Alatem nodded, she hoped this worked destroying 3 of the warehouses would help but they had to get her uncle or
almost all of this would be for nought. ass porn Amid the flames and destruction a lone figure stood out when the guards appeared, Trok at the head of them,
a wicked smile crossing his lips for there staked out naked to a pole, was the emperor’s brother with the word
traitor written across his chest. Ha! The assassin started and only 30 seconds later realized the man had been right, then an evil smile spread on the
assassin’s face. The shadowy figure slipped deeper into the shadows, a controller huh? Alatem began to
program all the coordinates they had and sent them via a special carrier wave that Charles had programed before he
left. The assassin turned attention to the warehouse pulling out a weapon, started to level it, there it was all
finished. The other 4 laughed, “well the boss promised us all a turn at her after he kills that bastard of an emperor.” One of
the others out side laughed, “she ought to provide some
