The Ultimate Host

Bento was in his living room doing push-ups. He had already done at least ten thousand of them. He was coughing up blood when he was done. Bento had heard all the news about Salazar killing Yamato and Gen taking the throne becoming king. He was not pleased. Do you know how many fucking perks you would get if you were turned into a king? You could kill people and get away with it. You could change laws and make new ones. Bento wanted this power. And he would do anything to get his hands on it. But if he would want to do anything he couldn't. He would have to wait until the lights turned back on. Bento laid back on his incredibly soft bed and fell asleep.

The Outside Of Hotel Micro.

Cross, Sarah, Orion and Lucia were looking for a way to get to Salazar without starting anything up. Salazar had already known what they had looked like. He just did not want to get his hands dirty. After a couple of minutes, the lights had turned back on. Cross had looked up at a building and storm he had seen Alfre ran across. Maybe he was just tripping. That was really Alfre. He was going back to his house and was going to pick up some clothes. He dropped on the ground like a snowflake, without making any noise. He ripped the door off the hedges like it was styrofoam. He scavenged through his house and found some clothes, which were cleaner than the streets that were already clean. He threw them on and went back to Alexis who had killed the twelve Chosen Ones. Alfre was going to say something but he said nothing. He just said :"When it reaches ten o'clock that is when will strike."