12 2780-Space City Iron Lake (044165)-Patrice

To Zatland at this point in time, the only benefit of joining the Iron Lake Training Base was the more rapid attainment of experience. He would have taken his military training in a more relaxed manner, but his Father told him to be Vigilant and on a schedule, and so he did.

His military career had taken a turn, but he was a Zuallen, every single one of them where known for their ability to adapt to unexpected situations and formulate contingency plans.

His father once taught him that to set a goal; you had to formulate as many contingency plans as possible, for when it went wrong.

His Grandfather and father were always spoken of as versatile thinkers, not bogged down by a single frame of thought.

Little did people know, that the Zuallen family had been sharing the paperwork for generations. That was the benefits of a family (heritage). It made things distinctively easier for the following generation.

When Zatland thought about this, he couldn't help but become a little enthusiastic.

He wasn't as smart as his Elders, but he knew the validity of the term knowledge is power.

People didn't necessarily need a high I.Q to learn what a genius knew. It depends on the type of hard work a person was willing to put in to attain the same level of knowledge.

If the Athenaeum could let him learn passively, he would skip the hard work phase; then he could do something with His elder's knowledge that they couldn't have thought of doing.

Stepping off the piloted shuttle Zion and Zatland gazed at the humongous wave of concrete and iron in the distant, the hurry and bustle that was taking place just outside the transport shuttle reminded Zatland of the ancient City of New York.

Zatland and Zion needed to change their watch-phone router systems to match the current space stations frequency. So first they went to an entry clerk to show their Identification. They walked through a line as long as their shuttle. Till they arrived in front.

in the clerk seat a beautiful redhaired Vixen, with alluring blue eyes, long legs and bouncing glorious orbs sat, just gazing outwardly like looking at the mundane world.

'ba- thup" both boys hearts stopped for a second.

Zion and Zatland were short for words in front of her, as their instincts to mate quivered. They were not expecting to run into such a beautiful lady at the first second of arrival. They found themselves continuously looking from the lady to the floor, as shyness took over.

they now understood why this line was so long.

They had never met such a sexy elder sister before. Its like she was blessed by the gods to be the bane of a man's existence.

Zatland nervously handed over his watch and Cellphone, along with his I.D. to her without being asked.

"Systems Connected, Iron Lake Wireless System Active." Said an automated voice.

The Vixen nodded her head once, and help Zion with his own, before looking at the boys, Zatland and Zion helplessly looked at her before slinking away sadly. No guts No glory was proverbs.

...

There where so many people, not all of them could be military recruits. To get to the base Zatland and Zion decided they would take a hike most of the way towards the center of the city.

It would take them quite a long time to arrive at the Creek View office of Iron lake city, around the entire day, but they could explore the city while doing so.

Looking up at the Top floor Town that was further out of reach to them. They gave up on the chances of visiting. First, they'd have to reach a designated spot to climb. With not enough time, they would have to have a glimpse at the infamous red-light district later.

Zatland scanned a map into his watch, from outside the city finding your way around was easy, but once you entered, the place tended to become more complicated and maze-like, especially with all the alleyways in-between buildings. This would take some time getting used too.

Finding a lot of restaurants with foods they wanted to try on the way, Zion and Zatland plotted a course that brought them to visit all Food establishments in the area. they entered the iron lake. This would be their home base for the next five years. To adventure and pillage for food.

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In a bar Somewhere on the top floors a young lady in sexily tight-fitting dress sat, her dress doing much to accentuate her stunning curves, as she was passed out drunk on the bar with a slight grin on her lips.

She looked peaceful like a beautiful angel, but the bartender who looked after her through the night, looked at her in dread, as he used a broom handle to poke her repeatedly in the stomach.

'Ow, Oww, Owww" she screamed as she was rudely woken up, her eyes blinking awake through the heavy makeup.

she wore this makeup as a battle armor.

"what the big Idea Samuel, you may have broken one of my ribs." She shouted in tears letting out a raspy voice full of electrifying charm. It was a voice filled with a contradictory tone that brought attention.

Of all the beautiful qualities gather on this girl body, her raspy voice with a significant hint of femininity was the best attraction.

"better you than me, Why were you here last night?!" the bartended whispered in a yelling tone.

Samuel, the bartender of the bar, was the girl's brother, he scowled looking at her in fear. Wondering why the hell she was even in here, this minor sister of his was currently playing with his life, by being at the bar drunk in tight frilly clothing, if his boss saw this.

The type of shit could get his job taken away!

Patrice brushed her long black hair over her shoulder to reveal a pair of alluring blue eyes, like light blue sapphires, and a stoic, emotionless expression.

But Samuel backed away as if gazing upon the true face of a beast.

Patrice Larson was born with her face in a default setting. And it wasn't a good one like a smile or misunderstood one like a frown; it was an unreadable enigma of a facial configuration, she was cursed with, that all could not judge her of either being good or evil.

and her personality matched too both.

She was a girl who thrived in the chaos, bringing drama everywhere she went, and her biggest weapon of carnage was her mouth.

Samuel shivered at the amount of damage, he had watched his sister cause over the years and wondered when this more than a mild disaster, wouldn't be his problem anymore.

was she about to cause another big incident in his life Again!?

there was no way in hell her charming voice was going to keep them out of prison, if she messed up, and got them caught by the manager...

In this part of town, Patrice Larson off West Whittier street was known for her electrifyingly charm, pension for convoluted planning, and terrifyingly hard to say no to voice.

She was a born leader, and with just an umm or an hmm, she could turn you against a particular frame of mind. she was a very manipulative person, but you'd let her manipulate you, and you'd get the feeling she was doing it for your own sake.

Samuel knew better by now, he knew his sister could encourage a billionaire too die, she was so scary, that if he one day he saw her whispering words into the president's ear, he would flee his home to the next one thousand sectors.

there was always that one member of the family, in which you always knew could hold political power, but wished would not, Patrice was one of them.

that sweet, encouraging voice of hers was a Sirens traps that when you followed her advice, you'd either get mildly killed or wholly screwed by the boldness of it.

Flash!

For some reason, Samuel had repressed memories of her laughing in front of a twenty-foot fire as a child.

...

Patrice didn't have very many friends except for Samuel. Her elder brother that had been by her side since her birth, and he understood how she ticked, and could sometimes navigate around the hurricanes that were her life.

unfortunately for him, he was the naïve sidekick, that kept getting tricked, into another death-defying day.

While he was the most terrified of her out of everybody that he knew, he was partially to blame for her turning out this way, as he was in charge of raising her.

It was probably because he kept having to bring her to work as a child.

"don't you have your opening test tomorrow at the Creek street office." He asked going to the side of the bar to wash some dishes. He had to get the place clean before his boss came in and saw.

"Nah, I just have to go to a recruitment office, I think tomorrow," Patty said hesitantly then in confidence.

"did you read, the paperwork?" Asked Samuel "I could have sworn I read something about a creek street." He said shrugging his shoulders to say get out of here.

Patrice siphoned through the content of her purse. She brought up her a military flyer with recruitment dates on it. She found the one for tomorrow because it was the closest. 'creek street' she read slowly.

Suddenly she stood up straight in her high heels and ran out of the bar. "why didn't you tell me, Samuel." She yelled from down the street. She now had to complete a 16-hour journey by tomorrow.

If she didn't make it in time, she would have to wait another year for a chance to enter Iron lake military base, plus suffer a penalty.

Samuel continued his daily chores, making sure the bar was stocked, he couldn't help but heaving a sigh of relief that she didn't have much time left to get in trouble.

he scrambled to remove all evidence.

Just then he received a phone call from his girlfriend phone "I took your girlfriend's phone." said Patrice her charming voice coming through the airwaves.

'dammit,' he thought "I couldn't afford to replace that phone."