Revolution: Chronicles of East Blue

Chapter 20 - Shamara's Stand

Before the trio exited the Crimson Dagger, Rudra went ahead and prepared their mode of transportation. He pulled out a few vehicles: two motorcycles—one sleek and stylish, designed for speed and agility, and another larger one, built to accommodate the towering 8-foot monsters of the world. This massive bike even came equipped with a small sidecar, clearly designed with Nanami in mind.

As Shamara, Nanami, and Fabian strolled out in their decked-out outfits, Rudra wasted no time getting straight to business. "Alright, everyone, get in the vehicles and follow me. Fabian, the big one should be easier for you to handle since it has a sidecar. But even if you're not comfortable driving it, there's an autopilot function." Fabian nodded, visibly pleased with Rudra's thoughtfulness. The idea of having a vehicle tailored to his size was a rare luxury, and he couldn't help but feel more at ease.

Meanwhile, Nanami was completely entranced by Rudra's presence. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his flowing locks, chiselled jaw, and overall breathtaking appearance. Her infatuation had reached a point where she was literally drooling—a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Shamara. With a sharp smack to the back of her head, he snapped her out of her daze.

"Get a grip, Little Miss Cutting Board," Shamara snarled, clearly irritated by her behaviour. "He's a person too. Keep that cum-guzzling gaze to yourself." Nanami winced at his words, knowing deep down that he was right. She was behaving inappropriately, letting her admiration cross the line into something more uncomfortable. Without much protest, she pouted and climbed into the sidecar, muttering under her breath, "Well, SO-RRY, I'm just a girl..."

Shamara rolled his eyes, softening his tone just a bit as he straddled the other bike, effortlessly revving the engine while discreetly pressing the inside of his blazer, ensuring that the small device he'd been working on was secure. "Yeah, well, try not to make it so obvious next time. We've got a mission to focus on."

Fabian, now seated on the larger motorcycle, adjusted the controls, familiarizing himself with the vehicle. The massive bike roared to life, its engine humming with power. Shamara could see the satisfaction on Fabian's face as he gripped the handlebars, the sheer size of the machine finally matching his formidable presence.

As they all prepared to set off, Rudra gave them a brief nod before vanishing in a flash of lightning, his form dissolving into pure energy as he teleported to the location of the soirée. The remaining three were left to navigate their way to the rendezvous point, with the GPS devices integrated into their vehicles guiding them.

The ride through Tequila Wolf was both exhilarating and tense. The bridge that spanned the massive structure was an architectural marvel, stretching endlessly into the horizon. The wind whipped through their hair as they sped across the bridge, the distant lights of the soirée visible in the distance. Shamara could feel the weight of the mission ahead, but there was also an undeniable thrill in the air.

Nanami, now more composed, leaned back in the sidecar, her earlier flustered state replaced by a focused determination. She knew that despite her earlier slip-up, she had a role to play tonight, and she wasn't about to let the team down.

As they neared the end of the bridge, the sprawling estate where the soirée was being held came into view. The opulent mansion was perched on the edge of the bridge, its grand architecture glowing under the night sky. Security was tight, with guards stationed at every entrance, but the trio knew that Rudra had already paved the way for their entry.

The vehicles came to a smooth stop just outside the grand entrance. Fabian dismounted first, his towering figure drawing a few glances from the staff, though none dared to question his presence. Nanami followed, gracefully stepping out of the sidecar and smoothing out her gown. Shamara was the last to dismount, as he had arrived, he managed to perform what is known as the 'Akira Slide.' His movements precise and controlled as he adjusted his suit, the feathered coat draping elegantly over his shoulders. Rudra couldn't help but visibly show excitement that got to see the Akira slide performed.