He traced his dad who just arrived at the docks. A very large cruiser was tagged USNS Barracuda. Tucker was just packing his bag. He met up with him in a jolly mood. He walked aboard the ship, anticipating the motion of the deck so he could walk steadily without losing balance. Melvin felt something grappling him by the ankles. He gazed at the midnight blue water. Pouring onto the stairwell. "Get your crabsticks over here, the ship's about to sail." "I just...need to get my..." He screamed when Ghost pulled him downwards. There was a big splash."Anderson!" Tucker rushed down the steps and the others tried to help him. The ship gave a loud echo loud enough to scare a war veteran and it detonated. A flare spliced through the ship and Melvin sank deeper into the deep. He booted back and Ghost dragged him. He could see the surface. The reflected light got farther and farther away. He looked down. The darkness he saw made him panic, as he was dragged down even more. He struggled to get

He shook his head, the second cop hit the first on the shoulder. "He has a right to know anyhoo." "Know what? Why is she in the infirmary?""That's enough questions, boy." He shuddered. What if she got hit by a bus? Or a taxi, what could be worse? The prison cell was cold with white bricks and a window at the top. Moths were dancing hopelessly around an inbuilt light. There was an uncomfortable-looking stainless steel toilet. "I just need to call somebody.""I'm afraid we can't let you do that, phone services are closed. You'll have to spend the night."His throat closed up. Communication was far-fetched, his phone was confiscated. He was not allowed to take incoming calls. Perhaps even after the booking process. What was he going to tell her? Perhaps the parlor just set itself up for failure yet again. "We'll be watching you, there are cameras everywhere just in case you want to play the rat maze. We want none of that." He said. [ So much for fair treatment ] He added.

The constable blinked at him and he gaped at the empty table where his phone had been. Ghost stepped back and Doreen's head turned when she heard a loud, long-lasting hiss and she began to feel dizzy. She checked on the oxygen tubes by Jessica's bedside and Ghost laughed when she knocked on the door. She swooned. He turned to Maks who was glaring at him from the entrance of the hospital, he looked like he had just run a marathon. He wore a black hooded coat with a scarf like it was negative 50 degrees outside. He had the precise asian look, slanted eyes, a white buzz cut, high cheekbones, and a certain imperial look. Maks looked at him from head to toe, he rushed past him and Maks checked the rooms. "Hey." He said knocking on the glass. He asked for Jessica's ward and the worker was alarmed. She was no older than he was. He thought she recognized him somehow but she put a file by another stack."You will have to sit down while I check my inpatient index. They've been moved." With h

Honestly, he would not go into a reckless rampage because his father died, sometimes it made him question if he did truly care. He did, Maybe he was just as cold as others claimed him to be. Maybe not. But he truly believe that someone killed his mother because the hammer's handle was grated inside the woodchipper but there was no blood on it. Except for the metal hammer, he was angry, yes but that was no excuse. Maybe in shock too but that was the only thing keeping him sane. He looked closely outside the window where an owl perched on a hook-shaped branch. The field was blooming now, full of dragon fruits, Asian Pear and Asian Persimmons, and pineapple guavas as far as his eyes could see. Mandarins and Dwarf apple trees with pink blossoms. He had that strange sensation that someone was watching him. Ghost was bidding his time, perhaps he would wait some other time. He was not ready. A fair fight would do him more good because he did not see a good reason to kill him, only a rea

Maks clawed at the dagger in his hand hidden inside his jacket. His adrenaline was pumping. Good thing he brought a hat to cover his face."You don't want the manager to assume that you're some yahoo looking for spare parts to sell, do you buddy?." The tall man said to him brightly. He could not kill him right there. But he almost laughed at his assumption that he was trying to steal from him. He slouched on his stool. The man pulled the collars of his jacket together and his eyes were so murky that it made him look like a lizard. He was pudgy and he had perfect teeth. He gave him a twenty dollar bill and Maks slipped the money into his pocket. He listened to the two. "What do you want?" He shook his head. The dagger was still in his jacket. He turned to them and Mister Brandon seemed surprised and his eyes moved to the police crew. "I could have handled this." He said.Maks emerged from the bar scraped in a bad way. With a bottle in his hand."Myers." The cop said from the out