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A swing of the axe and useless pieces of iron fly apart. The wires are buzzing and the mechanical bastards are out of order.

Someone knocks Cornelius over on the table and aims a creepy weapon at him.

It was only a second, maybe a couple of seconds...

I shot the back of the robot's head and ran forward, clearing a path.

Cornelius almost dropped the weapon thrown to him.

I even stopped breathing out of fear.

— My backpack!—Cornelius shouted at me.— We need to get to it! —

One of these robots grabbed him by the throat, but my beautiful professor snapped him in half with a shot.

Jumping down seems to be risky...

when I saw that Kirby was fine, I still ran and jumped.

I wouldn't say that I weigh too much, but at the same time, I managed to crush six robots with myself.

It hurts, but it's fun...

A wild pain pierced my elbow.

I could barely keep the tears from welling up in my eyes.

Next to me, Kirby shot down a robot aiming at my head.

My ears were ringing.

Pressing my hands to my head, I grimaced in pain.

— Kirby... Heck!—I shouted.

— I'm sorry, I'm sorry!—My brother answered from above.

It was easy to get there, but it was harder to hold Cornelius' backpack.

It seems that the robots realized that we need this backpack...

— A box with a lot of buttons!—Cornelius croaked.— It looks like a children's puzzle!—

I lifted my find as high as I could and threw it to Cornelius.

It seems to me that she's been tumbling in the air for a damn long time...

Cornelius jumps on the table, grabs the box and...

And all the robots stop.

— What?—Kirby jumps out into the stairwell.— What happened? And why did it happen so quickly?—

Cornelius let out a nervous laugh.

— Wait, I'll come to my senses and explain everything in detail...— He said.

Cornelius's voice was still hoarse - no wonder, he was badly hurt by the robots.

He took the brunt of it...

***

Cornelius rubbed the dark bruises on his throat and drank the mint tea I made for him to relax his ligaments.

— Let me look at your bruises...—I said.—It will easily be hidden by a turtleneck, my dear, the bruises are terrible, but they will pass very soon. And these days the high collar will hide them securely. Can you sing or not?— I pressed lightly on the bruises.

— Oh! I don't know... I'll have to try it...—Cornelius sighed.— It hurts to breathe...—

— It was indeed a metal grip...—

Cornelius's phone rang.

— Corey, a few people... Several inhumans, whom Mariusz has gathered around him, are heading to the airport... I don't know what they need, but... We can't let them get it...— it was heard that the car in which Darek is traveling at full speed.

— We're here now. The Novakovskis' house was attacked. They were robots. And...—Cornelius listened to the sound of the engine.— Be careful there on the road... —

— Airport...—I whispered.— Ryan! And what did he do to stop Mariusz? —

— They know that Ryan is very dear to you... Somehow Mariusz knows absolutely everything...—Cornelius frowned.

— Kirby! Take our weapons and run to the airport!—I said.

— Are you going to wait for your foster father with guns?— Cornelius put his mobile phone in his pocket.

— No.— I took the box from Kirby.— Here's the best weapon. Choose what suits you...—

My jewelry was in the box.

— I'm taking a bracelet, a couple of rings and a brooch. Kirby?—I handed the box to my brother.

— Let Cornelius choose first, it seems he saw something there...—Kirby said.

Cornelius took out a bracelet in the shape of a scorpion.

— What is he doing?—Cornelius asked, looking at the decoration.

— The first thing he does is look amazing.— I opened the clasps.— And the second - shoots needles with poison, which is not excreted by any antidote and acts through

Thirty minutes... It will be a little uncomfortable with it alone, the bracelet takes a monstrously long time to recharge. Choose from what is here. A watch, a ring... We wear rings in two or three pieces...—

Cornelius put on a pendant with a fang, a scorpion bracelet and a pair of rings.

— Come on. I'll show you how to handle it on the way...—

It's so funny to teach them that...

***

— We've arrived.— Cornelius stopped the car.

— I'm scared...—I said.— Ryan is almost like a father to me. He's already suffered enough...—

— Everything will be fine...—Cornelius' big and warm hand covered mine.— We'll do everything right...—

— Come on!—Darek rolled his eyes.

There weren't many people at the airport. Apparently, many people wisely decided to stay in Poland.

— Use the pendant.—I said softly.

Cornelius was wearing the glasses I gave him, and the pendant was interacting with them. The glasses and pendant were like a radar, they help to see almost all of our small-sized guns.

Cornelius squeezed my hand lightly.

I saw Ryan in the distance.

.. Oh, my God! He's walking! Even with a stick, but he walks!

Kirby and I rushed to him.

— Be careful! I'm going to fall!Ryan laughed.— Eddie, don't pinch!

— I miss you so much that I can't help making unreasonable gestures!I said, smiling.— We have a little trouble at home, so... I went down the road

I'll explain.I tugged at my foster father's sleeve.— Come on.

Cornelius suddenly pointed his finger to the right.

So, there's danger there...

Abruptly rolling Ryan's suitcase aside, I knocked several people down with it.

Cornelius gave a thumbs-up.

— Cornelius, Dariusz, this is Ryan, my father and best friend! Ryan, this is my boyfriend Cornelius and his brother Darek.— I imagined each other on the street.

— It's nice to meet you guys.—It seems that while Ryan was treating his spine, he was improving in Polish.— Darek is completely Dariush, isn't it? A very beautiful name!—

— Yes, Darek is Dariusz.—Darek opened the car door for Ryan.— We'll go to our house now, and then I'll bring everything you need there. Problems in your home will be corrected in two weeks...—

— And what happened in our house?—Ryan turned to me.

— Wiring.—I said, and Kirby blurted it out.:

— The flood.—

I sighed.

— To be more precise,—I began to explain.— Kirby took over the laundry, the washing machine leaked and it shorted out the wiring...—

— Exhale.—Ryan said, smiling.— It's okay. Cornelius, do you have a place for a very quiet and clean person?—

— Yes, there will be, of course. However, I hope that you are not what you say you are, but how Adrianna described you...—

— Well, how to say it... I do not know how quiet one of the hells angels can be... I'm even too quiet for Kirby and Adrianna, but I can be deafening for you...— Ryan took out his phone.— Now I will show you my music and you will decide what kind of music I am... —

— The music that you like to listen to?—Neil B. asked.

— No, Corey, my father plays music, and it's amazing.—I noticed.

Ryan did not find what he wanted on his body background and took out a player in the form of a skull with red eyes.

— Here!—Hearing the familiar intro, he turned up the volume.

This song was one of my favorites, "The Mutilated Angel."

— It's beautiful...—Cornelius said, listening to the words.— Is that what you're singing?

— No, not at all! If I sang, the whole neighborhood would run to the toilets...—Ryan chuckled.— This is Daniel, Kirby and Adrianna's biological father, singing...—

I noticed that Cornelius's eyes widened, but I did not ask what kind of strange reaction he had to my dad's name.

But I'll ask him later...