Ashgard: Ambition and Purpose
Hunting Journalist #153
"The figure of the man in the black jacket along with the female figure standing behind the two suspects is still controversial. His identity is still unknown to this day. But we seem to be grateful, because it's lucky that he's on our side to finish the attack carried out by Clone Nostra."
"Who is he really? Of course that question is still being sought to know the answer."
In a quiet night, coupled with the cold atmosphere. The calm of Berlin and his wife must be colored by the media that broadcast news about him. On the first-floor living room couch, Berlin spends its leisure time at the end of this beautiful night.
"It looks like you are suddenly famous" chirped Nadia who leaned casually on the chest of the field belonging to the man. He turned his head, looked up slightly, and looked at the gentle gaze of the man as he said, "be careful, and be prepared ...! My gut tells me there's gonna be a lot of people looking for you."
"Yes, I already know. It's a hassle ...!" dengus Berlin, a little bit upset with the increasing news that is still discussing about him. The man seemed to dislike the news so much.
"Mrs ...!" Amidst their casual chatter, Akira walked down the stairs with a face that was already very sleepy.
"How come you haven't slept?" Nadia swiftly got off the sofa, welcomed, and embraced the little girl.
Akira yawned, before replying, "About not being able to sleep."
Nadia smiled gently at the expression of the child who was already very sleepy. He also took one of Akira's small hands, "you have, yuk, same Mama!" he said with a sweet smile.
"Berlin, aren't you sleeping?" Nadia stopped her steps on the third rung.
"I still want to be here first, you sleep first ...! Later I followed to the room," replied Berlin, still sitting on the sofa of the living room.
"Don't be too late, yeah!" nadia was firm, but her tone still sounded so soft.
Both of his dearest people had now returned to the room on the third floor. Now only leaving Berlin one in the middle room is quite wide and wide. The man took his television remote on the table, and turned off the television that was still broadcasting the news.
His steps were slow, leading himself towards the backyard garden. The atmosphere of the night was very calm, only the sound of the night breeze was quite cold, and the gurgling of the pool water could be heard clearly.
Berlin halted his steps, leaned against the white concrete fence at the end of the park, and pulled out a cell phone from inside his white hoodie pocket. With the mobile phone, he appears to open a contact, and starts talking in a voice call with someone.
"He's at the residence?"
"Okay, thank you so much!"
Berlin is seen talking about these two things with the figure behind the voice call he was doing. The man's voice then said, "oh yeah, one more thing! Tomorrow come to the residence, because I want to have a small party! Bring your Ashgard colleagues and the people you want to bring!"
"The more crowded it looks like it's going to get even more exciting!" sahut the man.
A few moments later, Berlin spends his time talking to the man on his phone, before he ends the call. But not finished there, Berlin was again preoccupied with a call in that he did not expect.
"Kimmy?" murmured Berlin, looking at the name of the contact that appeared on his phone screen.
"Did something happen?" tanya Berlin, received the phone call.
"Not too problematic, anyway. But ... This must be quite troublesome, Boss." Kimmy answered that question. "It looks like we got into the DPO list of the media crew, some of us were chased by journalists, but managed to escape."
Berlin breathed heavily upon receiving news of it. It seems that not only is he being sought by the media, but it also happens to his colleagues. Indeed, suddenly viral is not always fun, even the existing is very troublesome. That is how Berlin feels today. He felt lucky because the location of his villa was in a location far enough from the city, and no one knew unless told.
***
"Get in, and shut up in here!" firmly an officer with a face covered face face mask. The officer brought a man in white, Tokyo El Claunius, back to his bars.
Tokyo simply obeyed the order, so obediently and submissively. He went into his room, and then locked tightly in there. The walls of the room were made of concrete which was very difficult to break into, and the doors were made of thick steel which could not be forcefully broken down and blown up. The floor is made of black cement that feels cold. It is not pleasant to be in that room.
Tokyo has completed the umpteenth examination, the examination needed to complete its data at a trial that will soon be held by the government. The trial has yet to begin, but Tokyo can already guess what the punishment will be for him.
PYAARR ...!!
Tokyo dropped a glass glass from the table in the corner of the room. Yes, the punishment he received would most likely be as fateful as that glass glass. Broke, splattered everywhere, unbecoming.
But even so, the man named Tokyo looked so calm as not to worry too much about his fate in the future trial. His facial expression was like harboring a plan and intention that was certainly not good, just like when Clone Nostra before the attack on the City Hall.
"An interesting green table, it looks like it would be more interesting if I tried to test something in that trial?" muttered.
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Seriate.