(E)Episode V - trouble's still in sight

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-- in the Clinton's Warehouse  9 : 30 A.M.

The time has pass, Warehouse seem silent for more then hour now.

"Boss! Rocco is arrived!" 

the call of Clinton's underling heard within the dark room. alert that Rocco EX-Ultimate Hooligan was safe and sound, probably finish his job.   

Through Clinton's earphone was spoke, the door activated. he can hear Rocco's voice saying he's back.

"Get it get it, you may i...what the!?" 

Clinton speech was Intermittent, he surprised to see Rocco's head soak in blood.

    And top aside, he brought a person on his shoulder, with his right arm cheaply wrapped in bandage due to right hand [gone missing].

   For how long he and his gang was doing his crime, he never expect to see his best accomplice come back like this. he never come back with bloodstain or injury before.

  Clinton, Though, remain his cool, asking Rocco with voice that unsure if it was for mature asking about problem from children or for maniac who interest in such violence

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  Clinton, Though, remain his cool, asking Rocco with voice that unsure if it was for mature asking about problem from children or for maniac who interest in such violence. 

"So? how's the story?" ask Clinton, he notice Rocco brought someone with him on his shoulder.

"Eh...To be honest..." At his boss listening to his story, Rocco told the tale of his encounter... 

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---Rocco's Story, back to 8:20 A.M., that time when Harunasha was fighting with Rocco...

, that time when Harunasha was fighting with Rocco

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    That rookie was a real deal, 

After I say my name I though he will afraid upon heed Ultimate name, instead he just signed squeeze the fist in my direction...

...and next I know, somethings destroyed... 

which is turn out to be my right hand...

Kinda load of crap happen here 'n there, 

  and I will make it short.

  I dodge a bunch of...what is it, lasers? 

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