Night of the Iron Wolf - Part 2“If even bullets can't hurt us, what makes you think your exosuit will stand a chance?” Iron Wolf boasted.
Justice Knight unclenched his fist, and then he clenched it again, “I guess we'll just have to see.”
Running as fast as the fastest humans could run, the Iron Wolf charged at Justice Knight. As soon as he was close enough, the wolf pulled his right claw back, then stabbed at Justice Knight's chest.
Justice Knight twisted the left side of his body back. The wolf's claw missed and went under the knight's left arm, which was already pulled back. Justice Knight threw the left side of his body forward, launching his punch. His punch managed to land on the right side of Iron Wolf's head, causing the wolf to stagger back.
Iron Wolf reached up and felt the spot where he was punched. Then, he laughed an excited laugh. “I haven't felt pain since I became a cyborg!”
Justice Knight clenched his left hand into a fist and flicked it open again. Then, he comme
Night of the Iron Wolf - Part 1The wolf dropped the security guard next to the other guard that the Iron Soldiers had taken care of at the front reception.
“You didn't kill him?” The wolf asked. A male voice, distorted by the helmet.
“No, sir! Just like you ordered, we only knocked him out.” One of the Iron Soldiers replied. A female voice, also distorted.
“Good. Tie them up.”
The two Iron Soldiers took out plastic ties and bounded the guard's ankles and wrists. When they were done, the front door opened.
The three looked in the direction of the front door in surprise. A lone man stood there.
The wolf looked at the man, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He had a suit on, but otherwise, there was nothing distinguishable about him.
The wolf snarled, “And just who might you be?”
The man smirked. Then he undid the button on his suit jacket and pulled one side of it back, revealing a strange device that he had on, at where the belt buckle would be. It was a white,
Night of the Iron Wolf - Cold Open"St- Stay back!" The security guard yelled. He took out his gun and aimed it at the two metallic figures that were heading towards him.
The two metallic humanoids were dressed the same. They each wore a silver, round helmet with two narrow, glowing eyes and a round vent at where the mouth would have be. Covering their torsos were breastplates of simple design: two grey, metallic hexagon plates lined horizontally across their chest, with the rest of the torso covered by black metal. The same sleek, black metal covered their arms and legs.
It was the Iron Legion's Iron Soldiers.
"Damn it!" The security guard yelled. He pulled the trigger on his pistol three times in quick succession.
Three small sparks on the breastplate. That's all the damage that the three shots did to the Iron Soldier.
The one that got hit by the bullets just stood there, while the other Iron Soldier rushed towards the security guard. Swiftly, the security guard was punched in the face.
Elsewhere, a lone security guar
The Royal Food TesterEveryone watched as I cut a little piece from the delicious looking steak on the gold plate in front of me. I inspected it carefully with my eyes. Then, I sniffed it, taking in the aroma of the meat. Finally, I nervously put it into my mouth to taste it. I felt the juices of the steak pour into my mouth as I chewed it throroughly.
Swallowing the piece of steak, I then picked up the glass of red wine in front of me. Brining it under my nose, I sniffed it, taking in the scent. Then, reluctantly, I took a sip, and thoroughly washed my mouth with it. Satisfied with the wine, I swallowed it.
I nodded at the man standing next to me. Nodding back at me, he picked up the glass of wine and the plate of steak. Then, he walked over to the smiling king, and placed the glass and the plate in front of him.
The king dug into his meal. Next to the king was the king's advisor, who said to me, "Thank you, you may return to your room now. We will send someone for you when it is time for dessert."
After-School Detectives - 10th and 11th CasesKatie's First Case
It was the beginning of a new school year; the eighth grade for me. On the Monday of the second week of school, Sheryl Holmes declared, "We need new members!"
She wasn't wrong. After all, there was only the three of us in the After-School Detectives.
Strangely (well, not really, considering what happened over summer vacation), the last member of our small club, Samantha, hadn't shown up yet.
"Let's wait for Sam-"
As soon as I began to utter her name, Samantha popped into the room.
"Sorry I'm late...," she said, devoid of her usual bubbly energy. Instead, it was replaced with an awkwardness as soon as she noticed me. And as it had been for the whole week, she avoided eye contact with me.
What was going on between Samantha and I? Well, it all started when Sheryl's older brother, Mike, took the three of us to the beach, along with his girlfriend, three weeks ago during summer vacation.
We went through the usual. Got to the beach, changed into o
After-School Detectives - Rogue DetectiveIt was beginning of May, and the whole school was gripped with terror.
I sat in the classroom with the rest of my fellow students, while our teacher taught. It seemed like a normal classroom, but the tense atmosphere indicated otherwise. At least half of the students in the classroom were miserable, and the teacher hadn't given out so much as an assignment for the past few months now, in fear of the repercussions.
It all started near the end of February, with a bang coming out of Francine's locker. The bang was followed by a gooey substance, which splattered all over the untouchable queen been of our school. She had been pranked. Her group turned on her, and she was no longer part of the "popular" group.
Strange as that was, even stranger was that no one stepped up to fill the power vacuum. Instead, the group fell quiet.
Then, in March, one of the History teachers, Ms. Rouge, was revealed to have failed a History class in high school. Her students wouldn't let her live it down, and aft
After-School Detectives - ScarletIt was the middle of February and I was freezing cold. I was walking to school when Samantha called out to me from behind. In a playful tone, she said, "Hey Watson."
I sighed and said, "It's James."
She caught up to me and smiled, "Well, I want to call you Holmes, but Sheryl wouldn't like that."
I didn't now if that was a compliment or not.
Before I could respond, Sheryl showed up as well, walking up to us woozily. In a flat, tired tone, she greeted us, "Hi guys."
Samantha, concerned, asked, "Sheryl! What's wrong?"
In the same flat, tired tone, she said "It's Holm-" before coughing.
"Sheryl, are you okay?" Samantha asked again.
Sheryl recovered and, in a tired voice, she said, "I'm fine."
Samantha and I tried to convince Sheryl to go home, but she wouldn't listen, "No! I have to be there, in case there is a new case!"
I sighed, "Look Sheryl, you're obviously sick. Don't worry about the club, Samantha and I will take care of it."
Sheryl's eyes brightened a little, "You will?"
After-School Detectives - Birthday PresentIt was a few days after the winter holidays, and we, the After-School Detectives, were back in the clubroom again. I looked over at the nine or ten case files that we had accumulated on the shelves over the past year, and wondered what cases the new year was going to bring us.
The three of us were doing our own things when Brett, our classmate, burst in all the sudden, "Guys! You have to help me!"
Sheryl stood up excitedly and declared with a thumbs-up, "Don't worry, Brett, the After-School Detectives are on it!"
"Thank you, Sheryl!"
"Holmes..., call me Holmes."
I put down the book that I was reading, "So, what's up, Brett?"
"Virginia's birthday is coming up, and I need to get her a birthday present!"
"Oh!" Samantha perked up, "You're that Brett and Virginia!"
Samantha was, of course, referring to the After-School Detective's second case, where we brought the couple together. This was a relief, since that meant we weren't going to be caught in the same situation as the one with Frankli
After-School Detectives - Costumes"What are you going as?" Sheryl asked me one morning before homeroom started. She was, of course, referring to the fun little policy that we had at our school here, where, as long as it wasn't anything too extravagant, we were allowed to come to school dressed up in costumes on Halloween.
I turned around to face her, since she sat behind me, and replied, "I'm probably not going to dress up."
Sheryl pouted, "C'mon! We're the After-School Detectives, at least come as a detective!" Then, with a sparkle in her eye, "Why don't you come as Watson? I'll be coming as-"
"Sherlock Holmes, I know. And no, I'm not coming in as your sidekick."
Sheryl pouted and tossed a piece of candy into her mouth.
As Sheryl was beginning to argue with me again, Ms. Grey, our homeroom teacher, walked in. She smiled and greeted the class before launching into the morning announcements, "As you all know, Halloween is a couple of days away, and I know that some of you were excited about being able to come to school