The Two Lives Of Aaron Wade: The Gamer And The Heir 95 New Era Iv : Harsh Words, Ivan Morrison

"Aaron what's going on?" Cora asked me with a worried voice.

I understood that she was scared, and that in one way or another she needed a little a.s.surance after what has just happened, but I didn't have anything of the sort to give her. My life seems to be getting more complicated by the minute, and I think the best option now, would be to keep the people close to me a way from the danger, and that includes not telling them about why and how I just survived a car chase of super powered cars from a group of Russians who wanted to kill me.

"Don't worry about it Aunty Cora, we'll talk later. We're already at your building, go in and lock your doors, I will out a security detail outside the building for your safety, you'll be fine."

Obviously we won't be having that talk later, this si mother's friend and someone I actually looked up to. Though we've not really connected since I've been back, she was someone I respected and cared for. Call me a hypocrite, but I rather not put her in danger, especially now when she was caught up in something that she shouldn't have been. The less she knew the better for both of us, but Cora was anything if not persistent.

"Aaron what the h.e.l.l is going on! Some people just tried to have us killed, and I'm pretty sure you just ordered someone to kill another person! Please tell me what's going on, are you in any trouble? If that's the case then just tell me what, I can help you!"

"Aunty Cora, with all die respect you're no my mother, if we have to be literal then you f.u.c.king work for me. If I need help from a lonely middle aged woman almost past her prime, then I will tell you. But since I said there's nothing to said, please leave, go home and stay put. I'll call you later."

She looked hurt, nope she was definitely hurt, and I knew I went a little bit too far with the way I had just talked to her, but I had no choice, she was being intrusive and whatever it she wanted to talk about, I was not in the mood to do so. She gave me a pained smile and then opened the door and got out of the car, and then she proceeded to unceremoniously slam the door behind her, really hard. So much so that it gave me a fright, I guess she's really p.i.s.sed.

(Boss don't you think you went too far, I'm sire there's a better way to tell her not to ask too much questions, that was harsh man, real harsh. Even for you.)

"Yeah I know Pegs, I'll try and make it up to her later. But for now, we have places to be."

I did feel a little bit guilty about the way I had spoken to her, she was practically family and I was such a rude jerk. It's going to take a lot on my part to get her to forgive me, but I'm sure I can make it work. I drove away from her penthouse building, back to the road as I followed the directions this Nezha had given to me. I had so many people working for me and it was getting really hard to keep track of all of them, however most of them should be here today.

The drive towards the location of the 'lead' that could tell us which Russian mob put a hit on me was quite dull and silent. It was mostly filled with me feeling like c.r.a.p for the s.h.i.+t I said to Cora, but also a little worried for her safety. And then just to avoid that feeling of guilt, I began wondering how or what sort of weapon could shoot a fireball that would blow an armored SUV to pieces. I'll make sure to ask the Nezha when I got there.

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Twenty minutes later I found myself driving into a warehouse district. From the moment I arrived I already noticed choke points for ambush, and places that were defensive and could be used to hold any a.s.sault back. There were people in each of this places, and I recognized them from the black clothes, and the silver W fas.h.i.+oned like wings on shoulders....these were my people.

I drove until I reach the destination that Nezha had sent for me, it was a warehouse that was boarded up real tight. And not with wood, but rather with thin metal beams that looked like the blinds in an office. There were a few cars parked outside, armored vehicles with ferocious looking men and women standing outside all armed to the teeth. I placed my head on the steering wheel and sighed deeply.

(You okay boss????) Pegasus asked with concern.

"Yeah I'm fine Pegs, let's get this over with."

And then I stepped out of the car, and as soon as I did, my whole disposition changed. Now I was no longer Aaron Wade the chairman of multibillion dollar corporation, or the dyslexic father of a talented Autistic child, I was the darkness that lurked in between the seams of that life. Who I was right now was terrifying, and I was coming for blood.

I pulled the tie around my neck loose and threw it on top of Pegasus's bonnet and then walked towards Hades who was coming towards me with a laptop opened, and being followed by two Asians and judging from their resemblance they either twins or siblings.

"Hades how's the situation here, and have you gotten through to Nanny Florence?" I asked him as he fell into stride beside me while we walked to the front of the warehouse.

"Lady Athena is still taking care of some important business in San-Francisco, however she's also running her own investigation into the situation and would let us know her findings before the end of the day. As for the situation here, I believe Nuwa can better explain it to you." Hades said as the Asian young woman walked forwards and took the laptop from Hades.

"We know for sure the Russians put a hit on you, but why? We don't know yet. Plus we have to be sure which of the mobs made a move on us, any wrong mistake on our part, and we would have the entire Russian mob family going to war with us. So we have to take our steps carefully.

About fifteen minutes before you left, there was an intercepted four way call from an encrypted number within Imperium industries, to a foreign number in Europe and to a cell phone who's location at the time was just a few streets away from the company, and finally to a landline within this building.

The foreign number had it's call address bounced around a few dozen satellites, but it was still child's play for me to find out that it came from Moscow. I'm still trying to triangulate its specific location, but that should be done in a few hours. The encrypted phone from Imperium industries was destroyed immediately the call was finished, I have people now looking for whatever's left of it.

With our two main leads being dead ends, and our third burnt to a crisp our out rightly devoured by Nanites courtesy of you and Nezha, this leaves with our fourth and final lead.

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The landline is registered to a Ivan Morrison, according to official records he owns a transport company, which is true, but the taxis he uses are front for him to smuggle cocaine and a synthesized form of cannabis that's not exactly what the old one is like. He's slowly reintroducing drug trade back into Los Angeles.

The warehouse ahead of us is his club and the base of his operations. He knows we were coming, and at the moment we've received reports of a small army heading this way, probably from the people who tried to off you, and it's safe to say they're coming to save him. We're in for some trouble boss, and that guy's hold up within that club tighter that a t.i.tles clenched a.s.s hidden in it's sh.e.l.l."

I turned my head too look at her, raising my eyebrow in the process. How in the h.e.l.l did that kind of a.n.a.logy get into her head. Her brother coughed a bit, and in the next second and turned a startling shade on red as she blushed from the tip of her toes all the way to the crown of her head. Cute, but she seems a little thin skimmed for this kind of job.

"How long is it going to take us to break through the front door?" I asked the young Asian woman.

"The warehouse is fortified and not just with metal. There's a nanite field placed just ten inches away from the building itself, and we would have to break through that and then through half a meter of mechanized t.i.tanium steel alloy doors. Using conventional methods would probably take us about fifteen minutes, but using an unconventional method with heavy firepower might be best."

"Okay good, what is this unconventional method that you're talking about?"

"Oh! That's just my brother Nezha." She said to me with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked her as I turned to other Asian man.

"Watch and be amazed boss, be amazed! Flame on!"