Five Earth paramedic spaceships flew closer to the Serenova Isle. With most of the island utterly destroyed and flooded with water, the Paramedic ship could only land in the area that was barely affected.
The ship opened and it was Winter Weir agents who rushed out of it in protective suits into the area affected by the explosion. Miss Havishma and Sox followed behind the agents but only walked forward a few steps. "Be sure to look thoroughly, do not return without Storm 01," Havishma said out loud.
"What do you intend to do to Yvonne and the people of Earth?" Sox queried.
"Hmm?"
Sox walked forward to stand by Miss Havishma's side. "We know that Yvonne and Damiano once conspired to take over Winter Weir, it was how the spies were able to make it onto our planet," she explained. "And it is also certain that they have the formula and want to create more like Storm 01, we can't let them off without doing anything."
Miss Havishma stared at her daughter before letting a smile slip off her lips. "Indeed. For now, we'll just focus on finding Storm 01, once that is complete, we'll destroy the entire UNEAD and its subdivision, which should put an end to any research they have going on."
"We didn't come here for war, though we'll get to that path soon enough… we need to return to Winter Weir before things get worse than they already are."
Sox took out a spacebread from a box she was holding. "What's the rush?" She said while removing the cover. "I trust Scarlett Starr to do a good job holding down the fort."
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The Realm, Winter Weir.
"Scarlett Starr, so glad you could make it," Damiano said while getting up on his feet. He fixed his top and quickly moved to pull a chair open for the sky-blue-haired lady to sit.
They were in a restaurant and the Prime of Winter Weir had ordered a full course already.
The sky-blue-haired lady shoots him a smile before sitting on the chair. "Wow," she exclaimed as she took in the many plates set on the table.
"Please, dig in, I ordered the best thing they had in their kitchen, just for you."
"Is there something you want?" Scarlett queried.
The caramel-haired man threw his head back and laughed. "What?!" He shouted. "What are you talking about? I'm just treating a nice beautiful lady to an excellent dinner, nothing much."
"Mmm," Scarlett mumbled before taking off her gloves. "Well then, I can't say no to a free meal." She picked up a fork and began eating.
Damiano leaned back on his chair and sighed. "Scarlett Starr. You know, I know your father very well," he started, his tone changing as though he was a completely different man. "We've worked together for a couple of years, and I have saved his ass far more times than I've heard my name."
Scarlett dropped the fork and picked up a napkin which she used to wipe her mouth, before taking a sip of her drink.
"Many a time your father would have been caught with his hands in an illegal act as the Prime, but I helped clear his name," Damiano smiled before leaning forward. "You see, your father owes me, big time. And since he no longer has the strength to pay back, I believe that burden is yours to take on."
Scarlett shut her eyes and puffed out. She put her gloves back on before getting up on her feet. "What a waste of my time," she said before turning her heels to leave the restaurant.
"Wh--where the hell do you think you're going? You have a debt to pay, your whole family's reputation and well-being hangs on a thread I'm holding… don't you turn your back on me."
The sky-blue-haired lady stopped and turned back to face the Prime of Winter Weir. "Go ahead and cut the thread then, let's see who really needs to hang on to it." She shoots him a smile before walking out. Once out, she let out a hefty exhale and rushed toward her car.
Damiano yelled and kicked down the table in front of him. He then got up and also kicked the chair he was sitting on.
The caramel-haired man dug his hands into his hair and yelled out in frustration. "Havishma! Havishma!!" He turned to one of his bodyguards and grabbed his collar. "Ever since I aligned myself with that name nothing has gone well for ME!!"
He pushed the man away and walked up to a nearby window. He watched as Scarlett entered her car and drove away. "My days as Prime are counting…" he paused for a second before turning to his bodyguards. "Those guys you linked me with once upon a time, see if they are still around."
"Yes sir."
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Back on Earth, in the Serenova Isle.
The Winter Weir paramedics rushed out of the zone and dropped a body on the ground with another group of medics before rushing back into the zone. Sox walked up to the body to see who it was.
"I hear breathing, she's still alive!" one of the medics said before putting on an oxygen mask over her face.
"Jesselyn…" she mumbled as she took in the condition she was in.
The paramedics returned with more bodies but none were the ones Miss Havishma wanted. "What the hell are you doing?" She yelled. "Prioritize finding Storm 01 goddammit!"
"Miss Havishma," Sox called.
The pale-skinned woman walked up to where Sox was. Sox pointed in a direction in the zone. A figure slowly strode out with its hand holding onto its side. The figure became more vivid and they could tell it was a guy.
The medics hurried to help him out. They set the body on the ground and quickly began treating his wounds.
"Check his facials," she ordered.
Sox clicked her watch and scanned the man's face. It projected a series of information. "According to the details from the Earth's servers, his name is Eder Six, he is registered as an Earthling."
"Whatever happened here?" Sox queried.
"Yvonne, where is Yvonne?"
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"Eek," the dark-haired man groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up straight and looked around the place. "Where am I?"
He looked around to see that he was not in a sick bay but a bedroom and he lay on a king-sized bed.
The large bedroom exudes an air of elegance and tranquility. Bathed in soft, natural light streaming through a large window. The walls were adorned with tastefully chosen artwork, adding a touch of sophistication to the ambiance.
The plush, king-sized bed he was on was dressed in luxurious linens, standing as the centerpiece of the room. Its ornate headboard and intricate details exude opulence.
Flanking the bed, was an elegant nightstand that provided a convenient spot for personal belongings, adorned with softly glowing bedside lamps, a gun with a magazine next to it was kept on the nightstand.
The room also boasts a writing desk, nestled by a window, offering a peaceful spot for creative endeavors or work.
A large walk-in closet with ample storage space stands nearby, neatly organizing clothes and accessories.
At one end of the room, a set of Spanish doors leads to a private balcony, overlooking a serene garden and a breathtaking view of the rest of the mansion.
Next to the large walk-in closet was a human-sized mirror, and in front of the mirror was a beautiful tanned-skinned lady with shoulder-length brown curtain bangs which she combed back. She wore nothing but an oversized white buttoned shirt.
The lady stopped and turned to the dark-haired man, the side of her lips curled up a little as she noticed him staring at her. "Hola, you're awake, Andy, ¿verdad?"
Rohan stared at the lady, he knew he had met her before but couldn't quite tell where. He puts a little more thought into it and his brows furrowed as he realized who it was. "Chapta Faintpin? Where the hell am I?"
She dropped the comb and took a few steps closer. "You're in my villa, and you have a bit of explaining to do."
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