**Synopsis of Skyline Academy**
Skyline Academy is the most prestigious school in New York City, known for its exceptional efficiency and success. Despite having room for more students, the academy only admits 600, rejecting thousands each year with...
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THE SERENADE ESTATE →
[9:16 PM]
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
The night sky was dark, dotted with stars that seemed to fade as the tension grew. Inside the grand Serenade Estate, every second brought the core 8 closer to their risky mission. The ballroom, usually a place of elegance, now felt heavy with secrets. The bright chandeliers lit up the room, but shadows lurked everywhere, hiding the true intentions of the guests. As people mingled, unaware of the danger around them, the core 8 moved carefully, their nerves on edge. Tonight, they would need to rely on each other more than ever before.
As the waiters and waitresses began serving the food, Vincent crouched in a flower bed as he observed the security hired to protect the grand party happening within the estate. Fixing his black cap and placing his hood over his head, he ensured that he couldn't be recognized nor recalled as he hurried his steps towards a bald looking guard.
Before the security guard could question his business on the estate, Vincent swiftly jabs him in his throat, so quick his eyes roll back as he falls to the ground. The action cued the rest of the guards to come running in his direction.
And chaos ensued.
"Alright, let's dance." Vincent quipped as he stepped forward, his tone light but eyes sharp with intent.
Cracking his neck and hands, Vincent rapidly moves to the balls of his feet as he keeps his hands guarded around his face. The first guard lunged at him, swinging a baton. Vincent sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. He grabbed the guard's arm, twisting it behind his back and sending him crashing into a bush. The guard fell with a yelp, his baton clattering to the concrete ground.
Another guard came charging in, his fists swinging wildly. Vincent ducked under the wild punches, his foot connecting with the guard's midsection in a swift, powerful kick. The guard staggered backward, gasping for breath, before collapsing to the ground. A crackling sound caught his attention as he swiftly turned around. Jutting his arm slightly, the throw knife hidden in his sleeve came briskly into his palm. Vincent's eyes locked on the third guard, who was reaching for his radio. A quick flick of Vincent's wrist sent his throw knife spinning through the air. The blade embedded itself into the radio, leaving the guard stunned and confused as his device sparked and crackled.
The remaining three guards regrouped, pulling out stun guns. Vincent's smirk widened as he ducked and dodged their electrical attacks with ease. He darted between them, his movements almost too fast to follow. With a fluid series of strikes, he disarmed one guard and sent him sprawling with a kick to the chest. Another guard went down with a sharp jab to the ribs, while the third stumbled as Vincent's elbow struck him in the jaw.
