"Where are my clothes?" The dark-haired man asked while pulling the blanket up to his chest.
Chapta walked up to a nearby table and filled a glass with champagne. "You tell me," she said before taking a sip of her drink. "When you crashed on my car, you were completely desnudo," she said.
"I crashed on your car?"
Chapta took another sip of her drink before setting it back on the table. "Si," she nods. "A million-dollar worth car which you will pay for by the way."
"I don't understand."
The brown-haired lady strode to the nightstand and picked up the gun and the magazine, slowly loading it up. "Neither do I, amor."
"I was driving back home from a meeting and then you suddenly crashed on my car. You had this… electricity that kept surging all over your body. It was like you were thrown out from the heavens." She finished loading up the gun and aimed it at the dark-haired man. "Now explain, ¿Quién eres? What are you?"
"Whoa, whoa," the former Storm 01 puts his hands up. "Why don't you calm down and I'll explain what happened."
The dark-haired man knew that his powers were alternating from working and disappearing for a while, so he wasn't sure if at that moment it was at the latter. Though he knows that he could over power her, he feels that he shouldn't attempt anything.
"I am actually from Winter Weir…"
"Oh ¡Cállate! I know that much. In the time you've been out, the government has broadcasted several news all wanting for whoever catches sight of the 'Winter Weir in our midst' to report, and suddenly these men in weird suit are all around the place with heavy weapons," she paused and inch closer, now pressing the mouth of the gun to his temple. "Now tell me Rohan, why is all this happening?"
The dark-haired man sighed. "Okay look…" he drew a soft breath before narrating his entire story to the beautiful woman that had a gun pointed at his head. "… I managed to escape my boss who wants me dead and the Head of Earth offered me a place to stay here on this planet, but things happened and then I was moved to an island. Just when my life was starting to become normal the Red Dot group attacked, and so yeah… the last thing I remembered doing was nuking the place, must be why they are searching for me."
Chapta chuckled softly and dropped the gun back on the nightstand, taking in the information from the dark-haired man which she found hard to comprehend. She strolled back to the table and took another sip of her drink before turning back to him. "You are from Winter Weir? And you have powers?"
"Mmhmm."
"Show me."
"What?"
"Show me your powers."
"I…" he paused. "I mean, sure, I'll just…" the dark-haired man raised his hand and shot a burst of electricity out before turning back to her.
Instead of feeling headaches or pain, the former Storm 01 felt as though every worry and stress went out of his body along with the electricity.
"¡Caray! Fascinating," she smiled. "But I wonder if you can use that to pay up your debt."
"What?"
She turned and started towards one of the doors in the room. "The bathroom is in there," she pointed at a door. "Someone's gonna come by with some clothes, clean up, and put them on, I'll be waiting for you," she added before walking out of the room.
The dark-haired man got out of the bed and walked into the shower. After cleaning up, he stood in front of a mirror and tied his hair up. "Well, what now Rohan?" He said to himself. With what has been going on around him, he had realize that he's always going to be on the run.
His thoughts were cut short by a knock on the door. He tied a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom to unlock the door.
A lady stood in front of him holding an outfit in her hand. She wore brown trousers coupled with a white jacket and a brown crop top underneath the jacket. Her skin had a warm, golden hue, reminiscent of a sun-kissed beach. She had an extremely light, almost white, with a cool toned very shortly cut hair. Her gray eyes scanned the dark-haired man's body before resting on his blue eyes. The side of her lips curled up a little but the platinum blonde-haired girl fought to hold her neutral expression.
"Here," she said extending her hand to pass the clothes she was holding. "Lady Chapta requested I get you this. It might not fit you as I do not know your size," she let her words trail off and her brows shot up.
The dark-haired man nod before taking the clothes. "Thank you, much appreciated," he said before shutting the door behind him and setting the clothes on the bed.
It was a simple plain black suit. He put the clothes on before walking out of the room and into the hallway.
A long moment of walking later, the dark-haired man walked into a room where both men and women in similar suits sat around. They all turned their attention to the former Department H agent the moment he stepped into the room.
"Err… hello?"
They all simultaneously moved their hand into their suit while still holding his stare.
"Bajen sus armas… do not take it out," Chapta warned from behind before walking elegantly to Rohan's side with the girl from earlier following behind her. Chapta's brown hair was now styled in a French twist.
She wore an outfit that consisted of a form-fitting black leather corset that shaped her curves, leaving just enough to the imagination.
The corset was adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of elegance to the overall look. Paired with the corset, she wore sheer, black silk pants. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, enhanced by a pair of sleek black stiletto heels that added an extra boost of sensuality to her stride.
The brown-haired woman took one glance at Rohan before wrapping her hands around his and leaning close to him.
"Este es Rohan."
The men dropped their hands and rose to their feet. They greeted the dark-haired man with a nod. "Hola, Rohan," they all said, glaring at Chapta's grip on his hand.
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