Chapter 218 No More Creations!
PAS Organization: Present Day: Lab
Staring each other down as the lab is filled with silence, making it unquiet as Rokia has something to say as she pulls out a small dagger from a pouch on her left quad, are we just going to gaze into one another's eyes, or are we going to dance, little Nafo?
Grabbing the handle to one of his long pistols as his eyes never leave Rokia's face, indifferent as his face holds, responding back, Vice says with no whimsey to his voice, Nafo is dead you fossil. I am Vice now. And today this marks the end of the PAS Organization. So, what that intel's is, no more creations ever.
Surprising on how intensely she springs at him with her age being up there, Rokia moves fluidly at Vice like a ninja, smiling a little after hearing Vice's cold-hearted threat, Rokia says as she starts to slash at him, we shall see if you can make that claim true.
Unfazed at the older woman's smooth moves at trying to cut him up, evading out of the way with no effort, pointing his gun at her, Vice fires with no clot to his action, piercing right through her hand with the dagger in it, dropping the blade now covered in her blood as it hits the floor.
Ripping the sleeve off her lab coat as she staunches the wound, peering at her like she is nothing more than a little street cat trying to fight, Vice says as he fires another regular shot that hits Rokia in her other hand, you know it's futile Rokia. This bravado of thinking you can even contest with me is worthless.
Gushing blood from her other hand now, sweating crazy as she is tired from the loss of the red water that makes her live, Rokia says as she still doesn't fear for her life, trust me son I know. But can you blame a woman for trying.
Extending his right arm as his long gun is aimed at the chest of the woman, he used to call mother, not even hesitating for even an inch as the trigger is pulled.
Zooming fast out the chamber, and immediately slicing through her heart and bursting the fist sized muscle, fading so dull and lifeless as her eyes go, standing up for the moment as blood leaks out of the creases of her lips, Rokia then drops to the floor.
Not even absorbing the moment of his kill, aiming his gun at a large circular valve with tubes sprouted from it, Vice says, hurricane bullet.
Launching the powered-up attack, crashing into the center of the valve, it then burst open in a fiery gust, leisurely turning around as he exits the old building, a massive flaming explosion in gulfs the once standing structure, steady walking as he doesn't look back once, Vice says, rest well mother.
End of Chapter 218