Night Wing Gundala: The Ballistics

Targets

Before long the man in front of him passed to a room in the back to store a few empty glasses above the tray he carried.

Some empty glasses were placed on a long table and the man again stepped into the janitor's room in front of him.

A mop and a bucket of water were already in his grasp after the man stepped out of a room and just before the man began his duties a voice said.

"Can you explain everything?"

sarah asked as she pulled a chair beside her and invited the man before her to sit down.

"What did Sarah want to know?"

asked the man again asked while putting his mop into a bucket filled with water and began to squeeze water at the end of the mop with a handle attached to the end.

"I said.I want to know everything.." Sarah said as she stared intently at the man in front of her.

The man in front of him just smiled and began to clean the floor around the table while starting to tell stories.

"The story begins decades back mba.."

he said as he folded a lap on a table and swept back the floor in front of him with a wet mop.

Sarah took the man's explanation very seriously.

****

In a room inside a building that became the headquarters of the National Radiation Agency, several men dressed in hazmat examined and analyzed some of the charred objects that were affected by the fire and an object that was hit radiation from lightning strikes.

"The phenomenon that occurred several decades ago.."

said one of the men in white clothes.

"Several samples of objects exposed to electrical radiation decades ago are also still in the pack.."

one of the men in hazmat clothes said.

"..can be exposed to radiation why sir?" ask one of the men behind a research room.

"A few decades ago there was a…"

"..urban legend.like myth but real.." back the man said.

"There was a man dressed in black with the power of lightning.."

the man continued.

"..crime fighter sir?"

asked one of the young men in lab clothes.

"That's how his cool term is crime eradication.."

the man said again as he walked around the room.

"There is also a superhero sir." said one of the men said as he opened some mineral diagrams in his computer.

"That's how it is.but." again the man said as he took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"I'm sorry but I can't smoke here." exclaimed one of the men in hazmat clothes.

The man ignored his ban and began removing a gas match from his pants pocket.

A small fire began to be seen when the man lit a lighter on top of a lighter in his hand.

Cigarettes that began to burn sucked in deep and with a puff of smoke began to look out of his mouth.

Some of the men in the room just shook their heads looking at it.

****

Inside a large building on the beach that looked lively began to be crowded with several young men who arrived.

A black hooded figure and wearing a long coat slipped among the young men who began to swarm at the entrance of the building.

The black hooded figure arrived in a spacious dance floor in the middle of the building.

His eyes stared intently at the stage where a DJ was playing some house mix.