggressive shot.
Instinctively, Aleksander raised his arm, his Ten Rings glowing intensely as they formed a shimmering shield. The bullet slammed against the energy barrier and stopped dead, the rings humming with thick, pulsating energy as their glow brightened.
In response, Aleksander's punch was swift and decisive. A Ten Ring shot forward like a sapphire-blue and violet comet, slicing through the air and striking Haydn square in the chest with brutal force. Haydn's body was sent sprawling backward, crashing hard against the ground as the wind was knocked out of him.
Aleksander's gaze snapped back to Jan and Mike struggling to rise and reach for their guns.
With a swift, commanding wave of his hand, Aleksander summoned the weapons telekinetically, hoisting them from their grasp. The guns hovered ominously, now aimed with lethal precision at Jan and Mike themselves.
The message was unmistakable.
Jan and Mike, their faces flushed with pain and shock, raised their hands in surrender.
"We surrender," they said, voices rough but clear.
Aleksander's eyes bore into them with cold resolve. "Get your stupid group and get out of here."
Jan and Mike exchanged looks of disbelief, but the commanding gesture from Aleksander left no room for argument.
"I won't wait any longer," Aleksander added sharply.
Without hesitation, Jan and Mike scrambled carrying there members onto the back od there GMC. The vehicle roared away into the night.
Aleksander muttered under his breath, "I didn't want to dirty my hands much. After all, their days are already numbered."
Aleksander knew his father—and even his grandfather—had already marked them. Their deaths were only a matter of time.