Originally, I intended to post the 1st chapter the other night alongside with the prologue, but I had a little of getting used to the forum as I haven't been active on here since the Rangertalk days. Chapters will be updated slowly but it'll take some time to proofread through all the ones I've completed so far. If you guys have any feedback of sorts, that would be appreciated as well.
Chapter 1:
Friendly Reunions
During the midst of typing up a blog post, Ryan took a moment to reflect a personal tragedy that has left an impact on his everyday life:
Grief – It’s that feeling we have to endure when losing someone who holds dear to you. Ever since that fateful night, I couldn’t help thinking about the good times I shared with my father. No matter where I went, his spirit would be there to guide me even through a harsh phase in my life. While all living organisms in life eventually pass on, the fact that he was taking from me too soon is a burden my mother and I have since had to deal with. I don’t know what happened or who helped set the fire at my dad’s laboratory. But they don’t realize just how deeply it has an effect on the people close to him.
Ever since the fire that broke loose, my friends and I began to uncover the mystery surrounding my father’s absence. It was soon that we realize that he and his team had been experimenting with a specially enhanced armor that would serve a sole purpose to protect our city from a vile faction. To say the world needs heroes makes quite an understatement. But when evil begins to lurk among us, there is one team that could stop them from taking over our reality. I, for one, was beginning to cope with that responsibility.
Inside the digital newsroom on the upper floor of the Crossworld Chronicle, a team of journalists spent a busy morning performing a set of assignments to kick start their day. Over by the phone lines, some of their employees got into contact with some witnesses involved during the fire. Other journalists including reporters and news editors continued to gather information that may link up to a potential perpetrator responsible for the incident. When it comes down to the world of journalism, such a career investment requires a number of traits that may benefit them in the long haul; such examples include persistence, integrity, courageousness, and honesty that helps better comprehend a subject matter on hand. Every day in life there is an event that has yet to be publicized.
An elegant woman in a navy blue cardigan suit sporting black dress pants and shoes monitored the news coverage in progress. She had scrunched the longing of her blonde hair into a bun, her blue eyes peering towards the television screen. Police Chief Rebecca Steele of the Crossworld City's Police Department is seen walking pass the paparazzi that consist of photographers and reporters alike. Coming off the heels of her husband's death, she declined to address her comment on the matter. Who could blame her? Through the eyes of investigative reporter Kaitlin Star, she expressed nothing but compassion and genuineness towards the chief.
Chiming in from behind, a middle aged man with dark hair dressed in a buttoned down purple shirt and black tie stood next to his employee.
"Miss Star, how are we doing on our latest news feed?" Woody Stocker, the newspaper's chief editor startled in front of Kaitlin.
"I was hoping to get word from the Crossworld City P.D but their phone lines are busy at the moment," she answered.
"This isn't sounding good coming from my best reporter here," Woody said in a displeasing manner.
"I'm doing the best I can," she vented. Kaitlin approached her desk arranging some filed reports scattered on the table.
"Handling pressure, now that's the trait I like to see in an employee," Woody admired. During the course of the past few weeks, the mystery surrounding Tyler Steele's death has sparked attention among citizens residing in Crossworld City. Not just restricted to news outlets and newspapers alone. In the age of Social Media, users have left message tweets paying their condolence to the scientists who were involved at the time of the incident.
"I'm sorry. With all the latest news going around, there's one person that could only do so much to sustain herself," said Kaitlin taking a deep breath to maintain her personal emotions from affecting her performance.
"Oh for the love, would you please spare me the excuses," Woody insisted. "I am just as stress out of my position as much as the next person." By continuing to monitor the bulletin up close, it was that instant he began to engage in the emotions that clouded Kaitlin's mind.
"It must be difficult to experience what she's been through. I can't imagine how the rest of his coworkers involved in the incident are coping with what they went through," he further commented.
"Good point," Kaitlin responded. "But think of how tragic it must have been for her son now their loved one is gone. How would you feel if someone close to you dies knowing they had so much more they could offer in this world?"
Woody continued to listened taking into account on the serious matter being addressed in this discussion.
"Look, I've been best friends with their son since we were children. They would welcome me over to their place while my parents would be busy working during the late shifts," she continued. "Not only did they lose someone so close to them. To think the last person to pop up on the bulletin just so happens to be someone close to me." Kaitlin took empathy with the situation surrounding Tyler's surviving family members.
With a hand on her shoulder, Woody stepped in to offer a gesture of comfort towards his loyal coworker.
"They say family runs deeper than blood," he said. As Kaitlin's eyes dampened, she immediately wiped even the slightest shed of tears before her boss could notice.
"Woody, someone has claimed to have a sketch of our potential suspect." Chiming in the middle of their discussion, another journalist handed in a drawing for the chief editor to observe.
"No offense but this looks like something a Kindergartner drew in art class," Woody responded taking the time to take a glimpse at the sketch.
"Well don't look at me I didn't draw that," they said.
"I didn't claim you did," he defended. "Come back to me when you have clear evidence behind what happened back there."
Woody handed the sketch back to the said reporter before leaving his sight. They approached the Chronicle's chief editor to inform him that a coworker of theirs has taken a sick leave of absence.
"Kaitlin, I have a special assignment for you. Apparently we have an employee calling out sick, and I was wondering if you could fill in for them?" Woody offered to Kaitlin.
"What assignment are we talking about?" She asked based on the insinuation of her supervisor.
"In this digital age we live in, we can't seem to live our day without looking at our smart phones or tablets," Woody said. "When you're not working, what do you like to do in your free time?"
By raising her eyebrow, Kaitlin responded to him with a dumbfounded expression.
"Well for starters, I usually get up and have a morning jog or on occasions playing some flag football, baseball, and tennis," she replied.
Do you also happen to be an avid gamer? Lately virtual reality has been the talk of the town when it comes to video gaming," Woody further clarified. There's a trade show going on in our city and we were hoping if you could write up an article, and take some photos while you're at it?"
Kaitlin chuckled. "Funny thing you mentioned that because my boyfriend and I made plans to head there that weekend. Talk about happenstance," she said.
"Will it be a simple 'yes Woody, I can do it? Or I'm sorry I'm too preoccupied that week?'" The chief's editor waited his employee for a straight answer.
"If I said I am attending the Crossworld City Gaming Expo, presumably it's a yes," Kaitlin told him.
"Now that's the response I was looking for," Woody spoke with joy and relief. "I would love to have that assignment on my desk the morning after the expo. I'll be looking forward to reading your article."
"I won't let you down," Kaitlin assured to her boss. "Thanks Woody."
"No, thank you," he exchanged with a similar gratitude of his own.
The conversation came to a screeching halt when a messenger alerts Woody of a telephone call. As he returns to his office, Kaitlin felt the vibration of her cell phone coming from her purse. As she went to pick it up, she would receive a text message sent from J.B Reese.
Are u and Ryan able to make it for dinner?
Kaitlin read his text message before coming up with a response of her own.
I'll text him 2 see if he can make it. My shift is almost over so I should be leaving pretty soon.
She pressed the send tab as the message transfers over to J.B's phone. Kaitlin waited momentarily for him to conclude with one more response.
Ok but be sure to stop by the dojo when you're out. I've been practicing a technique for my students in class, and I was looking for a volunteer to help me demonstrate.
Kaitlin read his message as she prepared to make a response.
Don't see the reason why not
She continued to type in another message by sending out yet another text of hers.
Was wondering if u had a chance to look over at my car this weekend; my car battery died so i had to take a cab just now.
In regards to Kaitlin's text, J.B followed it up with a reply of his own.
Ur battery is dead? I just put in a new carburetor less than a month ago.
I have classes to teach that will take a long portion of my weekend. I'll have to figure out a way to arrange a time to look it over.
Wouldn't mind taking the metro but u realize how crowded the passengers are in there.
J.B read the messages thoroughly while coming up with a solution to the problem.
No worry. Let me have a look at it after dinner and we'll see what we can do. K?
Rather than to prolong their text messaging, Kaitlin took those words kindly by heart.
K, just be sure u know what Ur doing. I hate to see my car break down time and time again.
I let u know when I'm on my way...love u....
Concluding their chat, J.B closed out their texting with a bit of reassurance to his mate.
No hard feelings...Love u 2 Kaitlin...see u here in a bit.
Following an exchange of back and forth texting, Kaitlin secured her phone back in her pouch. As she entered her cubical, she switched to her desktop computer, looking to express her point of view on the circumstance regarding the tragedy that occurred at Steele Labs, as well as the mystery that shrouds such a catastrophe to begin with. Wrapping her hands around her head, Kaitlin took a moment to absorb the recent events that have transpired the last twenty-four hours. It wasn't just the fact she knew of the scientist as displayed on the headline. To think of the potential sorrow pouring from the eyes of not only Tyler's son but to her childhood friend in Ryan, the thought of it seemed nerve racking. Even factoring in how his wife would be feeling with an alarming crowd of reporters attempting to get word from the CCPD, neither scenario she could bare to witness.
The only thing she can do was pray that somehow and someway, Rebecca and Ryan will eventually pull through.
***
Construction carpenter Ryan Steele laid the final touches to a local neighbor's kitchen. All of what remained is a single door cabinet that has yet to be drilled. Stains of cement were scattered over his white sleeveless shirt including his Tommy Jean blue pants and a white sleeved shirt. Drips of sweat moistened from the strands of his short brown hair. A toolbox comprising of a screwdriver, hammer, wrench, and a drill was set beside him on the floor. With the latter equipped, he drilled the screws of each cabinet wall. When finishing with the equipment, he placed the drill aside as he took a moment to observe his work.
"I think that should do it. I can't believe it took me long to get that to hold." He wiped the drip of sweat falling from his forehead.
"You did a wonderful job. If only my husband were here to see this, he would have been flattered," spoke the mother of the household.
"Could you show me how to use that drill you were holding? I've thought about wanting to be a construction worker when I grow up," said a young boy presumably in his preteens.
"Thanks, it really means a lot," said Ryan offering his sincere condolence. "It's going to take plenty of hard work. But the most important thing when it comes to using tools is to handle them with care, and know when it's appropriate to use."
"We really appreciate you stopping by." As a reward for his effort, the mother paid him back the $100 bills using a bundle of $20 bills to cover on the expenses.
With further assistance from the child, Ryan gathered all of the equipment loading his tool box safely onto the back of his truck. After turning on the engine, he waved a goodbye to the mother and son while preparing to leave the driveway.
As he prepares to make a turn along the highway, Ryan could hear the vibrating of his cell phone he charged in his car. The instant he picks it up, he receives a phone call indicating Kaitlin's name and phone number on the touch screen. By pressing on the speakerphone tab, an audio communication between the two friends ensues.
"Kaitlin, how is it going?"
"Tiring, I just got off of work," she said. "I left a few text messages on your phone so I figured you would eventually respond. No emergency or anything. I thought we'd give each other updates on our daily lives."
Ryan commented in regards to the purpose of their call. "You're not the only one just getting off. Right now I am behind the wheel, and if only I can bypass these cars along the highway, I should be quick to get through those traffic lights."
Kaitlin snickered. "Listen J.B and I are going to meet with you at the Crossworld Cafe tonight. I just thought I remind you in case you forgot."
"Coming from someone who I've been friends with since grade school, why would I forget?" Ryan debated. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to butt in on your guys' parade and all."
Ryan's skepticism brought him in a position that he may not feel comfortable.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I figured it'd be best if you could use some comfort by hanging out with us. You know like the good old days," Kaitlin further clarified. Since his father's untimely tragedy, Ryan continues to cope with his absence, hiding his grieving sorrow with a sense of optimism that with every negative there is a positive. Unfortunately, with that came a feeling of half heartedness.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt. We could all use some enjoyment even at the darkest times," he said.
"Cool I'll meet you there," Kaitlin told him.
"Are you sure about this though? Even though we've been friends for a long time, it doesn't feel right being a third wheel next to you guys," Ryan went in to address his concern.
"You don't have to worry. It'll be like the good old days. We haven't hung out like this for lord knows how long it must have been," Kaitlin assured.
"Well if you're wondering, I am just driving my way back home right now," Ryan told her. "Not that I need to know but where exactly are you now?" He asked out of curiosity.
"I'm by the parking lot next to Tao Dojo. J.B should be finishing off with his lecture by now," Kaitlin answered.
"I'm going to get cleaned up. I'll text you when I get there," He informed her. "I'll meet you then."
"Yeah, absolutely," Kaitlin stammered looking for another way to respond. All it matter was hearing a simple answer in regards to his availability.
"Hey Ryan," she paused momentarily trying to figure on how to convey her confession.
"Kaitlin, is everything okay?" Ryan spoke with a concern expression on his face.
"No, I'm fine," she went on for the record. "I get that it's been rough for you these past few weeks or so. But you're not the only one having to deal with grief."
"I suppose you have a point there," Ryan replied. Temporarily, their discussion came to a sudden silence. Neither could express the kind of reaction needed to respond to a gut wrenched of emotions as displayed as of this instance.
"How is the newspaper going for you," Ryan wondered as he changed the subject matter.
"Honestly for me it's been pretty busy. My boss has been asking me to conduct interviews on the folks who were there when the lab was on fire," said Kaitlin. "Look, I am just stopping by the dojo to pick up J.B. I just thought I call to keep you posted on a few things. I'll meet you at the restaurant."
"Yeah, you too Kate," Ryan replied. Concluding their chat, they immediately hung up their phones thereafter.
Meanwhile, the cab driver parked along the driveway just outside of the dojo entrance. Kaitlin exited from the cab even tipping some cash as a 'thank you' for the ride. She took a glimpse at the window to witness J.B teaching a class in front of his students. As she entered the dojo, she stood by the reception table continuing to monitor the lesson demonstrated in his training session.
"Great job everyone. Keep practicing what we've discussed in class today. We'll continue expanding more on the lesson tomorrow." On cue, J.B and the students exchanged a bow as a formal gesture of respect.
"Well you've certainly been quite the teacher around here." Kaitlin approached J.B by the mat. Despite acknowledging her presence, J.B went over to grab a towel along with a cold water bottle by the cooler."
"How was work for you today?" J.B asked.
"Let me just say I've had quite a busy week to put it at best," Kaitlin answered finding the appropriate sentence to describe a seemingly drawn out shift.
"I sure can relate to the sound of that," said J.B. He took a look around to see the Martial Arts students socializing while gathering their belongings.
"Now that you are here, we can prepare to do warm ups before starting up our demonstration," said J.B coordinating along with the plan they agreed upon.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to embarrass myself in front of your students." Kaitlin's face blemished nervously in regards to her reaction.
"You agreed to volunteer so I figured you would be okay with it," J.B defended. "Look, we've practiced this technique enough to pull this off. All you do is follow my lead and we'll go from there."
"Lead the way then," Kaitlin concluded. She watched as the martial arts instructor alerted his students doing everything he could to give them his undivided attention.
"Excuse me folks. Before we close out our session, there is one more technique I would like to show you." J.B gathered his students back on the mat for one more lesson. He and Kaitlin stood beside one another as the demonstration went underway.
"But first and foremost before we get started, we have a very special guest at this time. Let's give it up for Kaitlin," J.B provided with a formal greeting.
"Hi Kaitlin," The students exchanged their welcome with a greeting of their own.
As the two gathered on the center of the mat, J.B choreographed a self defense maneuver, providing a step by step process on how the technique should be coordinated. After properly explaining the procedure, they proceeded to move along with the tutorial. As they got themselves positioned on the mat, Kaitlin started on the offense extending out her arm with her thumb wrapped underneath her clenched fist. Unfortunately for her, it was a matter of time before J.B countered it into an Armbar take down, dragging her body onto the mat.
As an act of sportsmanship, J.B extended his arm looking to lend out a hand. Kaitlin's eyes glared sternly across from her boyfriend. Feeling insecure, she felt as if she could bit more than she could chew. As she maintained her temper, Kaitlin accepted his hand allowing J.B to pull her up from the ground.
"J.B is such an amazing teacher. You should come by more often to see what technique and lesson he'll teach us," spoke a student of his.
"Well gee you didn't have to pull back my arm that hard," Kaitlin winced in pain on behalf of J.B's counter attack.
"It's nothing personal. But the more you train the better you'll be accustomed to defending myself," J.B assured. "Thank all of you for stopping by. Tomorrow we will continue to work on the technique we demonstrated."
Once more J.B and his students bowed to one another signifying the official conclusion of their session.
"I have to admit. As much as that hurt, I see why I happen to train with a gifted instructor like you," said Kaitlin as she squealed a smile.
"Your free trial is about to be up pretty soon. If you ever consider signing up for our adult class, we could definitely use someone who is enthusiastic to learn," J.B offered.
"Coming from a journalist, I'm going to have to arrange time," Kaitlin added. "I'll let you know as soon as possible."
Kaitlin stood as she watched her boyfriend carried his belongings. Upon making his way to the showers, Kaitlin had another confession she wanted to address.
"J.B wait," she said. J.B turned around looking to hear what she had to say.
"Do you still have the passes to the Crossworld Gaming Expo? I just thought I ask so just in case you lose them," she said curiously.
"Last I checked they're inside the cabinet of my car back home," J.B replied. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine it's-" Kaitlin stammered taking a moment to come up with the right words to put it. "It's just that we've been too focused as a couple, and I'm not saying we should take a break or anything. But it doesn't hurt if we bring someone to tag along with."
"Which reminds me," J.B said. "Michael's parents are supposed to be out of town that day, so he'll be coming along the ride. What was it you were trying to say again?"
She took a moment to jog through her thought process in clarifying her point.
"I just got off the phone with Ryan. He doesn't know about this but when we meet with him, I thought I let you in on a gift that I left by the reception desk," Kaitlin informed him.
"What did you give him?" He asked out of curiosity. Kaitlin directed him to the gift bag containing a mysterious item inside wrapped underneath the tissues. J.B took a quick peek before drawing to a conclusion.
"He is going to be thrilled when he sees this," he remarked. "It's been ages since we've done anything together with Ryan. I don't know where to begin."
"Just because we're together doesn't mean we should alienate our friends," she defended. "After what's been going on the news, he could really use some cheering up."
J.B grabbed his gym bag from against the wall. After grabbing his towel on the chair, he prepares to march into the corridor leading to the men's restroom.
"I'm going to hit the showers and then we can go," he said. "Now that you just came out of work, you could definitely use one."
Kaitlin raised her eyebrow. "Um J.B, I don't think that's a good idea. If we were in there together even in a public facility, people would be spreading gossip all around the area."
"I don't mean that," he clarified in regards to spewing out innuendo.
"I'm freaking kidding," Kaitlin joked. "Besides I'm not in any hurry. I have some clothes at home to change. I'll text Ryan to let him know we're ready. "
"Not a problem," J.B spoke with courtesy. They leaned in on a kiss as J.B marched his way towards the men's locker room.
***
On the upper floor inside of an oval shaped office, a middle aged business man sat on his reclining chair signing a plethora of documents scattered across his desk. Karl Ziktor, chairman and founder of a science based corporation known as Ziktor Industries, finished off his speech by announcing a set of goals that will grossly enhance the company moving forward.
"Our meeting is adjourned. Thank you all for coming by this afternoon. We'll continue our conference tomorrow." Upon conclusion of their meeting, Ziktor shook the hands of each business shareholder. They compiled the necessary documentations inside their respective portfolios.
"Mister Ziktor, you have a visitor waiting outside," spoke an associate from his earphone.
"Bring him in," Ziktor instructed. He stood outside by the doorway waiting for his unannounced guest to make his presence known.
Ding
Ziktor turned his focus towards the elevator. As it opened, he began to recognize a familiar face from his past.
"How is it going Karl? Long time no see." Spotting a blue buttoned down shirt and brown khaki pants, Sam Strickland approached Ziktor extending his arms out for a potential hug.
"Strickland, I'm glad to see you again." Ziktor and Strickland bestowed an embrace; In other words, it sparked a reunion of two lifelong companions.
"What have you been up to these days?"
"What I've been up to you ask? I've been busting my butt showcasing my creativity in what I do," Sam joked. "Now that you've asked, I was going to mention the same question."
As they released the hug, Ziktor went on to make a response. "Good so far. Business is remaining strong, and I couldn't be any more proud to see how well received our products has been."
Strickland smiled. "I'm just in the same boat as you are," he said. "In all seriousness, I'm going to be in Crossworld City for this upcoming weekend. This is going to be a hell of an event for sure."
Ziktor exchanged with a somewhat reluctant smile of his own. For a friendly reunion, the excessive amount of stress consumed the chairman of the board.
"Is everything alright Karl? It seems like you've been spending all this time sitting at your desk when you could be going outside and enjoying the warm breeze," he took into account.
"I've had a lot on my mind going on. With all the press coverage I've been receiving with a former colleague of mine, it's hard to relax when you've got photographers and news reporters barging in on your personal life," Ziktor commented.
"I can see why Forbes Magazine listed your company as the highest grossing tech company in the nation," Strickland replied. "But keep up the great work. That's how I do when I've been hands on developing the latest virtual reality video game."
"I appreciate your moral support," Ziktor applauded. "Listen Ziktor Industries will be under maintenance for the next few days. We've been conducting on some high tech equipment, and we like to ensure they're fully operable before our team moves forward," Ziktor answered. Strickland nodded his head in acknowledging the latest update from his companion.
Ziktor grew intrigued on behalf of his companion's insight. "How is the development going so far?"
Strickland reached inside his pocket to pull out a key chain containing a Flash Drive. Ziktor directed Strickland over to his desktop computer. With the device intact, they inserted the USB inside the hard drive. A Power point browser is displayed on the monitor containing a list of information displayed in bullet points. In addition, cropped images are illustrated on the slide show as depicted.
"With virtual reality being all the rage recently, Metal Fighters has been the most talked about gaming being announced at this year's convention," Strickland explained. "Like in the original, a grand wizard has unlocked a gate that bridges the gateway between Virtual Reality and the Living World. In doing so, he sends out an army of robots that end up wiping off a majority of the human population."
"Go on," Ziktor said absorbing the important details that was being addressed to him.
"In this reboot, a group of armored clad soldiers thrust into combat against the evil Grimlord and his army of robots to expand on his growing empire," Strickland continued. "With a fraction of Earth's population in shambles, the Metal Fighters look to fight back and will stop at nothing to right the wrongs that his army has caused throughout the game." While toggling the screen with the computer mouse, a close up shot of the villain with his heartless demeanor is displayed in the background. "By assembling their combined arsenal, the players must ban together to rid away Grimlord and his vile faction and seal them back to the dimension they came from."
Ziktor continued to observe some sample images of the multi-colored armor suits presented on the screen.
"Karl, is everything alright?" He spoke with concern.
"These suits look very remarkable," Ziktor said. "But there is one thing I don't understand. How would it take three people to destroy a never ending army of robots?"
"I've been receiving constant feedback about this on Social Media," he said. "So far it's very early in the stages but more characters will be introduced as development rolls along. A trailer for that game should be released during the trade show."
While in the midst of their conversation, a raven haired woman dressed in a gray business suit and black dress pants entered through the door.
"Mister Ziktor. I don't mean to rudely interrupt but we have a board meeting to attend to in the next hour. It's best if we commute now before traffic starts getting worse," she told him.
Ziktor glanced at his watch to check the time on the dot.
"Well would you look at that," he said. "I'll be down there shortly. Thank you Juliet."
"Very well then," she complied before leaving his office.
Ziktor gathered his file folders stacked on top of one another. While doing so, he accidentally knocks off a picture frame consisting of a photo that he and Tyler took together long ago. Strickland grabs the fallen object from the ground, taking a glimpse at the close bonding between two men.
"From the looks of it you guys seem to be pretty close," Strickland observed from the still frame up close.
"We were," Ziktor spoke in past tense. "I appreciate you coming in today. I apologize if our reunion had to be cut short. The expo is just around the corner so perhaps we can continue our chat some other time."
"It's alright. I was going to head on out here anyway," he said resisting the sense of disappointment from his face. Strickland removed his USB from the desktop's hard drive. Shutting off the computer, he stood up from his chair while preparing to bid their goodbyes. They bestowed a firm handshake with one another upon their approach towards the staircase. The chairman of Ziktor Industries escorted his companion out to a corridor leading to the lobby. They each waved a hand as Strickland made his way outside the building.
Juliet approached Ziktor to notify him of some importance.
"Ziktor, it's about the crystal orb. It appears Grimlord is still having difficulty adjusting to being under a human vessel. For as long as he has been in exile, your best bet is to ensure the orb remains protected at all cost," she informed while holding a clipboard under her arm.
"Keep a close eye out on the orb. Let me know if it continues to act like its unusual self," he said.
Juliet came forth to address an advice. "It's best to take caution of your actions. The aura that Grimlord possesses may have a higher risk of taking its toll on your body," she continued. "I understand your partnership with Tyler didn't end on good terms. But don't let your personal grudge towards him cloud your judgment."
Ziktor sighed. As a businessperson, he had been known to be humble in front of his associates. However, it didn't matter much if his mannerism came off patronizing.
"You don't have to worry. I'll make sure Grimlord doesn't do anything that will jeopardize my health," he assured her.
Meanwhile, a male bodyguard dressed in a black suit and tie chimed in on the two executives.
"Mister Ziktor, your limo will be arriving shortly in a few minutes. I'll be more than happy to escort you whenever you're ready."
Ziktor nodded on behalf of the favor.
"Tyler didn't know what he was getting himself into. Make sure you keep the orb someplace safe," he insisted. "As long as it remains under our radar, no one will discover the truth behind what I have in store."
Ziktor took a glimpse at his reflection along the staircase window. A close up shot of a smirk drew from the subtle expression of his face. On the outside was your average civilian living his daily life. However, beneath his heart lies a darkness hidden within; It's a darkness so hidden nobody would even dare to question about. What agenda lurks beneath the deranged mind of Karl Ziktor?
***
The Crossworld Café is regarded as one of the city's infamous attraction for civilians to dine in and socialize. The Café serves patrons of children and adults alike in providing the best efficient meals provided on the menu; these meals range from sandwiches and soups to beverages and desserts. In addition to serving food and beverage, the Café also includes a set of built in arcade machines as well as extracurricular activities such as pool, darts, and ping pong to entertain their customers.
By the dining area, J.B and Kaitlin gazed over at their menus looking to decide on an entree they should order. As Ryan entered the restaurant, he approached his way to the table they were reserving.
"It's been awhile. How are you guys doing? I've never thought all of us would be gathering here again," he said.
"We're doing really well," J.B replied.
"How are you doing as an instructor at the dojo?" Ryan wondered.
"Lately we've been getting new students coming along, and our free trial training program has been smooth sailing," J.B told him. "How has carpentry work been for you?" J.B asked willing to provide an update in regards to his friend's social life.
"I had to repair some equipment in a neighbor's kitchen. To say I've been sweating my rear off would be an understatement," Ryan responded.
"I can't imagine how it must be working with all that hardware. It's one thing to deal with pound for pound martial arts. But all that hammering and drilling takes up a lot of your muscle," said Kaitlin.
"Oh you wouldn't believe the countless hours I've spent making houses look all neat," Ryan told them. By turning his focus towards Kaitlin, he began to switch gears upon alluding to her martial arts reference. "Speaking of Martial Arts, I was reading up your Face Book feed, and I didn't realize you had interest."
Kaitlin further commented on the matter. "Well I figured I stay actively fit while studying more about Karate."
In the middle of their conversation, a waiter walked up towards the trio with a pen and notepad intact. "Hi, are you three ready to order?"
"Let me have some barbecue ribs with some veggies on the sides please," J.B said.
"I'm going to have some clam chowder with a baguette, and for beverage I would like to have a strawberry banana smoothie," Ryan told the waiter. Kaitlin took her time deciding on a particular entrée meal to dine.
"I'm having whatever J.B is having. When it comes to maintaining a healthy diet, he certainly knows his way of measuring calories," she concluded.
By confirming his order, the restaurant waiter successfully jotted down the meals they requested. They handed their menus upon anticipation for them to be served.
"...And how is our little miss journalist adjusting to her role in the Chronicle?" Ryan changed the subject turning his attention towards Kaitlin.
"Just for the record I've been working there since I was an intern back in college," Kaitlin insinuated. "We just want to say that if there is anything, and I mean anything you need, don't be afraid to ask. You're still our best friend whether J.B and I are a couple or not."
Ryan took some of Kaitlin's advice to heart while simultaneously hiding away the grieving sorrow in his heart.
"Come on guys. Why would I feel at all neglected than to be with my two BFFs," he spoke in a more passionate tone. Despite the tragedy he and his mother experienced, Ryan maintained a sense of optimism with the urge not to let the despair consume him from within.
"Well in that case then, J.B and I have a gift we like to give to you." Kaitlin unveiled a gift bag from underneath the table as she handed it over to Ryan.
"Wow, this is quite a large one to say the least." Ryan removed the sheets of red gift wrap from inside. He pulled out the mystery item from the bag to unveil a metallic blue helmet with a silver mouth plate intact.
"Well what do you know," Ryan mumbled. "Out of all the video games I've played, I remember enjoy playing as this character growing up."
"There is actually more to it in there. Open the mouth plate," J.B instructed. Ryan opened the lid of the silver mouth plate leaving a ticket that slips out from underneath.
"I don't believe it." His jaw dropped in astonishment. "I'm aware that the expo is around the corner. I never thought I get a chance to attend one," he said. "I don't know how to thank you guys."
"With everything that's been going on, you might as well use a bit of fun every once in awhile," Kaitlin figured. Ryan's eyes gazed in awe of the presents bestowed upon him; Presents that he received by two friends he has known throughout his life.
As time passed, the chef arrived to serve them their respective meals. The three friends dug in while treasuring the smell of delicious food placed in front of them. In the midst of their lunch, they continued to reminisce a time when their friendship together was at its apex. Whether it would be an embarrassing moment at work or the sense of them remembering a particular event from their childhood, they were thrilled to be there. By continuing to socialize, the trio savored every instant they've spent together. As all is well inside the Crossworld Café, it would be nothing compared to a crime scene that would unfold.
Outside a young group of criminals aimed their handgun from a local civilian swearing their innocence. The civilian handed over their wallet to them while preparing to ride off with their bicycles.
"They're taking off with my wallet!" They screamed having been victimized as a result of the mugging. Ryan, J.B, and Kaitlin glanced over at the window to spot the incident that unfolded.
"We better do something out there." J.B got up from his chair storming out of the café upon exiting. Ryan prepared to follow suit keeping a look out on his friend.
"Kaitlin, keep my gift safe. I'll be back for it later." Ryan stormed out of the Café leaving Kaitlin as the only patron sitting by the table.
"Um guys!" She exclaimed. Upon leaving, she laid out some cash left behind on the table. Arriving outside, Kaitlin took a moment to use J.B's car keys he left behind, unlocking the trunk to store the gift bag. After locking the doors, she confronted with the victim, gathering Intel based from their point of view. When asked of the suspects' location, Kaitlin directed the said victim to J.B's vehicle as they rode off.
In pursuit of capturing the robbers, the trio ran across the city looking to retrieve the stolen item. J.B borrowed a bicycle from another local civilian while continuing the chase. Meanwhile, Ryan spent the duration tracking down his best friend's whereabouts. Looking around for transportation, it wouldn't be long before Kaitlin pulled the car over to the curb.
"Hop on," she insisted. Without hesitating, Ryan got into the back seat to provide further guidance to their sightings.
Soon J.B would come across his targeted suspects. The more he pedaled the increase in acceleration necessary to gain a close range at them. The robbers would be caught off guard before encountering a dumpster truck ahead. Despite making a left swerve to the alleyway, one of the robbers began to lose control of their steering, eventually falling out from their bike.
As they managed to spot J.B's presence, Kaitlin pulled the car over once more.
"Keep a look out on the victim. I'll go chase him," he insisted. Ryan exited out of the car continuing to follow his friend by foot. Kaitlin reached inside her purse for her phone dialing the emergency number to get in touch with the police.
J.B chased the robbers through the alley going through a series of obstacle courses laid in their paths. From tossing garbage cans on the ground to climbing up a chain linked fence, neither could afford to slow down. By the time he arrived at a spacious part of the alley, traces leftover from the group were nowhere in sight.
J.B surveyed the area. A moment of silence filled the air around him. Using his gut instinct they had to be nearby. The silence proved to be temporary when one of the criminals leaped on top of J.B's shoulders from behind. The fight ensues when more of his friends gang up on the Martial Arts veteran.
Ryan jumped in on the chance, laying one out using his stiff right arm. Against all odds, they tag teamed in an effort to thwart off the suspects in front of them. When the smokes cleared, J.B and Ryan stood tall against the criminals in their vulnerable state.
"Hey man, are you alright?" Ryan wondered in concern of his friend's well being.
"Even though this shouldn't have happened, I have to admit that was quite a work out experience." J.B panted regaining his composure from the amount of pain they had endured. Suddenly, a police siren began to echo nearby from their location. The cops arrived on the scene to discover the crooks lying in pain and agony.
Ryan and J.B would encounter the commissioner of the Crossworld City Police Department. Sported in a brown trench coat wearing black dress pants and brown boots, she confronted with the two gentlemen in regards to what unfolded.
"Chief, I didn't think we would bump into you today," said J.B.
"Kaitlin managed to contact me about what happened," Rebecca assured. She placed her police badge in her jacket pouch with the original intention of tracking down the suspects responsible for the alerted crime.
"Um, Mom, whatever that it is that you saw back there, we did it in self defense." Ryan's face blemished in an expression of embarrassment.
"You're off the cuff Ryan, and it's not just the fact that I am your mother. With the way things were going over here, we really appreciate what you guys did just now," Rebecca replied.
"Whenever there is trouble nearby, we do something about it. We're just glad we managed to put these crooks in their place," J.B remarked admiring the chief for her consideration. Subsequently, they monitored the cops walking on by with the crooks being handcuffed. "It's been awhile since I've seen you two hanging out for a change."
Ryan stepped forth to address the situation. "The three of us were just coming out of the Café just now. We thought it'd be great to hang out and catch up on what we've been doing," he said. "I mean with everything that's happened recently, I could surely use some time to get out and relieve my anxiety."
With an intimidating facial expression, Rebecca scoffed at the arrested suspects. "At this rate, they'll be spending a hell of a time behind bars," she concluded.
Suddenly, Kaitlin along with the victim arrived to thank J.B and Ryan for securing a personal belonging of theirs.
"I can't help but thank you for what you did back there. I owe you guys one," the civilian admired their assistance.
"That's what happens when you have friends to help clean out the crime in this city. All that self defense training really pays off in the end," said Ryan bumping his fist lightly onto J.B's shoulder.
"One thing is for sure. Those crooks never knew what hit them." As J.B retrieved the wallet from the ground, he handed it back to the civilian, even going on to thank them for their assistance.
"Are you guys alright?" Kaitlin turned her focus to her friends in regards to their condition.
"Some minor bruises here and there but nothing severe," Ryan told her.
"Thank you for alerting me Kaitlin. Without the notification, these crooks would be continuing to roam the streets at this point," Rebecca complimented.
"To be fair all of us deserve credit for what we did," Ryan corrected his mother. They paused briefly to witness the cops direct the captured crooks over to their vehicles.
"Ryan, when you have a chance, let me know what items you plan on selling for our garage sale," she said. "We'll load them in the boxes by the garage to finalize our inventory."
Ryan commented in regards to their personal lives. "No worries, I have time off this weekend to get started."
Meanwhile, Rebecca took a brief glance at the civilian having been robbed of their belonging.
"I could definitely use a ride back," the civilian told her before turning his focus on the three. "Thank you for your help guys."
Upon conclusion of their meeting, Rebecca prepared to escort the civilian over to her car. They each bid their goodbyes while riding off in their respective vehicles.
When they arrived back at the Café, Ryan exited out of the blue Honda, thanking J.B and Kaitlin for providing transportation.
"You have to admit that was quite a hell of a moment right there," Ryan reflected over the event that just transpired.
"No kidding," Kaitlin yawned. "After all that went down, I think I've had enough for today."
"Oh don't forget the gift we gave you from earlier ago. By the way, where did you put it?" J.B wondered having stormed out of the café at the time not to remember what happened.
"I stored it in the back of your car," Kaitlin told him. Subsequently, J.B unlocked the keys to his trunk in obtaining the gift bag.
Ryan complimented them the instant J.B handed the bag over to his friend. "Thanks you guys. It's just like the good old days," he said.
"That's what we friends do," J.B assured. "Just for the record, we'll betaking the subway when we get to the convention that day. I'm going to be looking forward to this bro."
"Likewise J.B," Ryan said. Needless to say, he and Ryan coincided with an exchanging fist bump as a sign of an ongoing friendship that dates back to childhood. As they parted ways, Ryan entered the driver's seat of his truck. After turning on the key ignition, he strapped on his seat belt before leaving the parking lot.
Ryan returned to his apartment later that evening. As his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, he reflected on the events that have unfolded the past few hours. It was the first time in ages he had an opportunity to socialize with two lifelong companions he hadn't spoken to one another; two of whom have since blossomed into an ongoing relationship sometime after their college graduation. While there were no hard feelings, Ryan couldn't bring himself to interfere or potentially sabotage their love for one another. After risking his life to save J.B from the expense of the odds stacked against him, such a risk taking measure indicated that their friendship would remain intact.
Earlier that day, he had a brief moment with his mother in regards to their upcoming garage sale. Ryan brought out some boxes of junk underneath the bunk of his bed. He took a moment to dig through a pile of goodies from years' past. Ryan pulls out a copy of a strategy guide that contains the original adaptation of the classic Metal Fighters video game. As Ryan skimmed through each page, the feeling of nostalgia started to come together. On the back of the guide contained an autograph signing in black ink followed up by a signature of the person's name on the right handed corner.
To my dearest fan Ryan. I've had the pleasure of meeting a genuine being with a mind filled with optimism and open possibilities. Thank you for playing, and I hope you continue to share that joy of experience with your peers - Sam Strickland
Underneath the box contained a dusty but operable camcorder dating back to a time prior to the advent of Social Media. As he brought it out, he took a moment to observe the equipment in his hands. To Ryan, however, it was more than just recording videos; In fact, it was a collection of every defining moment that he and his family have experienced. With a camcorder hooked into the ADV output of his television set, he sat back on his reclining chair watching footage from his childhood. He heard the echoes of his father in the background keeping the camera close up on his son.
Every moment he sees spark tears of joy streaming down from his face. It was like reliving a moment in his life that showed an innocent time in his life; a time he had the least amount of stress to worry of.
While remaining glued to the footage alone, Ryan grabbed a cold glass of root beer from a small refrigerator next to him. He took a sip of the sweetened vanilla concocted within the beverage.
Upon witnessing a head shot of Tyler on the screen, by using his remote, Ryan pressed the stop button. To see the warmth of his smile brought amazing chills down his spine. He would do anything to interact with his father one last time even for a few minutes.
By pushing the play button, Ryan resumed the tape of him and his parents spending quality time as a family. His father may not be around but the memories he cherished with him would forever remain in his heart.
To Be Continued…
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