Vicious Allure

The Lawyer starts the engine and drives to the exit, though we are stopped shortly after, right before crossing the inspection booth in the parking lot of the building.

Several vans hit the brakes at the entrance, their doors opening to deploy many Agents wearing clothes that at first glance seem ordinary black suits, but further inspection reveals the shiny gleams of the Stats, engraved in various glyphs on the attire's fabric, making it clear that these group is not easy to deal with, especially since some of the members have Halos hovering above their heads.

{The Halo is not just a metaphysical representation of the Stats Alignment, but an etheric extension of any Individual}.

"Decorated Veteran, Lieutenant Vurckair Vecturion". Says a Tomboy Agent. "I politely ask you to cooperate with us. It involves a matter of Global Security. Do not resist".

I disregard the woman's obvious lie, focusing the Gift «Molecular Subjugation» in my eyes.

By scanning the electromagnetic spectrum, i detect discrepancies in the Agents.

Their bodies possess additional organs, and minor alterations with biological or synthetic origins. Similar to my now, absent sixth finger in each of my hands.

The weaponry carried by the Agents is foreign too, not a Coil Handgun like the regulatory norm dictates to the Law Enforcers.

{This is another type of device entirely. Not even a Railgun. Though it seem to have a similar principle of acceleration, serving as a sort of catalyst that facilitates the channeling of weird Electrons through its structure}.

A golden glow of energy ripples like a visual glitch on the Agent's suits, enveloping them in a cheap imitation of the Emeneld. Yet, copy or not, it serves perfectly to prevent me from gathering more data about them, and their organization.

{I could confront these strangers. But with the Lawyer sitting besides me, i'll be putting her in danger for no reason, additionally, i don't know what kind of training and skills these Agents are hiding}.

"Are you having problems?". Questions the Lawyer, and i simply smirk at her. It's pointless to stall or delay this decision.

Whoever they are, is obvious the extent of their capabilities, able to locate me within minutes after my return from the Exodus.

"Problems?. Haha. Yeah… , Plenty… , Though not with them. Don't cause a scandal for me, everything is fine. Thank you for the ride…".

I go out of the Lawyer's vehicle, walking towards the van pointed out by the Tomboy Agent. She doesn't handcuff me, or talk further, sitting besides me, and refusing adamantly to give me any explanation during the traject to a private facility within the City's airport.

Inside the hangar, i'm instructed to board a Space Shuttle that is launched shortly after, leaving Azthea's atmosphere.

The ship navigates between the moon's debris, towards what appears to be a small rift in the vacuum of space.

{It's a Passage?}.

I can't be certain, because we emerge right after from the disturbance.

Not far away from this anomaly, floats a Space Station. One that doesn't belong, or its affiliated to any of the Super Nations ruling this world. Or rather, whoever is in charge of this Counterpart, as the planet i sight, it is not Azthea.

The Space Shuttle lands inside the advance construction orbiting what i believe it's «Aehtza».

The Tomboy Agent continues silent as she walks me to a spacious office that looks more like a comfortable lobby.

Inside, there is a female sitting on the desk, she is reviewing some data, until she glances in my direction, taking off her advance visor.

"I know you must be extremely confused. But we can't allow your Stats to negatively impact on Azthea's ecosystem".

Acknowledges the woman tucking her pink hair behind her ear, watching me with her beautiful piercing blue eyes, sparkling with some spectral hue that it's not related to the Emts.

She straightens her seductive silhouette, showing off her delicious curves, the flesh of her breasts is firm, not showing signs of ageing. Nevertheless, that doesn't make this female less attractive, as it's clear that her outfit not only accentuates her figure, it makes a great job enhancing it.

{She is a total Feast}.

The woman's eyebrow lifts and twitches for an instant, too quick and ephemeral to be noticed by natural means. But i have the Stats, and the Gift of «Kinetic Domination», allowing me to perceive any move occuring within my sight, unless is properly concealed, like the «Niffler Me» did with his «Rail Shot».

"You may be disoriented after the Exodus, Young Man". Says the woman with stern seriousness. "But you are going to realize how stupid was your decision of Usurping the identity of a Resident from Azthea…".

{What?. Again with this Usurper idiocy…}.

"For now that it's secondary, the more pressing matter it's that you understand your current situation. Because «I don't know», and «I don't care» what brought you to perform an Unauthorized Exodus, more so to be as coward and pathetic to go after, and eliminate the Resident from a Banned World like Azthea is…".

I can't help but to laugh with offended amusement. "Why are you assuming «I» am not a «Resident from Azthea» dragged to another world?".

Now it's the woman's turn to laugh, followed by the silent Tomboy Agent.

{Did i make a joke?}.

"Haha. Oh Young Man. That is one of the greatest delusions i have heard in all my nine hundred and seventy four years of career, not counting my 25-year internship. Haha. You can't seriously think we are going to believe that you endured being in a place plagued by Nothingness, without any preparation, prior guidance or orientation. And you somehow didn't lose your sanity in there, if not you managed to survived a confrontation against your Counterpart, who had access to the Stats, and other means to overwhelm you. Yet, despite all odds, you come out victorious?".

"Indeed. That is exactly what happened". I remark, and the two women exchange glances momentarily, bursting into laughter.

{What in Fettiyio is so fucking funny?}.

The Tomboy Agent clears her throat. "I didn't remember Men used to be this hilarious, goofy and prideful".

The woman imitates my voice. "«Indeed»". Laughing again. "Haha. It's been a long time since i hear the delusions of a Man from any world, not just this Counterpart, Aehtza .

{Since it's Azthea's Counterpart, and the Stats are banned there. The opposite must be the case here}.

"Correct, Young Man. That is precisely the issue, and the reason why we can't let you stay in Azthea. I hope you understand and don't resist the transition. Besides, we can't leave you unsupervised either, as we don't know your affiliations and tendencies. Therefore, you will be judged, and depending on the result of the Scanner. You will integrate into our society. Go to prison. Or be Exiled from this Reality. Whether you like these options or not. It's better for you to not cause us additional inconveniences.

The warning is not of my liking. Truth be told, no one ever responds well to threats, it doesn't matter how cowardly or strong anyone may be. Courage and recklessness can turn into stupidity, arrogance or anger, which is a natural response after being attacked or undervalued, unmistakably leading to the most dumb paths we can take.

The Tomboy Agent waves her hand, and the ceiling becomes a blackboard covered with complex runic glyphs that are not different to equations.

The bizarre merge between high technology and etheric arcane arts, is bewitching and concerning. The humming power contained in the grey graphite light isolates me in a translucent cylindrical forcefield powered by the same energy employed by the Bruntg.

{These are not Emts}.

The containment is reinforced internally and externally with the golden shade of two fake Emenelds. The immaterial cylinder shrinks it's size, becoming more oblong, passing from a circular base to an oval shape.

I don't think this energy barriers can stop me, but it's better to play along.

"Assume your position". Commands the woman with a light gesture. The Tomboy Agent moves to be in front of me, crouching down as she wears black gloves of latex. Her tone is stiff, and resolute, what makes the situation more surreal as she touches the barriers at the level of my groin, causing a gap to open in the etheric structure. "Passive observation is insufficient to do a proper measurement. I require tactile and metaphysical interaction".

"I have been nothing less than cooperative. Is this really necessary?". I ask referring to the Barrier. But the woman in charge perceives a distinct meaning

"It is required, Young Man, so don't be modest or shy, let the evaluation finish quickly so you can hide your few inches of virility".

The Tomboy Agent defends me. "I am the one doing the procedure, there is no need to insult him. It's part of the protocol to ensure everyone's safety".

The woman scoffs, and i nod. "I don't have a problem with this examination, Agent. I simply prefer to sit down and lean back in one of those comfortable couches instead of standing on my feet"…