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Chapter 92 - The Summoning! Uma Romanti, Brother of Gerald Romanti!

Uma scoffed. "What the hell are you guys talking about? I can see my brother anytime I want to and you little cunts are gonna lik-" Suddenly, the agent's leg of iron sprung up from the wooden floorboards, merging into the stomach of Uma critically. "Pistol Kick!" the man exclaimed, sending his opponent face first into the wooden wall stocked with splinters. Hama scoffed. "How are Trila agents so strong…? First they capture Ramari and hand him over to the government, and now Uma is being held hostage? How can this week get any crazier?" As the dust settled from the attack, the agent held Uma by his head at gunpoint. "You're coming with us to the Land of Trila this instant." he muttered, snickering as he led his hostage out the door. 

DASH LOCATION 1 - Sunstone Village

DISTANCE TRAVELED: 2.58 MILES

Michael and Trya, finally arriving at the first checkpoint on their route, drank their last droplet of water. "I'm getting it, I'm the oldest!" Trya exclaimed, pushing Michael away. Michael, pushing Trya back, smiled. "Well, I'm the strongest!" Trya scoffed. "Wanna fight on it!?" she murmured, looking at Michael with envy. Michael biting his lip, smiled. Sure. Let's fi- WAIT, TRYA! THERE'S A VILLAGE RIGHT THERE!" Trya squinted her eyes. "WATER!" she exclaimed, scurrying into the village right before Michael. Merging with the massive crowd that sat before them, the duo ran into an exhausted Sunstone Trio, who had just returned from the events on the mountains of Umue. "Too.. tired… to… talk…" Kaelan muttered, about to faint any second. Both Zara and Rian had the same behaviour, but with different personalities. Michael, looking at the trio, sighed. "Kaelan? Are you mentally okay?" Kaelan smiled. "Oh…. hey…. Michael…." he said slowly before yawning once again. "What happened to Kevin?" he asked, bathing with stress. Rian, sleep deprived like his best friend, joined in the conversation. "Kevin should be in yawn Crystal City with the rest of TeamENTITY as we speak. Before we parted ways with them, we gave them a special watch that expands the powers of Kevin…" Before Rian or Kaelan could carry on the conversation, they dozed off in the middle of the village pathway. Michael shrugged. "I guess we'll look in the next city!" Meanwhile further down into the ground, a blue-capped man walked around the network of passageways that had connected with a long staircase. Swiping his card that was hidden away safely in his pocket, he had gotten into the maximum security prison right behind the waterfall where Aybara was. Pulling out an electric knife in his hand, he smiled. "It's torture time, you dumbasses!" he exclaimed, waking all the snoozing and zoned out criminals up. Yamaha, still trying to get comfortable with the massive amounts of Blue Sand layered chains that covered his body, scoffed due to the commotion going on outside. "What the hell is torture time?" he whispered to Lola, who was powerless along with her brother. The man smiled. "Glad you asked." he murmured, unlocking the 30 foot wide iron cell that held the criminals. Ikama, waking up from his dream, looked up. "Torture time is now? Shit!" Yamaha scoffed. "NONE OF YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT THE HELL TORTURE TIME IS!" Ramari sighed. "Torture time is where we sacrifice a criminal to be impaled in a boiling hot pan, then impaled with the electric knife he holds in his hands." 

The man laughed. "Choose wisely, you delinquents." Ramari sighed. "Whatever, I'll do it." Lola, waking up in shock, gasped. "RAMARI, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THINK OF WHAT UMAI WOULD SA-" Ramari turned his head away from Lola. "Shut up. After the death of Trhama, he backstabbed us. Never talk about that delusional prick again!" he screamed throughout the prison before continuing to be escorted to the torture zone. Ikama smiled. "Wonder what the Romanti Party is blabbering about now due to the controversy in Ironhold…" Suddenly, Ikama was bruised for what seemed like a million times. Covering his bruise with the only cloth he was given per week, he wrung all the blood from the previous daily torture times off. "I don't have to spend much time here…" he thought to himself. "I leave the prison soon, so that will be my final goodbye to my family - in person."

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER - The Government Party! Trila's Monsters, Freedom Runners!