Their New Future | BOOK 2 OF THE ANOMALY SAGA

CHAPTER 11

[Location: Off-brand Gas Station in Greece, Athens. Time: 19:42]

I let out a small puff of cold air from my nose as I leaned against my Agera RS, watching as the gas station emptied. I'd been using the past days relaxing... that's if you'd call adrenaline racing relaxing. The rush is addictive.

Haruki absolutely hates it though.

It's been a couple days since I struck the deal with the gods, and it was unusual to say the least. While I had my left arm back, it felt... weird. Like it wasn't used.

I rub my temples in frustration.

It wasn't completely dark yet, but the sun was almost set and the sky was a deep set of violets, oranges and pinks, somewhat fitting the serene atmosphere.

The gas station was dimly lit by several headlights from cars refilling their tired engines, and the occasional traveller stopping inside the store to grab a snack and pay for their gas. Eventually, it was only me left.

Peeking through the car window, I look at the time, getting a buzz as if the person was waiting for me.

'Dad🐼: Are you nearby? Could you pick up some almond milk and snacks? Thanks. Love, dad.'

I quietly glance over to the meter and remove the pump from the fuel cap, placing it back on the dispenser and lock my car after grabbing my wallet from the drivers seat while adjusting the holsters and my hoodie closer to me, concealing the tattoos slowly peaking out above my neck and sleeves that could identify me.

Before I had left Japan, Atsume refilled my irezumi, specifically the dragon, and tattooed some new designs. I decided against going back to my old design, and instead opted for black work smoke that went from my neck, across my right arm and back, down to my thighs. He was truly a master at his work.

Walking toward the opening of the store, I notice a man holding the cashier at gun point, her whole body trembling as the man yelled at her in greek. I sighed as I rubbed my brow in annoyance.

'This isn't my job anymore. I can't be doing this shit anymore' I thought, my hand hovering behind my back. I pulled my black cap down further.

Deciding against my better judgement, I press my transceiver and begin, "209b, 459, 12031. Target has loaded firearm and employee at gunpoint." I proceed to repeat the address in Greek, and disconnect my transceiver. I frown at my actions before looking for the cameras and pulling my hood up.

'I can't be doing this. Not anymore.'

I gently cock my gun hidden in my jeans by my long black coat and walk into the store quietly, leaving no sounds as the woman looks toward me in fear but continues to looking at him to not give me away. Muffled music played through the radio, which was enough to cover the sound of my boots against the floor as I stayed low to the ground. My eyes observed the man's stance.

He wasn't scared, he stood threateningly and wasn't shaking, but he left himself too open for a behind attack since he was too focused on robbing the poor store clerk with an automatic.

How stupid.

His power was useless, only a physical mutation which was two horns on his head, didn't have any use for them. He's wanted for drug abuse and selling, and now... armed robbery.