Love and thunder
Chapter 6 Small Fire (Refined)
The fire was small.
Laho looked at Alohan, his eyes searching deeper than his words.
"There is something about you… that I can't quite figure out."
Alohan replied softly, almost teasing, "Is that so, fighter? Hmm… thank you for your help. You look like a good person. I'm sorry for dragging you into my troubles."
Laho turned slightly with a calm smile.
"Why have you kept your name a secret from me?"
Alohan smiled, her voice carrying a strange warmth.
It
"Wow… the way you speak to me is almost magical. But I should warn you first I'm not as innocent as I look."
Laho responded without hesitation, "I like exploring dangerous things. But… is that your name?"
Alohan paused, then said clearly:
"My name is Alohan."
Laho's expression softened.
"Wow… that is a beautiful, almost angelic name. But I think I'll call you… small fly."
Alohan frowned slightly.
"What kind of name is that? Why would you call me that?"
Laho smiled, unmoved.
"I know you like it."
Alohan shook her head.
"You must be joking. What about you, fighter?"
Laho replied simply, "I am called Laho."
Alohan nodded slowly.
"Alright… but I think I'll call you small fly too. Yes… small fly."
But on the other side of the city…
There was something heavy.
Something tragic.
"My lord, High Chief Tigger
High Chief Tigger turned slowly, a smile resting on his face.
"Oh, James… come. Tell me everything. I would love to hear about the adventure. Where is the bounty?"
James lowered his head.
"My lord the bounty escaped."
Silence.
Then
A shift.
High Chief Tigger's smile did not disappear it changed.
"Wow you men are truly something. Full of effort… but empty of results. That is unfortunate."
His voice darkened.
"All you have proven is that you are weak."
With sudden anger, he lifted his gun.
A shot rang out.
Screams followed.
Pain tore through the room as men dropped, clutching themselves in agony.
Then he turned again, calm smiling once more.
"Now… can somebody tell me something good before I decide to continue?"
"My lord! My lord!"
One of the youngest gang members stepped forward, his voice shaking but determined.
Others shouted at him to stay back but fear had already lost its grip on him.
Moments passed.
High Chief Tigger raised his hand.
"Let the young one speak… or the next scream will not be far."
The room fell silent.
The young man stepped forward.
"My lord… my name is Michael."
Tigger's eyes lit slightly.
"I like this one… young, but brave. Go on. Make me smile."
Michael swallowed, then spoke.
"My lord… I have seen the man who made them lose the bounty."
Tigger leaned forward.
"Where?"
Michael answered, steady now.
"At Dlwisy Limited."
Instantly, Tigger stood.
"Michael… you are now in charge of this operation."
The room froze.
"Three thousand men are yours. Kill if necessary. But understand this you do not return empty-handed."
Michael bowed his head.
"Yes, my lord High Chief."
Elsewhere
Light was deep in conversation, speaking business with Mongolia, the manager of the Transformer Game.
His mind was sharp, focused.
He was closing a deal.
And somewhere far from all of them…
Diamond slept.
Unaware.
Still under the weight of the drugs Light had given him.
Then
Engines.
Doors breaking.
Gunfire exploded like thunder.
Michael and his men stormed in
heavy guns in hand, violence without hesitation.
Walls shattered.
Workers fell.
Chaos swallowed the house whole.
Diamond was taken.
Still asleep.
Still unaware.
The small fire burned quietly
But across the city
War had already begun.