85 Atlantic Rim IV : Players In Position (2/2)

Whatever internal problems that might arise from within the Wade family, Henry didn't care. All he wants to do right now is quickly get rid of that boy, and build himself and the government an army, kick start this war before the old families realize what's happening, and when he's gotten enough power and money, which wouldn't take him more than a year, he would end all these families and be the supreme power on earth as a whole. If the Wade family gets destroyed in the process, well then....so be it. After all, that Aaron boy was never his son to begin with anyway.

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SAN FRANCISCO

UNDER THE SAN-FRACISCO BAY

WADE INDUSTRIES MOBILE UNDERWATER BASE(W. I. M. U. B)

Florence hated retirement, it was too damn complicated, and even though her replacements have already been dispatched, a lot of players were making moves right now, and they were all making a play for Aaron, his wealth, his resources, and his life. But she would never let that happen, she had promised his grandfather that she would take care of him no matter what, and right now she had the perfect method and way to do it.

She was standing in an observation deck, watching as a twelve year old boy displayed abilities that until 20 years ago, was considered nothing more than science fiction or even a myth. But here they are, men, women, teens and children with abilities to shake the very foundation of the world, and all of them belonged to the Wade family, or rather they belonged to Aaron Wade. He just didn't know it yet.

Florence spoke into the mic in front of her, he features softening a bit as she spoke to the young boy currently spinning a disk of pure silver alloy above his hand. The fact that she spoke in fluent Celtic did not seem to faze the people around, her, it was a language that's hardly ever spoken, if it wasn't already extinct.

”Nicolas you shouldn't push yourself so hard, I wouldn't want to explain to your mother why I brought you back unconscious. You can already control, bend and reshape metal with the hardness of an industrial forged silver alloy, and to think you came up from copper and tin. You're stronger now, so you should give yourself a break and a pat on the back.”

”But grandma! It's not enough. You said master Aaron would only take the best of the best into the Familia, what if I'm not chosen?” the young boy asked, expanding the flattening the disk until it was wide enough for his to sit upon.

”Aaron won't say no to you, I practically raised him, and so he's like your uncle or brother. He would probably love you and protect you even more than I can, and he will fight for you, just as you're going to fight for him. You know your role don't you?”

”Of course I do grandma! I know my place, I know my title and my rank. I know what I have to do to keep the world safe, to keep our Familia safe.” The young boy replied, looking up at his grandmother with looks of reverence and happiness.

”And what's that title, introduce yourself to grandma.” Florence asked with a wide smile on her face.

”My name is Nicholas Poser, Familia Platoon: Immortal. Title: The God Of War....Ares!”

Florence smiled with as much pride and guilt along with a serious amount of self loathing that she could muster. She could tell herself that she did this to protect both her boys, but in the end the truth was still staring at her right in the face. She had trained her grandson into nothing short of a perfect killing machine, just like he said. She had made her own flesh and blood a God of war, a killer at twelve. A killer fully and completely loyal to Aaron Wade.