Deadly Control

CLICK!

Reign swung open the door to his home and plopped onto the sofa as if he'd just clocked out from a day at the office, not like he'd just infiltrated a high-security Research Facility armed to the teeth.

It was something that not just anyone could pull off; even secret spies and highly trained agents would be hard-pressed to replicate the flawless execution of his job. 

Not a single fingerprint was left behind—well, because he was made of bones.

He delayed checking his new skill, Viral Control, to give himself more time to study it in depth.

As he sank into the soft cushions, he took a deep pause, savoring the moment of peace. 

That mission felt really long with all the roundabouts he had to make, just to ensure he didn't alert anyone. 

At the same time, some questions remained unanswered, but he decided to let them go for now, knowing that dwelling on them wouldn't be productive.