Free The Rising Sun: Episode 5 by J Hawk Page A

now after.”
     
    He turned to Nano and the small group of
watchmen they had brought along here. “The man is a crime lord
going by the name Zevinog.”
     
    “Let’s end it, then.” said Dantox, frowning.
“It’s taken us long enough to get here.”
     
    This was true: it had been a journey from one
cluster to another. It would have been far faster if they had used
the space gates between the two clusters. But, afraid that the
space gates might also be armed with mystical energy hotspots that
may have given them away to the Naxim, they had decided on the
conventional long distance voyage between the two clusters. But
they were lucky enough not to have experienced any trouble along
the way even in that safer route.
     
    “Well, let’s head in for it, then.” Mantra
looked around at them all as he said it. “I’m pretty sure Zevinog
doesn’t enjoy waiting.”
     
    Dantox nodded, his frown dissolving behind a
look of fierce fervour.
     
    His arms folded, Nano nodded and took a step
forward beside Mantra.
     
    “So what is the plan, if I may ask, masters?”
he asked the two Nyon masters.
     
    His eyes steadily fixed over the tower,
Mantra smiled. “The one he never sees coming.”
     
    __________
     
     
    The man known as Zevinog sat slumped on his
chair, with his legs over the desk before him. This large, lavish
room which he used as his office was decorated with a range of
paintings over its smooth, coloured walls. The tiled floor was
polished and smooth to an almost over elegant manner.
     
    A batch of Rash-cons lay lining the all by
his right, rigid and ice like in stillness. They would spring into
action with the meanest command from Zevinog. An emergency door lay
shut with a digitpad right beside where he sat.
     
    The room’s main door lay across the large
room, and Zevinog’s bodyguard stood ahead of. Large, well built and
intimidating, Swoon was the perfect assistant/ bodyguard for a man
like Zevinog – a man who needed a rigid level of security around
him all the time. Controlling and running a crime empire wasn’t as
neat and clean a business as people usually thought it was.
     
    He drew his thoughts back to focus on his
job.
     
    Brushing the smooth material that made his
suit, Zevinog withdrew his legs from the desk and sat straight. He
tapped a spot on the desk, and a holographic screen formed above
it, hanging still on the air. He scanned the screen, reading file
after file that came along it slowly and closely before attending
to it, and passing to the next.
     
    The serenity that robed his office was
shattered as the bell rung. Annoyed, Zevinog looked up from the
screen: someone was at the door to his office.
     
    He looked up to see who it was.
     
    Swoon tapped a spot on the digitpad on the
wall beside the door. The door slid open with a faint hiss and the
next moment, there was a loud thud and Swoon was sent flying
backwards.
     
    Mantra stood at the entrance, his eyes
carrying along with the bodyguard as he slowly landed in a crumpled
heap in the centre of the room. His eyes rested over the body of
the man, whom he had punched, before slowly rising to meet a
shellshocked Zevinog, who was frozen in a half bolt to his feet
from his chair.
     
    “There’ll be no need for that,” Mantra
announced calmly. “It’s really of no use. Not against me, at
least.”
     
    Zevinog was stripped of all thoughts except
one: he was now facing some kind of attack.
     
    Without turning his head, he roared,
“Rash-cons, get him!”
     
    The space between the robots and the short
man at the entrance was suddenly streaked with jets of light.
     
    But Mantra lazily flicked his hand, and the
seventeen or so Sparkler shots flickered and died as they hit the shield that shimmered to life right before him. He felt a
smile twist his lip as he saw the flabbergasted look on the crime
lord’s face when he saw this.
     
    The Rash-cons came sprinting at him, all of
their guns spraying him with incessant lights. But