In the night in a busy modern-day city with cars and motorbikes of all kinds- flying by on the black, hard road. People trek on the sidewalk made of concrete. Men amble down with their dogs, or alone with a newspaper in handsome even had families, about one or two kids right beside mom and dad. A large-bulky man appeared to look as if he's been hitting the gym almost every day. He pushed a pedestrian out of his way— like a running back going through the defensive line. Two individuals, a boy and a girl, looking mid-twenties: The boy had onyx bad hair and blue eyes. He wore a murky shirt: with a long, dark overcoat that covered his mouth. He then had on black pants, which stopped at his knees.He held his katana tight in his left dominant hand, and begins jumping from moving car moving car. The girl kept her distance, as her left eye stared inside of the scope of her sniper- keeping a clean eye on her target. “Anibal, can you go on any little f-” the large figured man came to a Complete stop, as Anibal appeared right before him. The substantial male endeavors to deliver a down angle strike to Anibal, with the sharp claws embedded in his hand. Anibal made a complete success, as he blocked the attack with his sword. Anibal pushes him with adequate from his right leg. The man proceeds to charge headstrong, Anibal's attempt to dodge was well nigh, but managed to do so. He planned a clean shot to the male's back, after dodging the rush. Seeing him on all fours was the perfect chance to do so and, in which without breaking a sweat he did. Once the man collapsed onto the ground, Anibal kicked him over on his back and threatened his blade at the neck. “Alright, tough guy, who sent you here and why?” he interrogated. “I am not tell' ya nothin’ kids." The man says confidently- Anibal switched with his right hand and raised it up to the night sky. “Oh yeah?” and a blaring scream came from the man, blood dripping from the ground. “Damn it!” the man shouted, with a noisy bang from the wooden table- inside of his office. “Another one? at this moment who do they think they're, precisely killing guys; however, they please.” He placed both of his hands at his hips in displeasure. And looking at the three individuals “find out who's doing this and take them, in” he ordered. “Yes, sir!”
“Ok, so now all that we have to do is -find out what this dream was, because it's killing me. Stuff like that can't happen all-of a sudden." He complained, as he gave his feet a rest by the couch, in the loft area located within the bar. “You and you're made-up dreams; they're just dreams.” Agenor retorted. Her elbows rested on the smooth table near the bar, as she pours a glass of wine inside of the clear cup. “It all can't be a coincidence; that boy was a part of our dream. Dreams can't happen like that.” Anibal said. “Whoever he is we are going to find him; I know the person that can help too.” Licking her index finger, as she turned the pages from her Hardcover book. It was all new fangled and hasn't gotten touched yet up until now. A knock at her office door heard: “come in, ” she said with a distinctive British accent. Both Anibal and Agenor enter the room, and Agenor closes the door behind her as silently as she could. “I'll pay you if you tell me how to find it.” Anibal attempted to bargain with their scientists. “You must be referring to that shard? If so, then it's in my possession. It's not for you-” Anibal got close and personal with the scientists, as he grabbed onto her lab coat. “I don't have time for this, give me the shard; I'll give you the money and no one gets hurt,” he says, leisurely and intimidating. The woman unhurriedly entered to one of her drawers from her desk— and grabbed the blue glowing shard. She handed him the shard until three men burst through the door with guns in hand. Agenor quickly grabbed onto Anibal, as he raised his hands. “Put the item down now” the cop demanded in a barking tone. Once Anibal lowered the blue shard reasonable, without giving any trouble. The shard started to shine brighter than a thousand, from inside the sentence office. After the ringing stopped and the light vanished, there weren't any signs of anibal nor agenor.
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