• National Academy of Science, 1st Ward•
Valerian looked like the typical sheltered son of an affluent family. His speech was formal--except his occasional cursing. His actions were reserved. And he always looked polished. Perhaps that was why Ana never thought of him as a fighter when they first met.
But oh, she was so wrong. Valerian was dangerous.
"Valerian, Eclarisse is our friend! We can't just kill her!" Ana shouted at him
.
"We have no choice."
"There's always a choice."
"Unless you want to die then feel free to do so, Ana."
Ana clicked her tongue.
"What are you guys talking about?" Ambrose try to say but Beatrice tackled him to the ground.
Ambrose reached for a bearby frying pan and wacked her head with it. "It's you and me again, Mr. Frying Pan."
Ana noticed Valerian check his watch and run for the nearest kitchen counter and grab a bottle of butane.
