Days passed with Nathan and Donovan still locked up in the cell awaiting the court trial. Everything was mapped out and was to tilt in their favour until news got to Nathan that they had lost the clip. The clip which was intended to be their big card. Nathan didn’t care much for the details. All he knew was that somehow, Mr Khosrow got information that they had such evidence and sent deadly malware to all the electronic devices in Mr Swack’s house. In the form of mails, sneaky links and all deceptive means. It destroyed the memory of all the devices affected. Although he always knew, it was now lucid as crystals that things could only get worse.Sadly, Mr Khosrow’s move wasn’t one Mr Swack could have possibly predicted so he didn’t have their evidence backed up in some external storage device. Or better still, in a device in his study room where all the devices were absolutely resistant to any kind of malware. Nathan and Mr. Swack's evidence they had against Mr. Khosrow was vain ex

“I learnt the court case was canceled. Should I still proceed with my mission as planned?” The man said over his black mask.“Yes. Just as planned. Dusk. And do well to pay the guard a visit. Let him know his life and that of his family is on the line if he doesn’t comply tomorrow.” Khosrow replied.“It’s done.” “ “ “ “ “A cold breeze swept across Wales street. Most of the pedestrians were putting on sweatshirts and coats. The weather had completely morphed to the stormy, windy cold, which was quite the opposite some hours ago.A short black man in pants clutched his coat to his skin and walked into the Wales bar. He was wearing a navy blue coat.He sat at to the rear end of the bar spot.“What will you be having Sir?” The bar lady asked, politely. “You don't seem to have a very good day.” She said, noticing the permanent glower on his face.“I’ll have any strong liquor.” He replied indifferently. His face was clothed with gloom.“I’m not really a fan of alcohol,” She said. “But.. I

They drove a couple minutes in silence as they all, except Donovan, were apparently thinking about the call from Cayden.It seemed to seat right with everyone except Nathan.“Wait wait wait…hold up,” Nathan hurled. Anger and rage stirred up inside of him. He gnashed his teeth, slamming the seat rest in from of him.“Hey would you stop hitting the seat? I’m driving,”Drew exclaimed. He turned to get a quick look at Nathan, wearing a disgusted obscure look.“Pull the car over.” Nathan said sternly. His voice was tinged with ire and his eyes poked out with red cracks around them.“What do you mean I should pull the car over?” Drew asked, with a addled look. “It seems you took some of Mr Khosrow’s drug.” “Really, right now?” Nic said, nonchalantly.“I’m not going to say it again. Pull the fuck over, now. Like fucking now.” He enunciated articulatelyNathan aroused from his chair and leaned over Drew, towards the steering wheel.“Hey hey hey,” Nic said, attempting to pull Nathan back but

He sat in the best position his mind told him, beside Letha, at the extreme of the chair. Her sobbing had reduced but her eyes were still widened in shock. It was hard for her to believe, it was hard for everyone.Nathan flashed back to when Velma saved him form an ambush from Cayden. He remembered how promptly she arrived after he phoned her. She picked him up almost lifeless. If it weren’t for her, he’d have died that day. He would never forget the night the both of them watched the stars ocean, under its breeze. She was everything.The room had started to lose numbers. Most of Cayden’s friends had begun leaving. At the time, Cayden wasn’t present in the room. He had gone to see off some of his friends.“I need to talk to them,” Nathan whispered in Letha’s ears. Thoughts of the surprise she planned for him still ran through his mind each time he caught eye contact with her. “I really need to .”“Okay,” Letha sniffled before saying. She heaved herself over Nathan in an attempt to m

In what seemed like a flash, Nathan dashed out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel.He searched for clothes in his wardrobe, tossing them all over the place. He settled for a track cloth. A blue sportsman tracksuit.He grabbed a shiny gilded wrist watch from a transparent glass cube collection of watches in his wardrobe and put it on.Hurriedly he creamed and put on his clothes. He reached for a matching pair of sneakers and fitted his legs in them.They were too tightly fitted but he wore them anyway.He reached for his phone and his wallet, and ran out, slamming the door behind him.Then turned on his phone and discovered he had an unread message from Rose. It came in yesternight. He wanted toread it but he didn’t have the time.“Drew, Nic,” I’m leaving. “ I’m already late,” Nathan said, glancing at his watch.“Hold up, hold up.” Drew yelled. “I already made some hamburgers.”“Drew I really can’t,” Natha exclaimed.“Just one man.You’re going to need something in your stomach