2019, a time of renovation, new technology and spies!

The American Spy Organization and the International Spy Association, two of the world's top agencies, are at war due to an incident that took place between the two rival agencies one year ago. 

Agent Nicholas Santiago and Agent Raven Gonzales are the top agents in their respective agencies. Both agents are said to be equally matched in skill and strength and are unable to beat each other. 

But when the ASO catches Nick flirting with Raven, they brainwash him, turning him into a cyborg known as Agent Phoenix. Now, he must find a way to stop his evil persona, or let it consume him forever.

Will Nick come back? Or will his new persona lay waste to everything in his path, including his love for Raven?

For almost three decades now, the Afghan refugee crisis has been one of the most severe around the
globe. War, hunger, anarchy, and oppression forced millions of people-like Tariq and his family in
this tale-to abandon their homes and flee Afghanistan to settle in neighboring Pakistan and Iran. At the
height of the exodus, as many as eight million Afghans were living abroad as refugees. Today, more
than two million Afghan refugees remain in Pakistan.
Over the past year, I have had the privilege of working as a U.S. envoy for UNHCR, the UN refugee
agency, one of the world's foremost humanitarian agencies. UNHCR's mandate is to protect the basic
human rights of refugees, provide emergency relief, and to help refugees restart their lives in a safe
environment. UNHCR provides assistance to more than twenty million displaced people around the
world, not only in Afghanistan but also in places such as Colombia, Burundi, the Congo, Chad, and
the Datfur region of Sudan. Working with UNHCR to help refugees has been one of the most
rewarding and meaningful experiences of my life.
To help, or simply to learn more about UNHCR, its work, or the plight of refugees in general, please
visit:www.UNrefugees.org .
Thank you.
Khaled Hosseini January 31, 2007
Acknowledgments
A few clarifications before I give thanks. The village of Gul Daman is a fictional place-as far as I
know. Those who are familiar with the city of Herat will notice that I have taken minor liberties
describing the geography around it. Last, the title of this novel comes from a poem composed by
Saeb-e-Tabrizi, a seventeenth-century Persian poet. Those who know the original Farsi poem will
doubtless note that the English translation of the line containing the title of this novel is not a literal
one. But it is the generally accepted translation, by Dr. Josephine Davis, and I found it lovely. I am
grateful to her.
I would like to thank Qayoum Sarwar, Hekmat Sadat, Elyse Hathaway, Rosemary Stasek, Lawrence
Quill, and Haleema Jazmin Quill for their assistance and support.
Very special thanks to my father, Baba, for reading this manuscript, for his feedback, and, as ever,
for his love and support. And to my mother, whose selfless, gentle spirit permeates this tale. You are
my reason, Mother jo. My thanks go to my in-laws for their generosity and many kindnesses. To the
rest of my wonderful family, I remain indebted and grateful to each and every one of you.I wish to thank my agent, Elaine Koster, for always, always believing, Jody Hotchkiss (Onward!),
David Grossman, Helen Heller, and the tireless Chandler Crawford. I am grateful and indebted to
every single person at Riverhead Books. In particular, I want to thank Susan Petersen Kennedy and
Geoffrey Kloske for their faith in this story. My heartfelt thanks also go to Marilyn Ducksworth, Mih-
Ho Cha, Catharine Lynch, Craig D. Burke, Leslie Schwartz, Honi Werner, and Wendy Pearl. Special
thanks to my sharp-eyed copy editor, Tony Davis, who misses
nothing, and, lastly, to my talented editor, Sarah McGrath, for her patience, foresight, and guidance.
Finally, thank you, Roya. For reading this story, again and again, for weathering my minor crises of
confidence (and a couple of major ones), for never doubting. This book would not be without you. I
love you.

A Thousand Splendid Suns is a 2007 novel by Afghan-American author Khaled Hosseini. It is his second, following his bestselling 2003 debut, The Kite Runner. Mariam is an illegitimate child, and suffers from both the stigma surrounding her birth along with the abuse she faces throughout her marriage. Laila, born a generation later, is comparatively privileged during her youth until their lives intersect and she is also forced to accept a marriage proposal from Rasheed, Mariam's husband.

The flight from London to New york just landed at the John F kennedy airport. Along with the other passengers came Ankit and Lily. They came out of the airport and booked a cab and went to the mark hotel where they had a reservation.

Yes, the decision Ankit had made was where to go to develop. The lack of resources in Nepal was a major issue. He hadn't forgotten his country and decided to go back but he needed a good enough country to develop and frankly speaking, USA was the best choice.

A country where money can get you everything you wish for. This was indeed the place he was looking for.

Ankit told nanu to prepare american passport and citizenship for himself and lily. They were shown as orphans but they were citizens of USA. Lily was willing to leave the country as soon as she heard Ankit say how he wanted to develop and stuff.

There was no flight from Kathmandu to USA so they first went to New delhi, India and then to London and from there, they went to New York.

The money they spent was all virtual and we all know where that came from. Nanu had also arranged for a villa near New York but it was currently undergoing the process and would be transferred to Lily's name in a day or two.

Before leaving, Ankit had married Lily and visited the orphanage. He left enough money and told the kids that he hoped they would study hard.

After two days, the villa was transferred to lily's name and they went to live there.

"Sir, this is the place. Would you like to hire some staff ? We can introdue trained maidsand anything you might like?" , the man who was introducing the villa to Ankit and Lily said with a smile.

"Do you have a list we can choose from?" ,Ankit replied.

"Sir, we will mail you the list and details. You can get back to us if you wish to." ,he said.

"Very well." ,Ankit replied.

The man then left. Ankit took out his phone and said, " Order a few cars for us. Also, check the list he sends and tell me if anyone is hireable."

"Master, I have checked. The agency you bought the estate from is one of many fronts of a black organization on darkweb, blood rose. The people recommended will very likely be spies or contacts they intend to leave. A rich man is possible business opportunity for them.", Nanu replied.

Lily was stunned but Ankit was pretty normal as he had learnt about major things from the databases nanu hacked. Consortiums, hacker groups, goverments, he had alot of stuff on everyone.

Soon, they settled in and Ankit hired people to do chores as nanu suggested. People that were clean and had experience were selected.

Security system was also added to the villa area. The cameras, motion sensors and thermal sensors were all controlled by nanu.

A total of seven people were employed that included four security guards, a chef and two maids.

Soon, the first step of the plan started. A list of all CIA field agents was sent to various countryies intelligence agencies.

CIA headquarters

"Recall all agents. There's been a leak. All field agents are disappearing. Recall all of them."

But alas it was too late, the 1500 agents they had in various countries were all killed.



Chinese ministry of state security, Beijing,

"Sir, we got an anonymous email. The contents were details of CIA agents that had infiltrated our country. We have succesfully eliminated all of them."

"Where did the email come from?"

"I'm afraid we don't know sir. Our tech department is still working on it."

"It's a good thing we eliminated 320 of those traitors. Also, tell them to work hard on the source, the head wants to know."

"Yes, sir!!" ,the man in military uniform saluted as the older man stood up and left the room.


Russian foreign intelligencs service, Moscow

"Sir, we have successfully eliminated the 238 agents that had infiltrated us. But, we haven't been able to find the source."

"Let them work overtime. I wanna know. Whoever sent this has clearly offended the USA, we can have some help."

This has kept alot of people working overtime. But Gina was the most sleepless. Almost all the field agents have been eliminated.

The president, Donald Trump got the news and was very angry at Gina. Soon, news came out that director of CIA, Gina Haspel was fired and the deputy director, Vaughn Bishop would take her place.

Full scale investigation was done regarding the leak. But for now, Gina was the scapegoat.

This disappearance of almost all foreign deployed field agents led to lack of human resource in CIA and soon resources deployed within the nation were reused and new intakes were taken in.

Ankit was in his room looking at the tv and said,"Nanu, let's start."

Nanu then released an app on the play store and app store under the name of a company, Galaxy technology private limited. Ankit had just registered this company with a starting capital of 1 million dollars. The app's name was Galaxy's translator.

It was a translation app. It had real-time language translation function, text translation function, and such. You could just open the inbuilt function and point at a certain text through camera which would be translated into language you prefer. The things you say could be changed into text of language you want.

It was an app built by nanu. The app was installed and had an one day trial period. After that, you could buy it for 15 dollars.

The date was 1st August 2020. The company that would change the face of earth was born today and the first product was launched.

The first product was launched and a website for the company was also built. Ankit soon started working on the employees and the office building part.

Ankit gets inventor system that helps him make continous breakthroughs in various black technologies and give him various black technologies. Ankit uses these technologies to advance the level of civilization of earth and fight against the universe.

At the beginning of the XXI century, a country in Asia, in the era of the Tang empire, there was a vassal. of the Chinese empire, it was called Small Ann.

The territory is slightly larger than Austria, with a population of 40 million people, a former colony of two empires.

The gross domestic product is about $ 60 billion.


The average salary in the capital is 200 dollars, in the prefectures about 80 dollars.


Utility tariffs grew three times a year by an average of 40 percent. Utility organizations were a state monopoly. But since independence, Small Ann has not been able to establish a transparent system of payment and control based on resource consumption. Therefore, fake, non-existent debts constantly came to consumers. The courts, without understanding, immediately issued orders to recover fines and pay a penny. Consumer accounts were frozen until a fine was paid. These were all problems of the Third World. Money was everything.

The country that survived the SuperPower era, which had its own electronic, space, aviation, and tractor industries about 20 years ago, has now become a third world country.

Money and communication were everything, without them it was difficult to find a good job, the level of professionalism did not play a decisive role.

The getting money fast was the dream of many young people. who wanted to live and not survive!

One of them was Dara. He was a second-year student in the history department of the university, and in preparation for the diploma, he worked in the library. While looking through 19th-century books, the student found strange Hebrew inscriptions and Chinese characters in the margins of the book.

Dara was more interested in these inscriptions than his project. It was a mystery! It might not have been expensive, but it was interesting. Maybe some words were hiding behind these words?

Dara could write a note about it and sell it to a friend from the journalism department, say, for $ 20.

Maybe there was something else in these words, and then Dara could become a little richer.

In the 20th century, it would be difficult for him to decipher the words; there would be a leak of information. Since in those days, all the translators worked in state security agencies.

Anyone who was interested in foreign languages, ​​and was not connected with scientific activity could easily be taken under surveillance. As a potential defector or spy.

Now at the age of 21, it has become easier, by downloading the application on android, quickly translate from a foreign language and get a high-quality translation.

The Hebrew text read: "I think I was right. The city of hundreds of wells is definitely not located in northern Afghanistan, but in our country! In Little Ann. We need to carefully study the names of geographical names. To look at the Arabian guides once again, compare them with the Chinese, you need to find an inventory of the exported treasures of the three kingdoms, there we will find out whether this map is still with us or we need to look in the archives in the northern capital of the second empire! "

Dara stupidly looked at the text, he did not understand anything, what kind of topographic map are we talking about? What about treasures? Does it smell like the money?

Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his head, Dara could not help himself, he was tormented by doubts.

He wandered from one corner of the room to another, his shoulders were lowered, his back was hunched over.

His eyes were directed from the window to the android, he frowned.

"I do not understand anything but I have a feeling in my head that there are a thousand small bubbles, and I cannot and do not want to think anything". 

"I need to solve this possible riddle! "

Dara convinced himself to calm down, but he again plunged into his world, began to scratch his head hard. Then, he ran out of his office into the kitchen. He took the cup, poured water, left it in the kitchen and returned to his office. To return to the kitchen in a minute, take a cup and return to the office again.

There he stupidly looked at the android screen, again looked at the translation with a blank look.

If Dara read the safety instructions, he would know that he worked too much. You can't work for more than 4 hours, as the old instructions said. You had to take breaks and give your brain and eyes a break.

After sitting for another half an hour, staring blankly at the android, Dara decided

"Research has brought me into such a state! I can't understand anything! It's good, as the Russians say: "Morning is wiser than evening", "I will go to sleep!", Dara told himself gloomily.


Dara, could not fall asleep. He kept thinking about the Hebrew text, what topographic map was he talking about?

"Is this a map with the forgotten city of a hundred wells, or is it some other map?"

"Where to look for it"?

"Where to find the inventory and what year"?

"I forgot something to see the Chinese inscription and its translation!"

"It will be necessary to clarify ?! I wonder if it will be possible to find this city? So it does not appear in the register of protected monuments of cultural heritage!"

"This is already great! So it doesn't fall into the red zone, which is forbidden to conduct searches with a metal detector!"

"If there are wells, then there are treasures too!"

"Gold, silver, jewelry"!

"Manuscripts are likely to be at the bottom of the wells!"

"We need to take a metal detector, maybe two types, a pointer, it would be nice to have a quadcopter" ...

"You can ask Fang * for clarification of the first, he seems to have arrived already."

Dara fell asleep.

***

When he woke up, Dara first sent a telegram in Chinese to the telegram.

After 30 minutes I received a response:

"Man, let's go together in search of treasures, I have a new device, we will definitely become rich!"

After 10 minutes came the translation of the Chinese part of the text:

"We need to look for an inventory of the 1868 and 1873 years of exported treasures to the First Empire, see number 470861."

***

"Now something is becoming clear," thought Dara.

I wonder who was the one who left a note in Hebrew, a scout? Researcher? Scientist?

Apparently, the one who left the note in Chinese was a student or teacher of the one who left the note in Hebrew.

What is interesting, probably, thousands of people have already watched this record, and probably there are no maps anymore? But is it worth it to try?

Fang, sent another message with a link to the article "Where are they the treasures of Emir Small-Ann"?

Dara realized that all Roads lead to the Archive !!!

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* Fang, a friend of Dara, he is a 4th-year student in the history department of Chengdu University from Sichuan, came for an internship at the local Small Ann University. They became friends with Dara. Fang came to visit for the second year, also on a visit, now lived with Aunt Dara Firuzekh (you can find out about Dara's relatives in the novel if you wish, the Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition - https://www.webnovel.com/book/13599217205409305/36505296612417968/Magic-Farmer-Dara---2nd-Edition/Descriptions-and-clarifications-to-the-novel ).

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A small story about adventurers, local history enthusiasts, treasure hunters. They wander around cities, forests, mountains, steppes and deserts, seek metal artifacts and search magnets for historical artifacts and sell some of them at auctions, donate some to museums and keep some in their home collections. They work in archives and funds, second-hand bookkeepers do not forget, they look for old books, road workers and topographic maps of the 17-20 centuries.

There is the only main character Fang and his partner Dara.

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English is the same as in other novels. While it is far from good. The approximate number of chapters is from 60 to 100. Updates 3 chapters per week. The number of words is from 600 to more 1200.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

It was Monday.
Gun-Ho went to work at the factory in Jiksan Town.
The secretary— Ms. Hee-Jeong Park brought a folder to Gun-Ho.
"What is this?"
"I made some newspaper clippings while you were not in the office."
"Newspaper clippings?"
"Yes, sir. It's about the building dedication ceremony of the factory in Asan City."
"Oh, It seemed that many newspapers talked about our building dedication ceremony."
Gun-Ho said while scanning through the newspaper clippings.
"The economic newspaper and all local newspapers placed articles about it."
"Can you show this to Director Dong-Chan Kim when he comes here?"
"Of course, sir. I will do that."
 
The general affairs director entered Gun-Ho's office.
"I've talked to the assistant managers with the accounting team and the general affairs team, and asked if they are interested in working for Dyeon Korea?"
"What did they say?"
"The accounting team's assistant manager is willing to be relocated to Dyeon Korea while the general affairs team's assistant manager seemed to be baffled when he heard my suggestion since he is living in Dujeong Town. Moreover, the accounting assistant manager can expect to be promoted as she moves to the newly opened joint venture while the general affairs assistant manager couldn't because he was already promoted not long ago. What do you think of the team leader in the general affairs team? He is competent and he wants to work in Asan City since he is living in a town nearby— Baebang Town. He has been in the same position for four years now, so I think it would be good for us to send him to Dyeon Korea as we promote him."
"Please bring me the employee records of the accounting assistant manager and the team leader of the general affairs team."
"Yes, sir."
The general affairs director brought the employee records of the two workers.
"Hmm."
Gun-Ho didn't find anything that could be a red flag by sending them to Dyeon Korea.
"Okay. Let's relocate them to Dyeon Korea and promote them with one position up."
"Yes, sir."
 
Once the general affairs director left the office, Gun-Ho made a call to President Jeong-Sook Shin in GH Media.
"Do you currently have a lot of translation work?"
"Not really. The translation work for all thirty books of world history cartoon has been completed."
"Mr. Lee, who is doing the interpreting work for us right now, didn't work on those books, right?"
"No. These are cartoon books which are easy to translate. I had several graduate students work with cartoons."
"I'm thinking of hiring Mr. Lee as a contractor to continue to do the interpreting work for Dyeon Korea. He seems to be a good fit for the job. I just want to make sure that you are okay with it since he is one of your translators with GH Media."
"Mr. Lee would love to do the job. Translation work with GH Media is not a stable job. We can't provide him a constant workload."
"If you happen to need a person who could talk with agencies in other countries for you, you can ask Secretary Yeon-Soo Oh in GH Building, Sinsa Town. I'm sure she has spare time to help you with the work since I haven't been to the office there for a while now."
"Understood, sir. If you could let her know in advance that she needs to work with me sometimes, that will be very helpful. I actually have several letters which I need to send to Amazon.com. They, of course, need to be translated into English."
"Okay, will do."
Gun-Ho then made a call to the secretary—Ms. Yeon-Soo Oh.
"It's me."
"Yes, sir."
"President Jeong-Sook Shin from GH Media will give you a call soon. I want you to help her with her work."
"Of course, sir."
 
In the afternoon, Gun-Ho headed to Dyeon Korea in Asan City.
Gun-Ho's office was already finished with high-end furniture and supplies. It looked more luxurious than the office in Jiksan Town.
"Sir, you are here."
Director Dong-Chan Kim brought a report to Gun-Ho's office.
"I need your approval on a cash advance request for the trip to Busan City."
"Did we already receive all the equipment to the Busan port?"
"Yes, I just received a call from the customs office. Also, the agent from the customs compliance service provider contacted me for it as well. I will go to Busan City with Mr. Adam Castler tomorrow. I'd also like to take Director Jong-Suk Park with me."
"Director Jong-Suk Park? You have two researchers who just joined you from GH Mobile. Why don't you take them with you instead of Director Park?"
"We will need to load the equipment and we might have to dismantle some of them, so we will need Director Park. The researchers are good at working in a research center. We need someone who has been handling machines in a production field."
"Okay. Do what you need to do."
Gun-Ho opened the file that Director Kim handed to him. There was a request form for the cash advance on the travel expenses."
"Oh, you are using the GH Mobile's request form."
"Yes, sir. We are currently using GH Mobile's forms for now. Once we have enough employees, we will change them to Dyeon Korea's forms."
"Are you carrying the business credit card with you?"
"Yes, sir. I have the company credit card with me. I am requesting for cash advance in case we need to use cash and that I wouldn't be able to withdraw cash from the credit card. It happened before."
 
Gun-Ho said while signing the request form,
"Two more workers from GH Mobile will join Dyeon Korea soon. They are the assistant manager from the accounting team and the team leader from the general affairs team."
"That's really good to hear it, sir. We need more workers as soon as possible. If they could join us tomorrow, that will be great."
"I will ask the general affairs director in GH Mobile if he could send them tomorrow."
"And about Director Yoon who has been in charge of the construction. Since the construction is completed, I think he can permanently take a position with Dyeon Korea rather than going back to GH Mobile in Jiksan Town. He can do management work here. Since I won't be around a lot in the office because of the nature of my sales work, I think we need an executive who can stay in the office and do a management job. He does have corresponding work experience. I think he will do great in managing accounting and general affairs. In addition, since he can speak English, Mr. Adam Castler will be happy to have him around."
"Hmm."
"I've been talking to Mr. Castler about our need to have someone who would do the management work, especially in accounting and general affairs. Since Mr. Castler had previously worked for another joint venture, he agreed to my concern."
"Hmm. Well, I will talk with President Jang-Hwan Song about it."
"I will be leaving for Busan tomorrow, sir. I will inform Director Park about the trip. I will tell him that you approved this trip to Busan."
"Oh, I was going to talk to you about our interpreter— Mr. Lee. What do you think about having him here as a contractor for now? And if we like him then we can convert his position to an employee."
"That sounds great. What position are you thinking about, sir?"
"What about a manager?"
"That's a good idea, sir. Thank you."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Mimi pounced towards Emerson like a frog spotting a lily pad. However, Emerson sensed her approaching from his peripheral vision and quickly stepped aside, avoiding the woman and causing her to lose her balance.
The girls on top of the stage saw this and couldn't help but laugh. Especially, Avaleigh, who had to cover her mouth modestly.
Mimi heard the giggles and glared towards the stage with annoyance.
When she saw Avaleigh covering her mouth, she was even more annoyed. "Wait until I become the wife of a billionaire. Let's see who gets the last laugh," she thought to herself.
She then swallowed her pride and forced a smile on her face as she looked at Emerson. He probably didn't see her coming and had coincidentally moved aside. Since he came to her room last night, he must like her, right?
"President Wu, it's so nice to see you again. Did you come to watch us rehearse?" Mimi asked affectionately.
Sue glanced at her artist. When did she become so close to Emerson? 
At that moment, the other girls stepped off the stage and approached.
Without responding to Mimi, Emerson looked at the girl group and asked, "Did you have breakfast this morning?"
Although it seemed like he was talking to everyone, his eyes were focused on Avaleigh.
Avaleigh looked down shyly and shook her head. But, before she managed to reply on behalf of the group, Mimi spoke up with a pout, "No, we haven't eaten yet. My stomach is grumbling."
Emerson furrowed his brows a little as he continued to look at Avaleigh. He had a feeling that this would be the case, but it still frustrated him a little to hear it. So, he turned to Sue and complained, "Why haven't they had breakfast? How are they expected to perform when they don't have enough energy? What if one of them faint on stage? How will our team explain that to the public?"
Sue was quite surprised by the man's reaction. She didn't understand what he was saying, but he seemed really angry. Wasn't he just filling in for President Qian? Why did this man seem so worked up?
She turned to the interpreter for an explanation and the interpreter quickly explained what Emerson said. After she heard the translation, she glanced down guiltily. She cared about her artists sincerely, but she had no choice but to follow her agency's rules. They were only allowed one light meal before the concert in case they had a cramp on stage or they accidentally vomited from the excessive movement. Most importantly, no one wanted to see an idol dancing on stage with a visibly bloated stomach.
Danson's secretary quickly tugged on Emerson's sleeve to calm him down. This was their client; even if he disagreed with what they did, he still had to remain polite.
Emerson cleared his throat when he realized he had overreacted. He didn't understand why he was so upset either. Danson had only told him to attend occasional meetings and visit the office every now and then. Why did he wake up so early to come here? It wasn't like he didn't have other work to do; he had an entire casino waiting for him to run.
As soon as Emerson calmed down, Danson's secretary stepped forward and smiled politely, "One of the sponsors for the concert is a famous Hong Kong cafe chain. President Wu spoke to them this morning and they've offered to deliver breakfast for the entire crew, they should be arriving at any moment. In order not to offend the sponsors, the girls should eat a little. I'm sure it won't affect their performance since there's still 10 hours until the concert."
Sue hesitated for a moment and eventually nodded her head. A little bit of food wasn't a big deal. If the boss blamed her later, she could just say that they couldn't offend their sponsors. After all, she had heard about the rules at other agencies and knew that they were a lot more lenient with their diets. If eating more food had never been an issue for other agencies, why did it pose a problem for them?
The girls quickly cheered with excitement. Ever since the bland caesar salad from the previous night, they had not had any food and they were starving.
Mimi looked at Emerson thankfully and felt her heart melt. Was this man worried about her? Was that why he had found an excuse to bring her breakfast?
"President Wu is so thoughtful. He found a way to please the sponsors and reward us as well. I wonder what type of food they're going to bring," Ray smiled as she spoke to the other girls.
"I heard Hong Kong is famous for good food. I can't wait to eat something tasty!" Chu jumped up and down with excitement. "I wonder if President Wu has a wife or girlfriend. She must be so lucky."
Mimi smiled to herself. She had already done her research on the man; he was one of the most eligible bachelors in Hong Kong. Which meant, he was obviously still single.
"Let's play a game," Chu suddenly whispered as she leaned in towards the group. "Whoever loses will have to drag President Wu aside and ask him whether he's got a wife or girlfriend."
Before anyone could object, Chu pulled the girls into a circle and initiated a game of Rock Paper Scissors. The other girls naturally joined in.
After a couple of rounds, a few of the girls were eliminated and it eventually boiled down to just Avaleigh and Mimi.
Mimi glared at Avaleigh. She wanted to lose so she'd have an excuse to speak to Emerson on her own. Moreover, she wanted to see how he'd react to her question. Would he tell her that he was single and ask her whether she wanted to be his girlfriend? Or would he take it a step further and propose to her on the spot like a domineering CEO in a television drama? Just the thought of it made Mimi blush.
But, when she played rock and Avaleigh played scissors, she looked down at their hands and frowned. Avaleigh had lost!


The first time they met, she was a clueless nurse at the hospital...
The second time they met, she was a bartender at his favorite bar...
The third time they met, she was his brother's love interest...
He didn't know what she'd be the fourth time they met, but he had to make her his wife...
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Halia was a simple cadet when she was suddenly asked to be the subject of a new secret government technology that gave her access to the memories and knowledge of other people.
With this technology, she manages to hunt down a serial killer and befriend a gangster. 
But, what other dangers will it attract?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The final examination was a breeze to Darion. 
He finished the 2-hour test in under 40 minutes and submitted his papers. He ignored the dirty look he received from his fellow awakened and walked out of the testing area. He took a quick shower before going to the canteen for an early lunch.
Darion showed up at the repair site of their former longhouse for their punishment detail but it turned out that the workers didn't need his help that much. They let him transfer bricks from one place to another and did some mental measurement calculations for the foreman.
The supervisor appreciated his help the most when he gave clarifying translations to some of the Latino immigrants in the group. They have a Spanish translator with them, but it turned out that 3 of the workers can only understand Portuguese. 
Luckily Darion happened upon a Portuguese-English dictionary in the library, read it in one sitting, and forgot all about it. Only when the info was necessary did Darion realized that he can speak the language. Not perfectly yet, of course, but a passing translation that is good enough for everyone.
Darion translated for the foreman and informed the workers what the foreman wanted them to do and all is well. The three were experienced construction workers and once their objectives were clarified, they work like horses.
That night, his entire batch had a small celebration with the end of their ordeal. Tomorrow, they will be placed in the system and will be registered as official street heroes of the United States of America. The day after that they will formally graduate, received their official hero designation, and finally leave the camp.
Discreetly, they were allowed to consume some alcohol and to play some music. It was a subdued affair but a happy one. They exchange info and promised to keep in touch on social media.
Timothy Belton cried like a little girl, overwhelmed by the love in the room. Darion has to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Akiko patted the big guy on the shoulders.
The following day, a few of his batchmates are now allowed to leave the base and lined up to enter a yellow bus. Darion and a few others still have paper works to finish but will leave the base later that day.
Darion shakes hands with his new friends like Akiko and Tim, and they all promised to get in touch with each other via Facebook or some shit.
"You take care, boy scout," Akiko said. "And if I need a tinkerer you'll be the first one I'll call."
Darion smiled at her. "I'd like that," he said.
He waved lazily as the bus left and he was standing there alone for several more minutes. The smile on his lips, however, didn't leave him.
Darion was called into Mahoney's office. They shook hands before sitting down. 
"You ready for the real world, son?" The old sergeant asked.
"Ready and able, sir."
"Good," the sergeant said once more. "I just got off the phone in central and we just received your official codename. From now on, everyone in the army, and other government agencies, including your fellow superheroes will address you by your codename in order to partially protect your true identity from the bad guys."
"I understand, sir."
"Good," His former instructor said with a stone face, no emotion whatsoever. "From now on, you will be known as… Dorkman."
The smile in Darion's face crumbled ever so slowly as he heard his new codename.
He continued staring for a moment longer, thinking the sergeant was messing with him. It cant be his codename.
But the sergeant simply stared back at him. There was pity in his eyes. The silence became awkward.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Darion wakes up one day to become a superhero.

He did not seek, nor asked for the privilege. He'd rather be a normal person living his ordinary life. Yet the true measure of a hero is to master his strength when people asked for someone's help. And Darion might just find out that his capacity to measure his heroism may be limitless.

An other 3 hours passed by and I still haven't slept. To be honest the time flew by. I listened to music, talked to our crew and edited a bit of our upcoming song on my computer. The girls slept the whole time. Not once did one of them wake up. The Lucky ducks!

Now, since there was only a hour left before the plane landed I had to wake up the girls so we could get ready to walk to our van which was going to bring us to our hotel. 

We had to get our hair and make up done. 

Our airport fashion was quite important considering our status, and the fact that we going to be seen by many fans and news agencies who have waited hours and hours for our arrival at Dubai airport. 

I stood up and gathered up my belongings, I folded the blanket and packed away the pillows I was using. When I was done with that task I proceed with my next, to wake the girls up, starting with Lizz as she was the closest to me. 

To my luck she woke up as soon as I tapped her shoulder. Seeing that she understood why I woke her, I continued to wake up the rest. 

Chloe was next. I walked up to her and snatched the fluffy blanket off of her warm, comfortable, curled up body. She winced when the cold air brushed her skin. "Wake up and get ready!" I shouted loudly, waking up majority of the plane, including the rest of the band and our manager. "Well that was easier than I expected." I chirped but instantly got a slap across the back of my head. I swiftly turned around to see who hit me and was met with the sight of an angry Alison. 

Aly (pronounced as Al-ee) is her stage name. We switch between the two names depending on the situation. It's quite funny actually because when were angry or mad at her we call Alison but other than that we call her by her stage name, Aly. 

"Alison!" I acused, slapping her back as revenge for what she did. "Okay stop it the pair of you children. Aly, don't bully the *막내!" Nicole warned. 

Nicole is our leader she not the oldest but she is probably the most mature out of all of us. Nicole is her real name and her stage name but we like to call her Nic or Nikky for fun. 

At this moment in time, her black hair was tied up into a high pony tail. In this style, the streaks of bright, baby blue were visible in her hair. Her long baby blue acrylic nails, to match her hair, pointed at me and Aly who stood infront of her dumbfound. I could see the annoyance build up in her because her eyes were dark blue and her lips were pressed together tightlyforming a straight line. 

Both me and Aly silently decided it was best not to push her limits. We both knew that it wouldn't end well. The youngest against the leader? Nah, not a good ending. 

I kept quiet and carried on slumping towards my make up artist. When I reached her she gave me a warm, welcoming smile and had her make up already set up on a little prtable desk, at the front of the plane. I sat down in the seat infront of her and let her work her magic on me. 

* 막내 - a word from the korean language pronounced as magnae with the translation and meaning of youngest or youngest child.

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Beneath his suit, two floods overwhelmed Chaepaz: anxious thoughts and sweat. He'd spent the whole day on the phone talking to who knows how many people already and he is glad to have some respite from that "news".


A glass of water had been served him at his right hand side. It was cold with two ice cubes from two hours ago now those melted and left their mark on the polished face of his mayoral table.


Chaepaz took the glass and filled his belly with the water. He felt the slightest signs of coolness take over and his shoulders give up the weight of the fact that the royal family is coming full force to Zephtah City.


Chaepaz slumped on his mercilessly solid chair and looked at himself in the china mirror on the left-hand side of the table. He arranged the tie of his suit and assumed his insecure thoughts. He rubbed his head and asked the reflected image: "When did you start losing hair, man?"


Last year closed with hopeful roughness from microscopic growths round those parts but now, on his third year of mayorship, his head has become a whole new world. Chaepaz doesn't know if he'd laugh at himself or groan. And the bulging stomach? And the improbable ego he's built over the years? These days, his own people call him "mean man"[1]. Chaepaz wants a break.


He celebrated his 64th birthday on the 26th of the month. That was fun, Chaepaz affirmed. He and his contituents partied in the office and did all kinds of fun things, and, to the mayor's shame, even one or two indencies. 


"Why not? Your old man is 64!" Chaepaz intermittently reminded his people at that time. Truly, weeds are hard to kill.[2]


But the vinegar arrived the next day; 27 Sweet Blooms was a whole different story. Chaepaz received a phone call from the President of the Republic himself—this took the air out of the 64-year old. But as soon as he realized the point the boss was coming to, Chaepaz's heart skipped to heaven and he fell over his mayoral chair. His security guards were quick to pick him up but the geezer wished to remain floored.


"What was that?" Chaepaz inquired the devil while his men righted him back on his seat. "Lions' Gershud is coming to my city?"


Three million freeds were deposited by the Republic's Bank to Chaepaz's management. This stirred up the mean man's accountacy skills as well as his greed. Chaepaz immediately called for a meeting with the departments. Soon after that, the marathon of phone calls began. Top of the list: security.


Chaepaz reached out to the few private security agencies he knew that cultivated champions to a certain level of legitimacy. They named their price; the mean man closed the line. Assasins were crossed out; they cannot be trusted with the royal family. The police wasn't a choice; these cannot contend if things went really bad.


"What else is left?" By evening of the 27th, Chaepaz was at a loss, but in the back of his head, he was already setting up the vacation he would take from a generous chunk of that riches. Drifting on a sea of dreams, a thought crossed the mayor's mind: the guilds!



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Chaepaz intuited that the guilds he can trust for this job of bodyguarding the visiting Gruendlers are no less than five groups. Ten Zephtah City guilds made a name for themselves—one for mostly being sluggards, ugh—but probably only half of these can resist a possible S-rank group assault, he thought. He listed the five and asked for information on them. Data came up on his computer within two minutes:


"<Maypay Guild, recovering after a major all-guild quest>;


<Sunplatoon Guild, away on an all-guild summertime camp>;


<The Noble Dragons Guild didn't want to communicate>".


As for the other two groups it was stated that the Information Department couldn't reach out to them.


Chaepaz slammed his calloused palms on the table. The Mayor could and couldn't understand. He knew all the reasons why they didn't like him—it's because he's a mean man as they like to put it—but he didn't know why when he reached out in goodwill things went downhill. He gripped his short stubby fingers absorbing the insult implied. He let the emotion pass and the resolve followed.


Chaepaz will turn to cheaper guilds.


He spent the 28th and 29th conferencing with business magnates who owned five-star hotels, restaurants and events places. On intervals he negotiated with the available guilds. Their service were not very generous—they still belonged to the top 10—but he was happy having hooked four fish with cheap baits. The night of 29th Sweet Blooms, the mayor received a phone call from the higher ups and she gave the underling a fresh order: dress up Lyons Arena.


He received this call while already on his way home (note that Chaepaz lived in one of the five-star hotels in the city he governed). The mean man did an award-winning horror flick scream from his seat and the limo screeched like comic. 


"What are these people's crazy plans? Host a goddamn tournament?"


Back at his office, Chaepaz set up all things needed so the arena can qualify for "kingdom standards". Called all the right people and stuff like that. He laughed at this heartily. Essentially he laughed at the many things that happened these last three days, but most importantly he laughed at the joke that was the Republic offering a friendly hand to the Monarchy. Yeah, Lions' Gershud was a thing then but come on, the times have changed. The King is ready to fall to the category of fairytales! Every person in this nation knows how these traditional systems are just falling apart. Instead, destroy them completely, the devil in Chaepaz spoke up, and the mean man laughed even at the devil.


Before he bedded that night (it was already midnight), Chaepaz rechecked his cellphone for the guilds that he listed to contract after the initial rejection of the top five. Earlier today, four guild names were already crossed out. The cursor blinked on only one guild name: the guild of sluggards. 


"Guild of sluggards", yeah, but it's their few gems that kept them round the ranks. If not for the troubles they bring this city, they wouldn't have stayed at rank 6 and moved as high as the fourth rank, maybe.


With less than half a night of sleep, the punctual Chaepaz went out at dawn in a civilian car with his lackeys.


The day is 30 Sweet Blooms. The destination is Zengoose Guild.



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[1] Mean man, from James Legge's translation of the works of Confucius. Alternative terms: fool, inferior man, wicked person, evil-doer. Also in the Bible, see: Pro. 4:14, Pro. 10:23, etc.,...


[2] Weeds are hard to kill, translation of the Filipino proverb: "Matagal mamatay ang masamang damo."

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