Sporch began to stare at Rouge, which scared her. His guys at the walls came to life, and the crowd began to turn back to them.
"So?" Rouge stepped forward, "And you are very careful. But you know, I'm disguising from you! How can such a person, who has done such terrible things, arrange such serene parties?"
"I'm sorry, madam, but what happened in the Federation does not concern me anymore."
"You will pay for all your crimes!" Rouge snapped.
"And you are brave: to challenge me in my house! What do you think, my friends?"
People around started to giggle and whisper. Suddenly Rouge was captured from behind by man of strong physique.
"What? Lorenz, what are you standing?" she turned to him, but he just stood there.
"I've already told you that it's stupid to work alone," he had changed, "I'm even surprised that you did not bring your friends here."
"Ilusive!" she croaked.
"You're as incomparable as ever, Ilusive," Sporch patted him.
"Glad to be useful, because you had found me."
"It's rubbish!" Rouge scolded to himself, "Yes, and this stupid tempter!"
"And now, please, do not spoil the evening," put in the don, then waved his hand, "Music, please!"
Suddenly, glass was falling. Mobians and people peeked out from the balcony.
"What? Who released them?" he was indignant.
"You forgot to invite them!" Lorenz laughed, who appeared from there.
The brawl of the newcomers with the retinue of the don began. The frightened guests were drawn to the edge of the balcony or fled away. An orange flew in that big man somewhere out of the crowd. Rouge took advantage of the moment to get out of the capture of the one, after which she decided to aim at Ilusive. He, of course, began to fend off all her blows.
"Very skilled!" Rouge noted, "And in your appearance it will not tell!"
"How about this?" he had a quirky blow, but Lorenz fell on him in time.
"Thank you, Lorenz!" Rouge came to himself.
"You'd better hurry after the Sporch. He decided to run away," he pointed to the door, where Rouge had moved after him.
"How so many people gathered here for such a time?" Rouge wondered, making her way through a mass brawl and running around.
Various elements of the interior decorations were flying. Finally, she noticed the escaping Sporch. Quite fast for his age. But she still managed to overtake him in the front door.
"The games are over, Jordano Sporch!" she was already walking calmly towards him.
"Hell no!" he snapped, "This city is mine!" he fell out into the street, but here the local police formed a ring around the door.
"You're under arrest! We call not to resist!"
"What are you thinking of? Oppose against me? It will cost you dearly!"
They began to pull him together. Rouge just stayed to take a breath. Suddenly a girl ran up to her from the direction of the police.
"Are you Agent Rouge? So this was the GUN initiative?"
"Rather personal," she noticed, "But you are..."
"I'm Frances, the local agent. Really, under cover... Do you know?" her voice subsided, "I helped your friend call out the police."
"Yes, thank you, Frances," Lorenz jumped to them.
"Lorenz! But what about..."
"that stunt ran away!" he overtook Rouge on the question about Ilusive, spitting under himself.
"But what just happened?" Rouge was still perplexed.
"Oh, that? I managed to sag the local people to put an end to the dictatorship of Aventurosi. Well, mobians-hostages did not refuse help."
"How did you do it all..."
"Whose operation?" the police captain ran up. Frances pointed at Rouge. "Is that all?" he was even surprised, "Okay! I want to ask you to take Sporch with you to the Federation. Your prisons will be more serious than ours. I will send a request to resolve all the nuances."
"Copy that!" Rouge answered seriously.
They were already waiting for the plane home, but they stayed at the mansion to see the fireworks that were held in the city.
