Ambrose sighed as his head bent down to look at the ground. His fingers slowly twirling a glistening knife between his fingers, "Ambrose." A female voice acknowledged the man and creaks could be heard coming closer to him. "The president's secretary informed me of your new skill. Would you mind-" The blonde man cut her off when he stood up abruptly from the chair he was resting on. The scientist cleared her throat as she watched the man having an inner battle within his head, "I'm sorry but you have to show me what you learnt." She prodded.
A scream escaped the woman and she closed her eyes tightly. Her ears were ringing at the intense and quick wind that passed them. Ambrose stood facing her now, his hand resting beside his body, the knife which he played with embedded in the wall next t
