Julia's voice echoes in Zane's ears.
"Zane... Zane...Zane!"
Zanes opens his eyes seeing the hefty man looking confused, Julia pushes him to one side and attends to the man.
"Like I said to your friend, can I get three garlic sandwiches?"
"Of course, sir. Would you like a drink to go with that. "
"No."
"Uh-huh" she says masking her disgust with a smile.
Zane gets the ordee ready on the tray and she takes it from him.
"Listen, if you can't function at work,maybe you should go home. You haven't missed a day since you started working here last month. Go take care of yourself."
"N...no." He yawns and takes a seat, resting his head in the desk. "I just need five minutes..."
Sha hands the man the tray, he pays but asks
"One more thing. Can I get your number?"
She has a shocked expression and rubs her outer ears.
"Um...sir, I don't think I heard you right."
"Come on...I've seen you worming here in that cute outfit, let me take you out..."
"Uh...well you see, I...my b..boyfriend is back there so..."
Zane raises his head hearing that
"Lies." Before laying back down.
The man reaches for her but someone grabs his hand; an middle aged caucasian man with white hair wearing dog tags under a black shirt and a jacket on top with jeans and boots. He has golden rings three on his index, middle and ring finger kn both hands and he speaks like a calm sixties era hippy.
"Hey man...the lady ain't interested. "
The man tries pulling his hand away but the grip is so strong, its almost pressing aginst his bones.
The middle aged man lets go and the biker steps back, angry, his veins glow brown but they fade immediately.
"Youbforgot we're indoors, friend." He takes a
Seat at a table, facing away from him."Those A.E.Rs don't let us N.E.X.Ts shine."
"N.E.X.Ts?" One of the patrons stops eating and runs out and away from the establishment.
"No...wait. Julia cries out.
"Good,.there won't be any witnesses." The biker says, pulling out a chain, swinging it slowly.
"I got not beef with you but if you come at me, I promise to teach you a lesson about my favourite thing in the whole world"
He says still facing away from the biker who swings the xhain around, smahing windows making the kther customers run out, he at him but the man who sees him frim a reflection in the window in front of him.
He catches the chain eithout looking and yanks it, pulling the man forward.
The man raises one finger and his veins glow bright,he touches the chain eith it and a powerful surge of electricity flows throug the chain into the biker, knocking him out.
He picks the unconscious man up and carried him effortlessly over his shoulder
"Sorry,Lil lady."
"Wait, thank you."
Julia says to him.
"It's all good lil lady."
"How did you do that though? Isn't the A.E.R supposed to suppress N.E.X.T abilities?"
"Let's just say that not all fingers are equal. ",
He tosses an oval piece of rusted metal to her.
" I actually came to see "sleeping beauty" over there."
He says pointing at Zane, still sleeping.
"W...what's this?"
"Don't worry, when he's ready to find me,he'll know what to do."
Somewhere else in the world, a man in office clothes runs up the stairs holding a piece of paper, he emerges at a room with a large door with a decagon logo cutting along the middle.
A bulky caucasian man with brown hair and green eyes in glasses and a suit is signing documents as the ither man knocks and enters the office.
"Umm...sir."
"Out with it..." He says, reading through documents and signing.
"The "asset" you said we should keep monitoring..."
"Oh that...that was a wikd goose chase, don't worry about it..."
"Actually sir, the sensor, it went off."
The man stops writing immediately.
"Say that again?".
"Th ...there were sighting of the man matching the description you gave us."
He hands him the papers, one eith a caricature and another showing readings on a graph.
The man takes off his glasses and puts them in a case then slams hisnhands on the table as he stands up
"YES!!!"
He bellows.
"S...sir."
"Jimmy, this is tge best news I've heard all month!"
He says with a wide grin like that of a hungry beast.
"Umm...my name is John."
"Yes..yes, you came to me for that promotion last week...you can have it!"
"Really, sir?"
"Yes and everyone gets the day off, I need to go see some friends." He pulls out a battleaxe in the corner of the room with a decagon logo and swings it, the symbol on the axe glows and a purple tear in mid air appears and he walks through.
He emerges in front of a restaurant with the name written on the door written in french.
He walks in with the battleaxe as people stop and look. He looks around and sees a brown skinned man in sunglasses, a turleneck and jeans talking to a caucasian woman in a grey scarf sunglasses and a sundress.
The woman taps the man and he looks back.
"Ugh...Decagon..." The man groans.
One of the ushers stops the man
"Bonjour monsieur, si vous voulez entrer, vous devez commander un repas et ranger l'arme... s'il vous plaît"
TRANSLATION:
(good day sir, If you want to enter, you need to order a meal and put the weapon away...please)
"Oh, mes excuses. Je prendrai trois bols de notre meilleure soupe de poison..."
TRANSLATION:
(Oh, my apologies. I'll have three bowls of our best fish soup...")
He holds up the axe and the symbol glows, a decagon shaped portal with purple edges appears and he tosses the weapon through the portal before it closes.
"Dois-je te réserver une table?"
TRANSLATION :
(Should I get you a table ?)
"Non, je sais où je suis assis"
(No, I know where I can sit.)
He says as he approaches the couple.
"Caeser, how are you doing?
The woman asks playfully.
"I'm well, Princess Jasmine..." He sits at their table."You will not believe what I heard today. "
"You secured another business deal?"
The man in the turtleneck asks sarcastically sipping wine.
The man in the suit leans in
"The Goldsmith is still alive."
"What?!" The man coughs almost choking on his drink. "It took us ten months in the damn desert before we could even find that bastard! This had better not be a joke, Decagon."
He hands them the paper with the caricature and the graph with readings.
The woman sighs.
"If the other members of the Incarnation find out we failed out first mission..."
The man in the turtleneck puts his hand on hers.
"My dear, our task now is simple, eradicate this problem once and for all.
The waiter brings three bowls of fish soup.
"We...didn't order this."
She says.
"I did."
"You know she's allergic to fish ans I hate the taste. "
"More for me then!"