C4: Doom

July 7th, Saturday. 07:00 pm.

<Urchin Palace>

Our limo hovered through Florence St, took the turn and arrived at the gates of the Urchin Palace.

[Kim, we're here.] Meg announced as the limo hovered to a stop. Meg was driving the car. Who else can be more trustworthy than her?

Beside me, as my date, was Blondie. Jenni had to prepare the weapons for the mission, so I had to choose Blondie because all the others were busy too.

"We're here, Blondie," I said to her, opening the door of the limo. She was too busy to notice that the car had stopped because she was powdering her face using the mirror on her phone.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

I stepped out, wearing my usual suit. Blue sunglasses, a white shirt, white pants, and a red coat with the sea breeze blowing my hair back.

People were gathered around the red carpet that led the way into the Urchin Palace. Hundreds of popular billionaires, idols, and politicians were joining the Juno Project today. It was only natural to have a crowd.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The cameras started snapping pictures one after another. Then, out stepped my date to the Urchin Palace, Blondie.

Wearing a sexy red dress and matching high heels, she stepped onto the red carpet, swinging her wavy blonde hair back with a gorgeous smile. She too was wearing the same blue glasses as me. We had to connect with Meg, all of us.

"OH MY GOD! IS THAT BLONDIE? SHEILA FLUX!"

"It's Sheila! I'm a huge fan of yours!"

The crowd began to scream as they saw the girl with the world's best-selling Onlyfans account stepping out.

"Kim Seong-huk! Are you dating her now? Are you two in a relationship?" Some of the media men started throwing questions at me.

I chuckled at this and replied, "No no, just a date. Just a DATE, everyone!"

"Oh, come on, spoil the crowd a little. Let them have their fun," Sheila grabbed my arm, pressing herself against me.

"God, let's go already." I sighed in exasperation, taking my lovely date, Sheila, into the Urchin Palace.

She blew kisses to all the fans in her crowd as we walked through the long-ass red carpet.

///

Urchin Palace.

I haven't been here a lot, truth be told, not even once before the Juno Project. It's made entirely of glass, and it's absolutely colossal.

The beauty of it is its shape. Like a sea urchin with glass spikes rising from the dome-like glass bubble into the sky. The miraculous thing about it is that thousands of sea urchins live within those glass walls, filled with marine water and algae that is a paradise for urchins.

And just like Jenni said, hundreds of people were invited to this grand opening.

We stepped inside and walked through the crowd of people who were enjoying expensive whiskey and the goth strippers that had hair similar to a sea urchin itself dancing around. I spotted a few people who looked really familiar.

Idols, stars… some of them even I was acquainted with it at one point.

Cyber Security was already there, dressed in black suits with their ultra-vision goggles. Guns in hand, ready to shoot innocent (probably not) people.

The Ghosts were probably there too. They wore transparent suits. It's hard to spot one, except for me who had Meg. She put ultra-scanning in the glasses, which allowed me to see every invisible person there.

When you bump into an invisible wall at a party like this, you gotta take a swing at the motherfucker. It's always funny how they apologized for it and went on. Only if they knew that I was the one they were looking for.

Suddenly, Blondie tugged at my shoulder.

"Hey, babe. Look straight ahead. A hot piece of metal dick is coming right at us," she squealed.

I looked at her, confused, and turned to the front, only to see a hot piece of metal dick coming right towards us.

The IO unit. Better known as the Doom Unit. The world's strongest metal armor, uncrackable AI. An actual fucking Terminator, who's practically unkillable too.

The tall piece of humanoid metal junk paused before us, bowed with the head that displayed IO in its face, and said: "Evening, young couple."

"Evening, Mr. Doom," I replied with a smile.

"Mr. Doom? Do you know my name? Mad respect for you, young man. People with skin barely share a word with me. Peace out." He hit his metal chest with his fist twice, did a peace gesture with his hand and left us.

"Ain't that metal ass cute?" Sheila added, lowering her eyes down to that metal ass.

How low can Sheila go? I always wondered, never really knew the exact answer.

"Guy said *young man*," I cringed. "I was literally born 10 years before that piece of shit was made."

[Peace! Haha. Doom said *Peace* Kim. You heard that BS?] Even Meg added her line.

"Heard it, babe. Everyone's so contradictory these days."

After sipping some whiskey and wandering around the gorgeous glass palace, a message came to us through our glasses saying that all the Sharks except Barry had met up at a table on the lowest floor.

We were wandering through the palace avoiding all the rich people coming to talk to us, we forgot that we climbed up four floors already.

"So, the guys are ready, huh?" Sheila asked me, gazing down over the rail at the lowest floor.

"Yup, everyone's there. Jenni sent the message."

"Oh, Jenni? She misses you?" Sheila asked with a cheesy tone.

I gazed at Blondie's face over my shoulder and smirked. "She probably wants to fuck me in the bathroom right now."

Blondie blinked a couple of times, taking a sip from her whiskey. She was probably jealous because I'm not riding her all night. How can I? She already had 5 injections for AIDS.

…and she's still 25.

The time was 7.30 pm when I reached the table where the rest of my Sharks were. There were only 15 minutes for the grand opening.

"Hey hey, Boss." Gendy grabbed my hand and gave me a quick guy's hug.

"How was the palace?" Carry, who was sitting on one of the glass chairs with her feet on the table added.

"It's a beauty," I replied, looking at Jenni. Jenni sipped her glass of wine and winked at me. She was wearing a white dress today, the same version she wore when we had sex last Monday.

"Hm, anyway, have you contacted Barry yet, Crowley?" I asked Crowley, who was sitting on the couch against the wall, probably on a video call with one of his femboys.

He picked out his ear pods and replied, "He said he'll be in like – 2 minutes?"

"Great." I grinned. The plan is perfect. No matter who was inside here, we were going to win this one.

Nothing could stop us. We were the World's Greatest, after all.

///To be continued///

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