One moment can change everything. Cliche, but true. One moment can hurt or save someone. One moment can decide the fate of millions of people. One moment can change the world. 

Something came to our world, looking for a way to be free. It's ship, broken down and destroyed, looked like a meteor or space rock. Stranger things had been seen in the sky. It split in the atmosphere and landed across the world. 

Our world, Earth. Earth had been reaching a boiling point for ages, everything was building up. Bigotry, politics, hate, new science, corruption, addictive food, and even the Earths weather itself began to turn. Everything was building up, it just needed one more thing.

The being was a catalyst of sorts, when it was released so was a foreign disease. Hundreds of millions dead, the alien disease gave the younger generation, those that survived, physic-defying abilities. In the first few days, Florida was under water. People with abilities were feared and rounded up. 

The government wanted, needed, to figure out what was going on. They wanted a cure, so they needed Patient Zero and test subjects.

"Wait, there's only two seats." May said as she looked at the sports car.

When Nick also saw this he quickly grabbed May and dragged her into the car with her sitting on his lap, the same time a noise of surprised came out of May's mouth.

"What are you doing Nick?!" May screamed at Nick as she turned back to face him when she was in his lap, when she was talking Nick was closing the car door behind him.

Tony sitting next to them just smirked at his nephew's actions and started driving them away, towards the charity event.

"Nick, why am l sitting on your lap?" May asked calming down but with undertones of anger and just a little embarrassment.

"There is only two seats so you have to sit on my lap." Nick said calmly, choosing to ignore her anger.

"Well you could have just teleported us their, then we wouldn't have this problem." May said with a sigh.

"Nope, uncle Tony wanted to make a surprise entrance." Nick told her as he looked to his uncle, who was speeding down the highway.

When May heard this she looked to Tony for an answer, seeing this Tony spoke, "Yeah, about that surprise entrance, I have something I want you to do when we get there, can you... "

...Charity Event, The Red Carpet...

Cameras were flashing and fan behind the barriers were shouting for autographs from the famous people on the red carpet.

Feather up the carpet you could see a bold man in a suit getting interviewed, it was Obadiah Stane.

He was trying to salvage the remains of the press release Tony made recently, about Stark industries not making anymore weapons.

And that's when a rev of an engineer cut off his voice, stopping him from talking.

A silver sports car with an exposed engine in the back came sketching to a holt at the end of the red carpet, a valet was about to walk around to the drivers side when a giant cloud of red smoke burst forth from the end of the red carpet.

From the red smoke appeared three figures.

This was of course Nick, May and Tony.

Tony was standing beside Nick, on his right, when the red smoke cleared, a smirk on his face.

"Don't scratch it." Tony said to the valet can to him who took the car keys dumbly, still surprised from the Tony suddenly appearing.

Tony walked on down the red carpet as Nick stayed where he was because he had May in his arms and hadn't put her down yet, in a princess carry.

"Nick, you can put me down now." May said from his top arms.

"Oh, haha, sorry I forgot I was carrying you." Nick smiled as he put her down carefully, down on her feet.

As Nick was doing this they could hear girly screams from the crowd and the people on the red carpet, they were screaming about Tony.

Seeing this May said to Nick as she patted down her dress, "Your uncle sure is popular." 

"Yeah, but they're mostly all gold diggers." Nick told her as he looked at the screaming crowd with a frown.

When May heard this and then saw the look on his face she thought about what Nick thinks about her, if she was just another gold digger.

"Come on let's catch up." Nick said to her as he offered his arm.

May shook her negative thoughts from her head and smiled up at Nick, taking his offered arm and walking with him up the carpet.

...

Tony was walking up the red carpet when a blond girl in a revealing dress came up to him, "Do you remember me?" She asked as she batted her eyes at him.

"Nope." Tony said as he walked passed her, not even looking her way.

He passed by Stan Lee, patting him on the back as he passed, "Look great Heff."

He continued walking to the charity event entrance, passed all the flashing cameras and reporters, straight to Obadiah.

"What's the world coming to if you have to crash your own party." Tony said to Obadiah.

"Hahaha, look at you." Obadiah laughed as he look at Tony's suit.

"What a surprise." Obadiah said again.

Tony patted him on the back and passed him, "I'll see you inside."

"Hey, ur, listen take it slow, we've got the board right where we want them." Obadiah said grabbing Tony before he walked off.

"You got it." Tony replied nodding his head at Obadiah as he walked into the charity event site.

...

Nick and May were following Tony into the charity event when suddenly they could hear people, the reports around them gasping in fear and surprise.

"Are those horns?!" A blond man shouted, his giant camera already raised and taking pictures of Nick.

"Yes they are, why are you so surprised? I already posted a picture of them on Instagram and I already explained them." Nick said with a frown as he look at this rude man, he looked down at the press pass and saw that the man was Eddie Brock, one of the possible venom's.

"Huh, Instagram?" Eddie said surprised.

"Idiot!" A older man shouted as he slapped the back of Eddie's head, "Don't you know he has an Instagram account, you could have avoided all of this embarrassment."

The man that slapped Eddie stank of cigar smoke and cheap liquor.

"Mr. Stark I'm sorry about my photographer, he's still new. I'm J. Joneh Jameson, I run the Daily Bugel, call me JJJ." JJJ said with a smirk and a half smoked cigar in his mouth.

"That's alright." Nick said as his frown subsided.

"Please take my card, I would love to get an interview with you." JJJ said as he took out a small rectangular card with the Daily Bugel logo on it, along with his name and number.

Nick took the card with one of his free bottom hands and got curious about what JJJ was planning, he was never this nice in the movies and comic's, Nick thought.

And so used his third eye to read JJJ's mind, the red veins covered by his black bandana.

'Just take the card you f*cking blue monkey and give me my interview, I'll do it even if you are just a f*cking mutant, money's money after all.' JJJ thought as he looked at Nick with his fake, poker face smile.

When Nick heard this he tried to keep a straight face but the veins of his Byakugan began to visibly pump along with his anger.

May could feel Nick tremble in rage and when she looked up at him and saw his Byakugan activating she quickly acted by using her free hand to grab the card from his hand and turn back to JJJ saying, "We'll have to give you a call but we have a charity to support right now, goodbye."

May then quickly lead Nick away from the reporters and in to the event site.

JJJ and Eddie were left stunned by the abruptness of May's actions and they were also left wondering just who she was.

...

Tony was at the bar ordering a drink when Agent Coulson walked up to him, "Mr. Stark, it's good to see you safe and sound again."

"Principal Coulson, what a surprise, what are you doing here?" Tony asked him as he frowned at the man.

"I've come to debrief you of your time in Afghanistan, and find out how it is that you made it back home in one piece." Agent Coulson said clearly.

"Debrief me? You make it sound like your FBI or something." Tony said with a laugh.

"I'm with the Strategic, Homeland, Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, I only moonlight as a Principal." Agent Coulson explained.

"Hmm, and it wouldn't be because my nephew started school there. Does the Strategic, Homeland, Iter- you need a better name for that." Tony huffed.

"We're working on it."

"Do you also deal with mutants?" Tony said getting more serious with a frown on his face.

"Only when they are a danger to the world." Agent Coulson explained again.

"Right well-" Tony stopped abruptly as he was looking around the room his eyes landing on Pepper in a blue backless dress.

"I'll go set a date for that debriefing with my assistant." Tony said as he pointed at Pepper with the drink in his hand.

He was just about to walk off when he suddenly turned back around to Agent Coulson, "Oh and if I find that you are trying to use my nephew for what ever reason I'll make sure you'll pay dearly for it." Tony said with anger and agitation radiating off him, but it dissipated just as quickly as it arrived.

Agent watched Tony as he walked over to Pepper, a scrutinizing look in his eyes, he walked off soon after.

...

Nick and May were just walking into the ballroom when Agent Coulson walked off.

"Are you ok Nick? You were suddenly so anger, what did he do to make you so angry?" May asked Nick concerned.

"Hah, yeah, I'm ok." Nick sighed, "It nothing he did, it's what he thought that made me so angry."

"What do you mean? What he thought?" May asked confused as she looked up to Nick for an answer, hanging onto his arm even more now.

"Come on, let's forget about that for now." Nick said quickly trying to brush the conversation away, he then looked around the ballroom and saw Tony and Pepper dancing together.

"Why don't we join my uncle and Pepper on the dance floor." He said as he pulled May over to the dance floor, May still had a doubtful look on her face.

They started dancing together slowly swaying along with the music, May's arms were around Nick's neck, their body pressed up against each other, Nick's top arms were rapped around May's lower back and his bottom arms were holding onto May's hips.

"Nick you didn't answer me, what did you mean when you said, his thoughts made you angry?" May pushed for an answer again.

"Urr, we're not even married and you are already nagging me like we're an old married couple." Nick moaned to May.

"No, you are not worming your way out of this by trying to tease me, what. did m you. mean?" May said slowly, putting more and more anger into her voice as she said each word.

"Fine, but I can't tell you around all these people." Nick whispered into May's ear, when May heard what Nick she looked around and she could see people giving them prying looks.

"Ok, let's go over here." May then lead Nick by his top right hand over to the balcony, where Tony and Pepper should be if he was remembering the movie right, Nick thought.

May dragged Nick all the way to the edge of the balcony where a ginger haired woman in a blue dress was standing.

"Nick have you seen your uncle, he should be getting us some drinks right now but he seems to be taking his time." Pepper asked Nick when May dragged him over to her.

"No, but you know him, he gets distracted really easily." Nick told Pepper, but he was thinking about how Tony was now finding out that Obadiah was trying to take the company for him.

"I'm going to check in on him, see what's taking him so long, I'll see you later, have a good night you two." She said at the end with a smile, right before she walked off looking for Tony.

A couple seconds passed before May spoke, "Who was that?"

"Pepper Potts, she is my uncle's assistant, he would be completely lost without her, haha." Nick explained to May with a laugh.

"I see... now, back to you." She said as use poked Nick in his shoulder.

"You can tell me what your hiding now, there's no one around." May said to him as she looked around to double check.

"Hah, fine, When I my horns came out, that wasn't the only thing that grew. I'll show you just promise me that you won't scream or faint or something like that." Nick said seriously.

The prompted May to act just the same way, "I promise I won't freak out what ever it is." May replyed just as seriously a s seriously Nick was being.

"Ok." Nick then lifted the bandana on his forehead which revealed the vertical slit in the middle of his forehead.

Nick then opened his third eye, showing off its red pupil and black sclera, this made May surprised but she quickly regained herself.

She raised her right hand to his forehead and felt around the edges of the eye.

"Can you see out of this eye?" May asked not taking her eyes off of his.

"I can, just like it was a normal eye. I was able to know what JJJ was thinking because of one of the abilities this third eye is mind-reading, he is just a racist ba*tard who only cares about having more money and becoming more famous." Nick spat with pure hate at the end.

When May saw how angry Nick was becoming she lowered her right hand down from his forehead and to his cheek, slowly creasing it to calm him down some.

"Ok, thank you for telling me that Nick, that is a big secret, you don't have to worry I'll keep it to myself." May said with a side smile as she continued to stroke his cheek.

"Hah ... thanks May, and for not being scared of me." Nick also smiled at her as he pulled his bandana back down.

They continued to stair into each other eyes when Nick slowly brought his face down closer to hers, he rapped his hands around her body and started from where he left off at the tailors.

There lips were only a couple inches apart, Nick was waiting for May to say no, push him away, anything, but it didn't come and so he went for it.

Nick pressed his lips against hers, he could feel her hot and heavy breath against his face when she breathed out of her nose.

She still wasn't pushing away and so Nick didn't stop, he started of slow, light peaks on her lips and he then did something more.

He started to play with her soft lips with his, making a way for his tongue to slide it's way into her mouth, his tongue hit her teeth and were awaiting entry.

While he was waiting Nick licked May's teeth and her gums, trying to tease her into opening her mouth and that's when she did.

May's teeth separated, letting the rest of Nick's slightly long tongue into her mouth.

May's tongue was at the ready on the other side, they hit each other as Nick used his tongue to explore May's mouth.

Their tongues wrapped around each other, as if they were fight for ground in May's mouth.

It was at that point a moan escaped her throat, hearing that the fire underneath Nick was lit and so he teleported them away.

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Silly hooman! How dare you hit your king!
Burger stared at Ye Ling angrily.
Ye Ling was even more unhappy with that. He slapped it again, and Burger jumped off the sofa miserably. It jumped onto the other sofa and glared at Ye Ling. How dare you hit the king. Come on! Come and get me!
Shen Qianshu and Lin Xiaojuan were on the phone. "Xiaojuan, can Tong Hua finish all his filming tomorrow? Didn't you say that only a little was left? We got to hurry. We are going on a trip the day after tomorrow."
"Sure, are you bringing me too?"
"Nope!"
"Heartless woman!"
"Ask Gu Xie to bring you. We are going on a family trip."
"What are you showing off your love for? A silly b*tch came to the filming site and tried to call me out today."
"Where did this bitch come from?"
"Just He Xiaoai. She admires Gu Xie."
"So many people on Earth admire Gu Xie. You have so many love rivals. Chill."
"True. I think I'm really fortunate!"
Shen Qianshu laughed lightly. Her mood that had been messed up by Gu Yuanli became better. 
At the same time, Ye Ling had taken the box that Shen Qianshu had accidentally left on the table downstairs. He opened it up and squinted. His fingers tightened. "Blood rose?" 
He stood up suddenly and rushed upstairs. 
Upstairs, Shen Qianshu had just removed her shirt and was intending to soak in the bath. The entire bath was filled with shampoo, and she intended to make Ye Ling's 'pillow' smell really great. Suddenly, she sensed that someone had kicked the bathroom door open. Shen Qianshu grabbed the bathrobe and put it on immediately. 
Ye Ling had bloodshot eyes. "Where did these come from?"
A ferocious beast lived in his eyes, shining intimidatingly and coldly. Shen Qianshu looked at the rose in the box and felt nervous for some reason. She was puzzled. She had been too comfortable around Ye Ling that she forgot about Shifu's gift. 
How could she explain such an expensive gift?
"Have you touched it?" He asked.
Shen Qianshu was confused. She nodded. "I have."
Ye Ling's eyes became really scary, and his amber eyes turned really red. He grabbed the box tightly as if he was about to destroy something. 
Shen Qianshu was shocked. She ran over and hugged him hurriedly. "Master, don't be afraid. I'm here. Master, don't be afraid."
Ye Ling's breathing was really heavy, and it was as if he had asthma. He grabbed her shoulders really hard as if he was trying to break them. His eyes were really scary. Shen Qianshu bore with the pain in her shoulders and held onto Ye Ling's face hurriedly.
"Master, I am Shen Qianshu, your big princess. Do you remember me?" She did not know what was going on in Ye Ling's mind. She would never know what Ye Ling was seeing in his eyes. 
She could only try to wake him up.
"Master…" Shen Qianshu screamed. Her shoulders hurt really badly. She suspected that she would be crushed to death by Ye Ling. Suddenly, Ye Ling's body softened, and he fell into Shen Qianshu's arms, pushing her a few steps back. An equally petrified Zhong Ran stood behind him. He had zapped Ye Ling out cold.
Shen Qianshu's eyes watered. She was fearful and regretful.
She took the box and threw it away, and Zhong Ran went to carry Ye Ling onto the bed.
"Miss Shen, are you okay?"
Shen Qianshu was in great pain, and she broke out into a cold sweat. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. Bring the calming agent here!"
Zhong Ran nodded and went to bring it over. For safety reasons, he got Ye Ling's personal doctor Bo Yiren over. Doctor Bo Yiren was a young and beautiful lady with pure and clear skin. She looked nice and gentle, and she was graceful and full of life. 


Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling's child in an accident. 
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation's son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, "Hello, Daddy?"
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, "Where's my princess?"
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling. 

"You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let's have another baby!"


January 1st, 2012 01:12 EST


The black SUV shot through the storm, its tires kicking up water and grit as it raced along the once well paved road, and rain pelted the windshield nearly as fast as the wipers could clear it.

As the automobile charged along at sixty miles an hour, two of the four occupants checked their phones nervously but never said a word to each other, while the other two in the front seats kept their eyes firmly on the road ahead and the rapidly approaching lights. Everything was soaked outside the confines of the reinforced metal box they rode in, caked with mud by the time vehicle closed on a mansion in the center of a rain-swept everglade.

Or what was left of it.

The vehicle decelerated quickly, skidding to a stop just twenty feet from where the front door once stood. The two men up front leapt out and took a few steps away, their eyes scanning for any threats as they firmly held their weapons – pointing down unless needed. The passengers waited a moment, surveying the scene outside before joining them.

Agent Phil Coulson had seen a lot of things over the years working with S.H.I.E.L.D., and this was far from his first burned out crime scene, but even he had to admit, "Well, this seems excessive."

"Really?," his companion for this road trip, Agent Jasper Sitwell, asked incredulously. "I thought the destruction of a multi-hundred million dollar residence would prompt a bigger reaction from you than that."

Phil shrugged it off. "It's been a long week. Destruction of private property, even on this scale, just doesn't seem all that interesting right now."

What was left unsaid where the reasons of the long week. Between seeing the living legend Agent Carter walking into the Triskelion looking just like some kind of Greek Goddess in a pantsuit, investigating a gang war in New York using Wakandan weaponry against a fire breathing demon, and the revelation that a honest to god dinosaur was running around the city, something as genial as a "mystery explosion" didn't really phase him right now.

The two men walked deeper into the ruins of the house, and Phil glanced around at the various agents on site going about their business. The whole property had been closed off within minutes of the first responders arriving, and S.H.I.E.L.D. had taken over the site a few minutes later when initial reports of a "monster" on site were pushed up the chain. Of course, it didn't take long for everyone to guess it was McCole – or Hyperion, as his code name had been designated – since Fury had dedicated one of the satellites to follow the man ever since the attack on Titan Solutions.

What had everyone confused was reports of the "monster" being dead. Fury wanted confirmation if it was true, and he especially wanted to know what could have possibly killed a man who had shrugged off heavy weapons fire like they were made from nerf darts.

Not much actually remained of the building itself, maybe the basement and a bit of the surrounding gardens, but what immediately got Phil's attention was the number of body bags littering the site. At first he thought they were just collecting evidence, weapons or some other items, and had just ran out of the usually clear bags. But after he pulled back on one of the zippers and saw the scorched and managed body underneath, Coulson reevaluated.

Sitwell looked a little shaken as well, judging from the slightly green tint to his face. Or at least what could be seen from under the umbrella. Miami rains were frequent, but thankfully not usually heavy or long, and Phil could already see the sky starting to clear up.

A tech ran up to the two of them, face pale and solemn, but filled with a firm resolve that Phil didn't expect to see in someone so young. "Agent Coulson," she reached out with a tablet, and Phil took it, "I'm glad you're here. You are not going to believe what we have found so far."

Coulson's eyes skimmed the summary open on the tablet, "Let's hear it then."

"If you'll follow me, Sirs." The young woman turned and started to lead Phil and Sitwell thought the maze of caution tape, evidence flags and other agents on site who were swarming the place like ants. "When the initial team arrived they thought this might have been drug related, you know, like a meth lab or something blew up, but it only took all of five minutes to rule that out."

They stepped past a row of bodies. Phil could see a couple of smaller bags next to them, and realized they were just the right size for a head. It made him shiver slightly.

Continuing on, the agent added, "So as our techs arrived and began picking at the remains, we came up with an early estimate of more than a hundred corpses on site. Later we revised that to a hundred and twenty when we started to include the human-shaped ash piles and black scorch marks."

Sitwell spoke up, "So what did this? An explosion?"

The tech stopped in her tracks. "Honestly, sirs, you won't believe me until you see it."

Coulson and Stillwell shared a glance but then followed the young woman deeper into the ruins. She continued speaking, "The bodies were fewer here, but only because there was so little of them left. We've found several arms, a few legs, but nothing much larger than that. Most of them are clustered around where the entrance used to be."

"We saw a fair number of people outside on the drive and walk in." Phil added.

The tech shook her head, "We don't believe they died out there. We think they were thrown there by the blast."

"You know who they are?"

"We are running DNA, fingerprint and facial recognition on the few people we can, but so far it looks like two separate groups were involved."

"They blew each other up?" Phil asked, surprised.

The tech looked like she was about to smile, but then schooled her face. "No sir, we think that did it."

As the three of them crested a pile of debris, they found themselves looking down into a very expensive crater. Nothing was recognizable in the brick, wood and marble nest, but someone had managed to erect a protective tent over the fifty foot wide whole to keep the rain out of the crime scene.

Phil carefully schooled his face as he took in the site below, and tried his best not to leap to most obviously conclusions for what his eyes were seeing. Admittedly, he was having difficulty finding the words to describe it.

Sitwell did not. "Is that a fucking dragon?" he exclaimed.

Nodding, the tech clarified, "What is left of one."

The creature in the circle was the color of ash, and looked to be just as brittle. Phil could see parts of the remains just flaking off, turning to dust before his eyes. The head looked like some kind of dragon or dinosaur, partly, but he could also see that half of it was vaguely shaped like a human skull. The right arm was human, at least in size if not in form – couldn't possibly be mistaken for one with hands shaped into a three-digit appendance complete with talons, but the other was at least twenty feet long and reminded him of a pterodactyl skeleton he once saw. The lower body was even worse, mangled and twisted as it was, the bones were too big for the body and shifted out of the way to make room for a very long tail. And the torso, was just gone. The head, arms and legs all lead up to where the body should have been, but all them just suddenly ended in a twisted mess that reminded Phil of play-dough.

"It was dead when we got here," the tech began without preamble, "but the body was still warm. It has since rapidly cooled. As it has done so, the skin changed from a bright red to the current ashy white. And like ash, it is falling away at the smallest provocation. We are trying to keep the thing undisturbed as we take photos and wait for a biological team to arrive to collect it."

Looking around, the tech added, "Sadly, there were no recoverable samples. Anything that might have once had DNA literally burned away."

"How do you know?"

The tech looked at him. "There is marble down there, melted marble. That requires a temperature of at least eight hundred Celsius. DNA is unrecoverable after reaching one hundred Celsius for a few minutes. Whatever this thing was, it was well and truly cooked."

There was no heat or patronizing in her words, so Phil accepted her words at face value. To try and change the subject, he asked, "What can you tell me about the bodies?"

"That is where things get weird, Sir."

"Weirder than a hole in the ground with a dragon corpse inside?" Sitwell asked, his voice strained but not yet breaking.

"Respectfully, yes."

The young agent led then back down and away from the hole, and Phil found he actually had to force his feet to move as he really wanted to stay and look at the fallen beast. But with a small effort he did and followed close behind even as he lifted the tablet and recovered some of the photos taken of the creature from earlier, before its skin had begun to fall away.

"This was our first clue that something was very weird here," the tech offered. She walked up to one of the body bags, and began to unzip it. The remains inside were very badly broken, arms and legs missing, but otherwise in decent shape compared to many of the others Phil had seen.

He also noticed how the figure was dressed. "Is that a ninja?"

"Yes, sir." The tech reached under the bag, and retrieved an evidence bag, handing it to him. "And here is his weapon."

Phil held the long, slightly curved blade in his hands, and felt like a kid all over again. He had to fight the smile that was threatening to break out on his face. "So, we got dragons, and ninjas. What else?"

"Funny you should ask."

Sitwell blinked. "You can't be serious, there's more?"

Nodding, the tech waved them to follow and started to walk to another body not far away. When the bag was opened, Phil tried to desperately school his features as he recognized the face of the half melted man inside.

The Tech didn't notice him growing still and proceeded to explain, "S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Derik Ovington. I recognized him as soon as I saw him; we went to the Academy together. Good at his job, kind of an asshole, but a good Agent."

Looking up at the two men, she continued, "When I saw a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent here, I started making the rounds of the bodies we could account for. I won't claim to recognize all agents on site, but I did see three others here that I remember from my time at Operations. I've got a rush on identifying any others and we are going to cross reference them with the database to see how many active or former agents were on site."

"But what really has me confused is that they shouldn't have been here."

Sitwell looked at her, his face a mask. "If they were here they were on mission."

"Respectfully, sir, you are wrong," the agent looked at Jasper, and then at Phil. "I grew up in Miami. It's my home. So I keep a close eye on any S.H.I.E.L.D. operations in the area. At fifteen-thirty hours yesterday, when I checked, there was nothing on the books planned in this area. But if you look now, it says that there was a mission on the books for the last week and was entered two days ago. That doesn't happen."

Phil's brow furrowed. It wasn't unheard of missions to be backlogged if they were covert; it was a security precaution against any possible spy activity or hacking, but that only happened when the operation was finished and everyone had gone home. Usually a week later the books would be updated. And if this has been a covert mission that had gone wrong Fury would have told him as such when he was ordered here to investigate. The tech was right.

Sitwell however nearly took the tech's poor head off when he barked at her, "If they were here, they were on mission and that is final! Now go do your damn job!"

The tech glanced at him, and Phil nodded with an apologetic smile as she turned to leave. He would make sure to talk to her later.

"Kids today." Jasper said, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "Well, this is going to be a hell of a mess to explain."

Phil grinned as he read through the notes the tech had left him. "According to our records this place was owned by A.I.M. It's supposed to be a private residence, but from the size of the basement I would guess that they were doing some R&D here as well. And I would guess that the dragon had something to do with it."

Jasper, nodding added, "I think I saw some of that Amber Armor on a few bodies. Think there is any connection to McCole?"

"Oh, I'm sure he was here. But I don't think he got here until after the fireworks started. From the preliminary report, it appears that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived on scene and engaged an as-yet unidentified hostile force that had seized A.I.M. employees. No way to tell what really happened after that. At some point a dragon appeared and seemed to have killed both sides indiscriminately, and then something – likely McCole – killed the dragon."

A long silence stretched out as both men let the events settle in their minds. There was a lot in that summary that neither man obviously liked, and a lot that raised questions that demanded answers.

"So, who is going to go arrest the freak?"

Phil looked over at his colleague, and felt the corners of his mouth quirk up. "For what exactly? Killing a mythological creature?"

He stretched his arm out and gestured towards the building, "I don't think Hyperion killed anything except that dragon, and I think that could either be considered self-defense, based on what it did to everyone else here, or mercy for the poor person that it once was."

Jasper opened his mouth, closed it, and then narrowed his eyes at Phil. "Did you actually use that ridiculous nickname?"

"Yeah, I did."

REMEMBER THIS EVERYONE- This is not my novel I have read this novel in the internet and I liked it very much and taught that I should share this novel with you all.
Real author's name:Bakkughan
Site :https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-twelve-step-program-to-omnipotence-mcu-si.645007/page-7#post-47142082
 


Name? - "Michael McCole."

Sex? - "Male."

Age? - "24."

Method of awakening in target universe?

"Reincarnated into a baby, while mainting full meta-knowledge."

Early stages of new life?

"Spent in an orphanage, focusing on mastering programming and engineering as best I could, without showing myself as the second coming of Tony Stark, since that would probably draw a lot of attention which I couldn't protect myself from."

Current goals in new life?

"To become powerful enough that I will never be collateral damage in this universe, just some background fodder killed off in order to give the heroes motivation to fight. To become powerful enough that nobody in the universe will ever be able to harm me."

Cost acceptable for completion of current goals in new life?

".... Everything."

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Although Youngho wanted to say something about the de facto power of terrorist groups, he was hesitant to tell Michael. Being a former military man, he was a patriotic person and Youngho did not wish to confuse him with unconfirmed information.

Michael was a typical middle-class white man who was hot-blooded. It would be asking too much for him to handle his country's injustice. He would fight Youngho if he had to and abandon his honor to protect his country's honor. Although if it was not related to his country's benefits, he did not hesitate to sell information to the information agency. Anyway, Youngho was not sure what kind of disadvantages would fall on him if he shared Eriksson's opinion with Michael. There was a possibility that the CIA might also be involved in this.

Youngho only wished Edward was near him.Although he was relegated to Panama, he was like a savior who helped Youngho settle down in the CIA. It would not be a lie to say that he could only make this far because of Edward. Youngho picked up a public phone near the trade fair site and dialed Edward's cell phone number. He did not pick up even though the bell was ringing. When he did not pick up at the second time, Youngho called him for the last time and Edward finally picked up sounding as if he had just woken up.

"I thought you won't ever pick up. Were you surprised by the strange number?"

"Mr. Lee?"

"I'm sorry to bother you in sleep. How are you?"

"It's been long. What made you call at this hour? Is there a problem?"

Surprised by his call, Edward's tone was raised.

"I'm visiting the European chapter and I just wanted to hear from you. I haven't been keeping in touch and I felt sorry for that."

"Well, between men, it's a lot if you talk once in several months."

"Well, I'm less burdened if you say so. How are things?"

"It's been great. I've been entertaining myself looking at Panama beauties."

Edward's voice was clearer now that he was fully awake.

"If there's no one around you, I'd like to discuss something with you."

"Aren't you using a public phone? Will you have enough time to talk?"

Youngho who had just put down the phone felt better now. Edward sympathized with many of Youngho's guess and advised him for what to watch out for. When he said not to trust anybody in the CIA, Youngho asked about Michael. Because he said Michael was trustworthy, Youngho felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest. Edward was a second-generation Armenian American immigrant who was raised in the States and had studied in the States but he considered Armenia as his own country.

What Youngho asked for Edward's advice was about Eriksson's speculation that the mastermind of the recent terrorist attacks might be Jewish capitalists. Edward, who was an elite agent who graduated from the CIA university as agent Philip, gave basic advice but it was enough to calm Youngho's mind. He said that 'information starts on the basis of conjecture, and at times, agents should be able to doubt anyone even if it the president of the United States.' He emphasized not to act upon speculation without any positive evidence and not to look at the works of nations or big organizations with an ethical standard. If Youngho waited quietly, he would soon see who's involved to what extent. Saying that, pretending to be ignorant was beneficial in the long run for an agent, he added that if Youngho found out unspeakable information, he should rather try to make monetary gain. Therefore, Michael's involvement in the information business was not so unethical. Knowing where Youngho was from, Edward's had given the best advice to him.


***



It was only Eriksson's opinion that the Federal Reserve Bank was behind current terror attacks. Youngho was just shocked realizing that an unexpected organization could be the driving force that was stirring the world. When did the world move normally?


When the oil prices fell, OPEC tried to cut oil production, and the resistance of the Western world to tame them and the Islamic countries on the verge of national overthrow always paralleled. If it was all a conspiracy that the bad cycle continues, where it all ends up with Islamic hardliners' terror attacks, the world was a such a funny stage for play.


The current events were not something new since we all live in the world full of conspiracies. No matter what, it is true that we live in a world where money is everything.
The world had been quiet or loud depending on wealthy countries' ethical standards and how they used their money.


Whether it was a conspiracy or not, the countries that had been attacked by terrorists would have to take revenge on them. They would not save some missiles since they needed to calm the public opinions in order to maintain their government power. The local warfare would inevitably take place, and Youngho would only survive when he sees everything in the eyes of a businessman, not the ones of an agent. There were multiple meanings to Edward's advice to expand his funding sources.


If one becomes a mega-corporation that was not subject to a certain nation, nobody could touch that person. Since Youngho was neither an elite agent that went to the CIA University nor a US citizen, Edward had suggested to stop dreaming of a high position in the CIA but make money to survive.

When Edward first met Youngho, he said that he was a US CIA's agent but he was the second generation of an Armenian immigrant. This meant that he knew the limits of his origin, and he was showing his will to help his Armenian people with the power of an agent. He also never looked back as he was being relegated to an unimportant role. It was because he did his best to help his people.


As he was leaving to Panama, Edward had asked Youngho to secretly help Armenians if possible. He had become an agent with a goal to help out his people and Youngho had become an agent for his business purpose.
Then, Youngho's path was only one. 

"Where have you been?"

"I was just a little frustrated, I talked with Edward."

"What kind of advice can a person in Panama give now? Anyway, how's Edward?"

"He said he's enjoying Panama beauties."

Jongil's eyes sparkled at Youngho's mention of 'beauties'.

"I heard that there were many beautiful women in the Central and Southern America. Man, that must be true. Didn't he say anything about inviting us?"

"What? Should I just assign you there? Agents in Central and Southern America do a lot of lobbying just to come to Europe."

"Dude!"

Ignoring Jongil's yelling, Youngho dragged him back to the basement of the trade fair site.



***


"Mr. Eriksson, it's Lee Youngho."

"I'm honored to hear from you so often."

Eriksson answered the phone in the same relaxed manner as before.

"I felt like I should pay you back for your opinion."

"Didn't we come to an agreement by exchanging information with each other?"

"You can take care of that to your liking. I just think I owe you that much."

"I'll listen carefully. Please go on."

"A major terrorist attack is expected in Frankfurt. German police and experts have been mobilized now, but the results are unpredictable."

"Very well. I just want to let you know that it's something new for us."

He spoke in a business tone but it was neat.

There was unprecedented tension in downtown Frankfurt. Every vehicle entering the main facilities were passed only after being searched to the bottom of the car and in the streets, armed special police force was patrolling around in groups of two or three.


Youngho and Jongil, who had looked around the trade fair site, were now at the site of automobile exhibition fair. Although the German police's bomb disposal unit had already swept the scene, Youngho and Jongil were sent to search around representing the CIA. Since the two were not explosive experts, it was impossible to find bombs. It was rather a perfunctory visit but the German police officers welcomed the two as if they were experts since they were sent by the CIA.


The estimated time of terrorist attacks was in three to five days from now.


The automobile exhibition fair was held every two years. The fair that was supposed to be held last September was being held in this May due to industry's circumstances. Since the opening day and the next day were the most convincing days for attacks, Youngho also paid attention to the exhibition site. Of course, all of the officers and related people had the same idea and searched the site thoroughly.

Although Youngho's team and other officers investigated for hours, nobody found any strange object. Jongil who was chewing a bad hamburger which he had bought from a near fast food store, spoke to Youngho.

"Youngho, doesn't it seem like everybody knows about the potential terrorist attack in here?"

"…"

"Don't you think any stupid terrorist groups could have guessed this situation?"

Jongil had a point. What if it was the terrorists' scheme to turn everyone's attention in this way and launched their attack in some other place?

"Are you saying that it's going to take place in somewhere else other than Frankfurt?"

"Well, it'd be effective if they attacked here. There will be so many people crowding in for the automobile exhibition fair, from automobile company owners and related business people. Including the airport, train stations, and fair site, there are tons of places in here where people could gather."

"You know police is checking people in big hotels and malls where there's going to be a lot of people."

"Do you think it's going to be possible to check all of the people?"

Jongil had been irritating Youngho with his words.

"Stop saying about the problems. So, what are you suggesting?"

"You know, if the attack will take place anyway, we should spread the word that this place is dangerous."

"Man, do you think the German government will tell people to not visit here? It's like advertising that the country is defenseless against terrorist attack, and what good would be these events if there were no visitors?"

The German government was in a dilemma that they have to keep going on with their national events knowing that there would be terrorist attacks.



***


Without any fruit, the automobile exhibition fair day arrived. All of the facility was concluded to be explosive-free. The most worrisome things left were attacks using a driving car and a suicide bombing attack by individuals. The only way to prevent those was to not to have cars at the fair and checking all the people coming in. If there was even a little suspicion, people were searched. Of course, there were so many complaints by people and the VIPs were disgusted by Germany's treatment of them. Although lives were at risk, people could not be patient for the immediate inconvenience. Because people's complaints continued, the officers who were in charge of security check, acted passively and defensively. Looking at their behaviors, intelligence experts nervously began the countdown for the attack.

The incident happened at night. There was a little explosion in a café in front of Romer city hall, and it was followed by the explosion of a cruise ship at a dock of the Main River. In front of the Romer, traveling families were injured and in the cruise ship, the staffs of the fair who were having an own celebration party were exposed to the attack. It was all done by young terrorists who were disguised as staffs.
Although many people were injured, the government continued with different events as they were scheduled.

And the aftermath of the incident began to deteriorate strangely. Throughout Frankfurt, people in Arab and Islamic costumes now were blamed for the terror attacks. As if they had been waiting for the incident to take place, young German people who claimed to be Nazis and even skinheads joined to exert indiscriminate violence all over the city. Asian visitors, Youngho and Jongil, were not safe from them either since they were attacked by young German men too. Because Youngho showed his pistol, he could avoid them but if he did not have the weapon, he would have fought against the young men in order to get out of the place. It seemed that terrorist attacks were not important anymore but the bigger problem was the violence of German young people.

Empire of the Ring is a Korean modern fantasy epic adventure novel that sets in the nations of the Caucasus mountain range which separates Europe and Asia. The nations of Caucasus are regions of many conflicts over territories, ethnicities, and religions. The story begins as Lee Youngho, a warm-hearted Korean merchandiser, takes a business trip to a disputed territory of the Caucasus nations to sell Korean unmanned security systems only to get misconstrued as a spy and caught by Armenian militia. Youngho eventually gets involved with the militia and CIA to help out people of the regions from conflicts and works toward a birth of a new empire in Caucasus.

This is an ongoing novel from Korea with more than 750 chapters as of today. The pace can feel a little bit slow in the beginning but as the story unfolds, you will be drawn into the world of Caucasus. If you are a modern fantasy/adventure lover, you will enjoy learning about different regions and cultures in Eurasia and Eastern Europe as Youngho travels around the places. Happy reading! 

*Disclaimer: The following contains depictions of religion and ethnic disputes. We do not support the author's views, we are only translating and editing the novel. This fictional novel is inspired by real-world people, places, and events — the author has taken these people, places, and events and embellished them as characters with conversations and backgrounds as done in fiction.

There was not a single light in the dark. Everyone felt sad. If they were in his place, they might have gone mad.
The buzz of the camera could be heard clearly amid the silent, deserted night. Qin Guan jumped out of the tub as soon as the director stopped the camera. "Ouch!"
It was uncomfortable for a tall man and a dog to be huddling in a tub. Plus, Sam considered Qin Guan his subordinate, so he used him as a cushion.
If the director hadn't stopped the camera in time, Qin Guan would have had to have an anti-rabies vaccine.
The trainer, who had misunderstood Sam's response, patted Qin Guan on the shoulder. "Well done, dude! Our dog seldom loves anyone this much. Any man he loves must be a good person."
Thank you for your words.
Qin Guan forced a smile and walked to the resting area. Everyone had to stay on site until late at night. They had a tight schedule, so they had to finish filming as soon as possible. This was the first time Qin Guan was shooting at night.
Fortunately, waiting for his turn wasn't that boring. The costumes of the extras helped widen his horizons.
They were wearing seamless nude leather pullovers. When they walked out of the fitting room, Qin Guan got scared. They looked like bald patients. Their pink, wrinkled skin looked like that of a newborn mouse. They were the humans that had been infected by the virus.
Even a beam of an ultraviolet ray could kill them. Although some aspects of their physique had been degraded, they were really good hunters. Qin Guan was only prey for them.
When they got ready, all the lamps along the Manhattan streets went out. Qin Guan would fight a battle of wits and courage with them before reaching the end of his life. His dog had been infected with the virus in an effort to save its master and had eventually died.
All the cameras were ready. Qin Guan had to depend on himself from now on. No one could help him anymore.
He was suddenly caught in a trap. Qin Guan was hanging upside down from a rope in the middle of the street. He had to save himself. He had to cut the rope off before the hunters got there.
It was hard to reach your ankles when you were hanging upside down though. It was with great difficulty that Qin Guan folded his body and slowly stretched his hand out towards the rope. Everyone was transfixed by his performance.
The moment he freed himself from the trap, the fierce monsters arrived. The two sides fought with loud roars. Their movements were too quick for anyone to see them clearly.
The director handled the cameras from different positions, trying his best to record the crucial moment from many angles.
The lonely man suddenly stopped being careful. He drove the abandoned car right into the monsters that had killed his friends time and again. His face was twisted in anger, but no one was in the mood to laugh at him anymore.
Despair prevailed on the site.
Bang!
A stuntman crashed the car for Qin Guan. Qin Guan wanted to finish the scene himself, but the insurance agent and the director stopped him.
Efficiency was important. Any action that could possibly delay the shooting schedule was forbidden. This was the first time Qin Guan was participating in a dangerous action film, so the crew had gotten insurance for his safety.
As a professional, the insurance agent was good at evaluating any dangers that came up during filming. He knew very well what an ordinary actor should avoid doing.
Thus, as soon as Qin Guan rushed to the site, the agent and Wang Liying pulled him away without hesitation.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

A FEW MINUTES EARLIER
INSIDE THE INSTITUTE
The resulting clash between Alex's group and the enemies just worsened the situation inside the Institute, as the building itself began to have cracks from the aftershocks of the battle.
This was already a given, as the fights that are happening right now were just too much, even with the defenses placed on the Institute.
13 Sixth Stage Beings were the ones initiating the battle here in the Four Moons World, and that number was expected to increase once Emperor LItch arrives.
 With that number of people batting outside, it was already a miracle that the institute was still standing.
"Crack…"
The people inside the Institute had no idea on the danger that they were in, as they all placed their faith on their building. They even dismissed the visible cracks that appeared on the barrier, as some of them just took it as a minor inconvenience.
This thinking however was quickly changed when out of nowhere, a woman covered in a black armor descended from the sky, hitting the barrier right on its topmost part.
"Crash!"

 The woman hit the barrier with such force that before the teachers and students could take note of what happened, the barrier shattered into millions of fragmented pieces, like it was just a mirror that was hit by a rock.
These pieces then scattered all over the place before they dissipated into nothingness, leaving the whole Institute into its most open status ever since it was established.
"!!!" Everyone began to shout in fear upon witnessing this, and this fear became compounded when the black-armored woman landed right in front of the building.
There was nothing hospitable about this woman's appearance, as the weapon that she held and the menacing aura of her armor was enough to make everyone feel terrified.
And the fact that this woman began to talk to herself like a madman just made her look worse.
"So this is the place where the visiting Blue Skin Humans have landed. Hmm… I can sense our spy's location here..." The black-armored woman muttered in a slightly loud tone which almost everyone was able to hear. She seemed to have no worries about talking this way, as she continued to talk to herself more.
"So my first agenda is to let the mothership continue attacking the demon. We will only stop once he has been fully eliminated. The second agenda on the other hand will be the extraction of the spy. It's a good thing that he's here, which makes the extraction easier. As for the third agenda, it will be related to Alex…" The woman continued to say with the crowd of teachers and students not daring to make a move right now. "Hmm, since the first agenda is still occurring, I guess I have to perform the second agenda already."
 "Woosh~"
This woman then turned into a blur as she entered the building, ignoring the stupefied shouts let out by the audience. Her body seemed to have merged with the space around her as she rushed forward, making her movements appear slick and unstoppable.
"Woosh woosh woosh~"
She only stopped moving once she had reached the very last portion of the hospital rooms, which was the only room that had a resident in it.
Inside this room was a blue-skinned human that was busy playing a game with himself.  He seemed to be quite enjoying it, although this enjoyment was quickly replaced by solemnity once he saw the arrival of the woman.
 This blue person was no other than the spy of the Cosmic Guards, whose blue skin and pale appearance just paled more once he saw the full form of the armored woman.
"Y-you're here,  Officer Emerald? Oh thank goodness!" The spy said as the woman crossed her arms in irritation. "Oh, I'm sorry for the panicked response, Officer Emerald! I am Agent A15, reporting for duty! Please forgive me for my insolence!"
 After saying these words, Agent A15 raised his index finger, with its tip pointing directly to his head. He then put it close to his forehead before dragging it down. This made it appear as if he was drawing an imaginary vertical line on his face, something that seemed to have softened the armored woman's angry body.
 The armored woman, who was actually Officer Emerald, only gave Agent A15 a perfunctory nod as she began drawing the same imaginary vertical line on her face too.
 "Your job is already done here, Agent A15. Now, the headquarters want you to leave your post and return to main site." Officer Emerald said as she put her hand down. "But before you return there, I command you as your officer to enter my mothership and guard a class-A prisoner there. You can only return to the main site once the disturbance in this world has been dealt with. Do you understand that?"
 "Yes, Officer, I understand!" Agent A15 replied as he tried his best to not wilt under Officer Emerald's imposing stance. "So um, s-shall I depart now?"
 "Yes, you can leave already, Agent A15. But be careful of the debris outside. There's a lot of them, and you might die if you don't get careful." Officer Emerald replied as she threw a sphere towards Agent A15. "Use that sphere if you want to return to the mothership safely.  But do not let anything destroy it, especially by accident! If you do, I will be demoting you! Do you understand that?"
"Yes, I understand cousin! I mean, Officer Emerald!"  Agent A15 replied with a stutter.  In response to this weird answer,  Officer Emerald crossed her arms more, which was a good indicator of her mood. "Um, since there's nothing else that I have to do here,  I shall leave right now!!'
"Hmph!"
"Hong~" Agent A15 did not waste any more time after that talk, as he began rushing like a man being chased by a tornado.
Upon seeing this, Officer Emerald only shook her head as the sound of an exasperated sigh came out of her mouth.
"If you want to call me cousin, then you better get promoted first." Officer Emerald muttered to herself as Agent A15 began flying through the building. "Tsk,  just because we're cousins, you think that can already act familiar with me? Hmph, you can only do that once you have proven yourself useful!"
 "…."

 It was only when Agent A15's silhouette had disappeared form the whole Institute that Officer Emerald relaxed her body. This change was accompanied by another sigh from the Officer, as if there was something else that is going on her mind right now.
"Agenda 2 is already finished. This means that I can start doing the third Agenda…" Once she had said these words, Officer Emerald began looking down on the floor below her feet. Her armor then creaked and cackled as she continued staring at the floor with wonder, with her own weapon actually shaking when it made contact with the tiles.
"Hmm…. There's a program in my armor that is fine-tuned on detecting the presence of Alex or his clones. I know that this works, since I have used this to clean up most of  Alex's clones that were killed before." Officer Emerald muttered as she twirled her weapon her hands. "Since my armor and weapon are both displaying intense emotions right now, then that means that I am near Alex. Or maybe I am near to one of his 'New Clones'.  Meh, whatever. Since I detected one here, then I better start talking to him already!"
Officer Emerald then pointed her weapon to the floor once more, with her body assuming a tense and battle-ready pose.
"Since my weapon had its greatest reaction when I pointed it below me, that means that Alex or his clones are right below me too."  Officer Emerald said as her armor began to glow. Her weapon then let out a loud cry in resonance to this glow, something which appeared to have agitated her surroundings.
"Seeing that there's no visible way to go down there, I think I just have to force my way down to you," Officer Emerald declared as her grip on her weapon became more lively. "There are laws preventing me on destroying public property, especially during missions like this. But with the special situation this world is having right now, I think that  destroying the floor to meet my target is not a wrong thing to do!"


After all the things that he had done in his life, Alex realized that it was already his time to die. 

But a sudden encounter with a weird person will turn his whole life around.

The formerly about-to-die teen shall now be a Traveler of different worlds!



"You are an Esper? Then come and taste my saber!"
"You are a Daoist? Then come and taste my fist!"
"You are a Genie? Well, can you grant me infinite wishes?"

Everyone shall witness Alex's rise on his endless journey!


Disclaimer: (((Don't make me credit to einlion. His novel, Endless Paths: Infinite Cosmos, from the reception of his readers, is obviously good,  but its an accident that my title is similar to his. Really.)))

The Story is based in a BPO ( Business Process Outsourcing ) industry or a Call Center Company where a competitive, rude and greatest Team Leader, Vee, handles agents with life experiences that is based on every employees' everyday lives. It tells the stories that we're hearing from our co-workers everyday. Some are fictional and some are real. I didn't put any propriety information from the company that I worked for. I tried my best to change the information, titles and names as much as possible. If there is anything that you can catch while reading the story, please let me know as soon as possible. Don't sue me.

I got the idea of how the story runs by the influence of TV Shows like Orange is the New Black and House M.D. Since I don't have prison and medical experiences I thought of using my experience in my work days back in a Call Center. So that's how I started this story.

I will give you the definitions of each terms that any non-call center agents need to know. You don't need to read them all now. You can just go back to this page if you see a word that you don't know. Consider this as a Call Center Dictionary.

1. BPO or Business Process Outsourcing - is the contracting of non-primary business activities and functions to a third-party provider. BPO services include payroll, human resources (HR), accounting and customer/call center relations.

2. Coerge - Company name used in a story. It is a corporation based in Cincinnati, Ohio, that sells customer management and information management products, primarily to large corporations. Customer management products include agent assisted, self-service and care software tailored to the communications, financial services, technology, retail, healthcare and government markets. Information management provides convergent billing and business support system (BSS) products and services including revenue management, product and order management, and customer care management to telecom, utilities, and cable/satellite/broadband service providers. Coerge 1 is a specific site located in Makati, Philippines. There are other Coerge Sites around the world.

3. Bolt - is an American telecommunications company that provides wireless services and is an internet service provider that is used in this story. A cellphone service in layman's terms. Like Globe and Smart in the Philippines.

4. Account - ( I tried my best to find the exact definition of this but I couldn't. So I will just explain it myself. I will appreciate it if someone will share to me the right definition ) So an account is a product or line of business of every call center agents handles. Whether it is a Cellphone service, Finance, Sales, Technical, Medical, Hotel etc. Bolt is an Account.

5. ACW ( After Call Work ) - If this function is on, you're not going to get calls. This is your chance for you to finish notes or have a breathing after the call. Some Call Centers have limited ACW like a minute or two.

6. Agent - This is an individual or an employee who takes calls.

7. AHT ( Average Handling Time ) - The range of time of you having a call with each customer until call will be disconnected.

8. Alaya - It's the telephone for Call Centers. This is one of the important or common tool we use. This is where our headset is connected. This is where the calls routed. All the functions are here in this baby.

9. AWOL ( Absent Without Official Leave ) - One step ahead for termination.

10. Bio Break - You have some minutes for you to go the bathroom. Not all Call Centers allow this.

11. Call Avoidance - Any kind of behavior that you avoided the call on purpose.

12. Asuria - it's an insurance company or a 3rd party company partnered with Bolt to cover the phone's damages or defects in a discounted amount. It depends on the customer's eligibility of their accounts. It's only a made up name in my story. But most phone service has a special warranty on it just like this.

13. Coaching - The Team Leader will coach the agent. They will have a one on one conversation relating about work like absences, calls or any kind of behavior in work.

14. CSAT ( Customer Satisfaction ) - Positive Survey

15. DA ( Disciplinary Action ) - It's a lovely paper of warning. A step for the termination.

16. DSAT ( Disatisfied Customer ) - Negative Survey

17. Ghost Call - A call that even if you provided your opening speil, no one's responding. So you'll end up providing your closing/ghost speil and disconnect the call.

18. Inbound - Incoming call

19. Irate - Angry

20. Leave - Not present at work.

21. LOA ( Leave On Absence ) - An approved leave without pay. This is especially applied to agents who have medical issues that needs a very long break. ( Like a month or so )

22. Login/Logout - It's like in Facebook. You login and logout in work.

23. OM or Operations Manager - The boss of the Team Leaders. Who discuss Scorecards, the Site's ranks or standing and the strategies for the teams.

24. SOM or Senior Operations Manager - The boss of the OMs.

25. Director - Highest boss of a Company Site.

26. Clients - They are the bosses or part of the management teams in the original Converge Company. They're the bosses of everyone. They're foreigners or Americans since Converge is based on Ohio.

27. Metrics - It's like subjects in Call Center.

28. Outbound - Outgoing call

29. PTO ( Paid Time Off ) - Approved leave with pay.

30. Queue - a list of data items, commands, etc., stored so as to be retrievable in a definite order, usually the order of insertion. In a Call Center World, queue is the line up of calls from customers.

31. Rapport - Having a good conversation with the customer.

32. Repeats - It's a metric. If one agent already got the call and another agent got the call on the same day in different time, you'll hit the repeats. The higher your repeats are, the more you fail. The lower, you'll pass. Simply because the company would not want to have their customers calling back because that means that the issue is not resolve and that's a bad record for the company. Some Call Centers have their own terms of this like 72 Repeats or 30 Day Repeats.

33. RTA - Real Time Adherence. A way to track each employees current status or activity at work. Whether they're on lunch, break, leave, late, absent or on call.
  
34. Scorecard - It's like a grading sheet in Call Center.

35. SIL ( Service Incentive Leave ) - Approved leave with pay

36. SME ( Subject Matter Expert ) - In other Call Centers they're called "Floor Support" and some other terms. They're the assistant of the Team Leader. The support of the team. They do the job like what TLs do. But they're just more of a backup.

37. Spiel - a fast speech that someone has often said before and that is usually intended to persuade people to buy something, agree to something, etc. Or we can call it "script". Agents use this so that we'll know what to say.

38. Sup Call - Supervisor Call

39. TL ( Team Leader ) - Leader or the boss of the team. Who makes reports, listen calls randomly on his own station, who walks around and slamming agents' tables ( well, not all ) Who reports the team performance to their boss which is the Manager.

40. Transfer - Transferring one call to another.

41. Unauthorized Absence - Unapproved Leave without pay.

42. Workforce - They're like the weather channel and the scheduler on the Call Center World. They're the ones who approve your leaves, coaching and team meetings. The ones who predicts if the Site will have a high queue or not.

43. WFM - Workforce Management. A software to track your schedule.

44. CLEAR - it's a software and a tool where agents use to make changes and view customer's information or account of their Cellphone Service. CLEAR is just a name that I thought of. There are other software that agents use in real world.


If you feel in adding anything more Jargons or Call Center Terms or you feel like adding more info to a specific term stated here, don't be shy in leaving your comments below. And whoever got the best one will be put here in this book. Thank you and enjoy my story!

In a BPO World where TL Vee and her Agents tells their stories of how and why did they become of who they are now.

Today is kinda a big day,well for me.I will finally talk face to face at the king to ask who is my stepsister.It's has been like forever that I talk with him,maybe last year?Well it's almost time to go,so I dress up and go the king office.I knock the door.
-Come in,said in a loud voice.
I open the door and walked in.
-Hello your majesty,I said and bow down.
I am here to ask a question. 
-Go ahead,he said.
-Can you tell me who is my stepsister?
-Well,her name is Alice.
-Can you give me a description of her look?
-Of course,so she has green eyes,and blond hair.
-Thanks you for your time,I think I shall take my leave.
-Wait Moon,I have a surprise for you.
-What is it?
-You and your sister will be going to Royal High School.
-Thanks you so much! I better get going,bye!
-Bye!Oh!I forgot to tell you that school starts next week,so get ready.  
-Ok!
I leave the room and close behind me the door.At least it wasn't awkward.I'm really excited for school!Ohh wait a minute,he said that my stepsister has blond hair,that girl that I talked yesterday is HER! My prediction was right!If my stepsister isn't mean so I'm not cinderella!With a smile, I headed back to my room. Then I laid down on my comfy bed.After like three second,I hear a knock.
-Come in,I shouted.
-Ooh!Sorry if I woke you up princess,said maid Blossom.
-No it's fine…I was not asleep anyway.
-You receive a lot of letters today,she said.
-OH GREAT,I have to read all of it.
-Do you need help,I can read it for you if you want…
-No it's okay,besides ,I need to train on my reading skill for school.
-Oh okay then,I will take my leave now.
-Ok see ya,I said.
After Blossom leave the room,I take the pile of letter and started to read.
First letter:
Hi Moon!This is Ally,remember me?I'm your bff in third grade from  elementary school.I hope you still remember me,I know it's been a very long time that we talks.I hope you're healing from the disaster in fourth grade.I still haven't told anyone about the secret,it's a pinky promise!Are you still homeschooling?You are supposed to be in fourth grade of high school now.If you are in high school ,are you in Royal high ?If yes,we are in the same school!I hope you are doing fine with life.
Love,
Ally ,your Bff.     
Oh Yeah!I remember her,we used to play a lot.Of! She didn't tell anybody,she's a great friend of mine.Oh!She is in Royal high too!I can finally talks to her again!I take out another letter.
Second letter: 
Hello princess Crystal,
This is the principal,Mr.Bailey.So you're going to enter Royal High next week,prepare yourself.
Your locker is 2007 and code:1234
Your dorm is 0112,for your key please go the the secretary.
 You'll be having a uniform to wear everyday,it will be in your locker ready to be worn.
See you at school,
Mr.Bailey
Eum...Ok...
After twenty minute I finally reach the last one.
Twelve letter:
Hello Princess Moon,
 This is the secret agent team,we have a favor to ask you.Will you become a secret agent with us? If yes please go to: 1810 Yongue street.We really need your help,in exchange you will learn how to kick,fight,defense and how to handle a gun.
We hope that you will become one of us,
Mr.Flock
Uh…I don't know if I should...Maybe yes,I could be one,it will be fun right?Well I hope so,because I will find out soon!But now I should go to bed.
The next morning
I wake up.It's today that I have to meet Mr.Flock!I'm nervous and excited at the same time.So I wear a black top,some jeans and tied my hair back.I head down stairs and eat my breakfast.After I've finished,I see a girl with blond hair and emerald eyes,enter the dining room. Wait,isn't she the girl I bumped yesterday?So she must be Alice,she match the description very well.
-Oh!Hello Moon,she said.
-Good morning Alice.
-So what's for breakfast? 
-Pancake,I said.
-Princesse Alice,please take a seat,said maid Blossom.
-Ok,Alice said.
-Here's your meal,please enjoy,Blossom said.
-Thanks you very much!Alice said.
-You are very welcome,said the maid.Then she leaves the room.
-So, about yesterday....I said.
-Oh!I'm very sorry that my mom did that,I'm truly sorry,normally she wouldn't hurt anybody,well I though…
-It's okay…
-Thanks you…She said with a little voice.
-Oh!It's almost time for me to go!I said.
-I'm sorry for taking your time…
-It's fine I can be late,well excuse me,I shall take my leave.
-Of course...She said.Have a nice trip!
I leave the dining room and go to the front gate.
-Why hello princess,a guard said and bow down.
-Hi…I said
- Princess,where are you going?
-For a walk,outside…
-But your majesty,there's a lot of bad guys out there.
-I know,but I have to go anyway…
-I understand,I will call a guard for you,he said.
-No it's okay I can handle by myself…
-Oh….Eum...the guard said.
-Bye!I scream.
I ran through the open gate before he could even finish talking.I'ved run to Victory street,a place kind of far from the castle.
-Ouf...At least I didn't wear a dress today!
I look around me,Yongue street should be not too far from here.After 10 minutes of walking around,I finally reached Yongue street.It's was not very welcoming at first.The wall had graffiti and paint,there's was like 100 olds boxes.There's was also lots of guys,which was smoking,drinking and other bad stuff..
-Ohhhh!Guys!!Someone said with a drunk voice,the princesss isss here!Tell the bosss!
I was worried,scared and panicking.Am I even in the right place?I mean like,a super agent should have some lab,fancy techno building and stuff..Or is it just underground or hiding...Then I saw a boy and his compagnons.The boys was approaching me.He had yellow hair,green eyes.He makes me remember of Princess Alice,is he her dad?If yes,why would Ece marry the king?I'm confused...But if you have an agent dad...It's so cool!
-Why hello princess...The tall boys said.
-Hello...I said.
-So you decided to come..He said.
-Yes…
-Ok,so follow me to my office.
-Ok...I said.  
So I followed him.The guy was tall,he looks like a 20 years old,he's the boss if i'm correct.If he's Alice father,how can he be so young?Maybe I'm overthinking,like there's a lot of people who have green eyes and blond hair.
-Here we are,he said.
He opens an old door.In the inside,it was a little bit more promessing.The walls was not old and dusty.When I walk inside,there was a white desk with a computer,plant,books and much more.
-Please take a seat,he said.
I sat on a comfortable red chair.
-So you want to become a secret agent,am I right?
-Yes...I said.
-Ok so here's a smartphone that every agent have,there is also a mini transportable microphone.We use this to communicate and track down our allies.First you need to attach the microphone to your smartphone.Then you open your phone.But first can you show me some of your skills?There's a punching bag there.
-Ok...I said. 
So I went to the red punching bag.I start to kick and punch.
-Pretty good for a beginner.
-Why thank you,I said.
-Ok so this the end of the interview,he said.
-Ok then,good-bye!I said.
-See you next Saturday!He said.
-Sure will!I said.
Then I close the door and head back home.When I head up to the back gate,there was no one guarding(wait what!?).Lucky me!I head to my room.
-Welcome home princess,said maid Blossom,everybody was worried about you,where were you,your majesty?
-Oh...Just a little walk,I lied to Blossom.
-Oh,ok...Then I will get going,if you need me please tell,she said.
-Ok,see you later!
After she left,I head to my desk.I took a piece of paper and started to write.
Hi mom!
Guess what,I've joined a secret agent group.Even though they are pretty fishy,(old box,drinking,smoking)the boss is kind to me.He's kinda young and looks kind of like Alice.I hope I won't smoke or something...Anyway next week I will be in Royal school!And Ally is there,I'm so excited and nervous!And also I finally spoke with dad,I know it's been a long time.Alice,my step sister is nice,unlike her mother...She almost killed me,she had a knife in her hand,I was really scared.I hope you are doing fine mom,
Love Moon,your sweet daughter.
After I've finished my letter,I put in my safe box.In my safe box,there's a lot of letter for mother.Of course she can not read it,but I still write,it's like a diary for me.I kept my letters in a safe box because,in those letters,there's my big secret.I've started writing in fifth grades.I know I'm very weird,but I don't care.
One week later... 
It's finally time!Today was the day I will move away from this castle.I woke up very early,it's like 4 am now...I start packing up,my safe box,clothes and personal stuff.Now I'm ready to hit the road!Then I head downstairs and go to the front gate.
-Good morning,princess!Said a guard.
-Hi!I said.
-Well you're growing so fast!You're going to a high school!He said.
-Yeah...I said in a little voice.
-Well princess,it's time to go!He said.
-Oh!Okay!I said,Bye,see you in 2 months!
-Bye!He said.
I enter the carriage and sat down.Well here I go,a new start!

(BOOK DROPPED)

Moonlight Crystal is an unfortunate princess.Her mother was killed,she was hated by her own father,had a scheming step-mother,and had a mysterious blank eye.In total her life was the worst.
Join her in her crazy adventures!

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Also,I don't plan on continuing this book.Maybe I'll continue,but probably not. 
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