Cillian, Alarick and a business associate James Burgess, were on their way to attend a business meeting that day. James wasn’t supposed to accompany them but they agreed to let him come at the last minute. Since they hadn’t been expecting anyone else to join them, they hadn’t brought a limo so he had to sit in front with the driver. The ride so far was uneventful as they were occupied with browsing through documents relating to a new investment rather than taking a look around. Even the driver was absent minded as he stared at a beautiful woman from across the street. If they had paid more attention, maybe then they would have noticed the large truck heading straight for them. The impact on Cillian’s side shook the car and caused it to skid across the ground, rubber burning on hot asphalt. Alarick hit his head on the side window which rendered him unconscious immediately. James Burges didn’t have it so good though. Due to the fact that James sat at the front seat without his seatbelt

Alarick got to the station some minutes after they brought Alejandro in. They took the culprit to the interrogation room and he went in to watch. Alarick and the officer in charge of his case, Maurice sat down opposite Alejandro who was chained to the table. “Where is your accomplice?” Alejandro was cautious. He knew that the man sitting across from him had threatened his family but he was more wary of the person he was trying to protect. The person who stood him up. “Which accomplice. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “We know you’re a member of the Sinaloa cartel by that tattoo you’ve got.” Maurice asked. Alejandro twitched. “I want a lawyer.” Alarick slammed his fists on the table and that startled Alejandro. “We have evidence of you at the crime scene leaving after you t boned our car.” “You know I’m in the Sinaloa Cartel and you still want me to snitch. Plus, you have evidence so why ask me questions?” Alarick shouted but he was cut off. “Your family…” “If I sn

After the early interrogation of Alejandro, Alarick had gone to the company. He didn't go straight to the warehouse due to what Alejandro had said about the place. Instead, he decided to use a different approach.Alarick walked to his office but not before seeing his secretary. Vivian sat down at her desk in a black knee length plaid gown. She looked good as her long hair poured down on her shoulders. Alarick walked up to her and tapped on her desk."Good morning Mr Alarick."Vivian stood up immediately she saw him approach her. Alarick gave her a smile."Good morning to you too, Vivian. I have something for you to do. I need you to get in touch with the owner of the warehouse with storage units on Monte Lane in East Harlem. I’ll give you more details so you know the particular one I’m talking about."While he spoke Vivian grabbed her MacBook and typed down what he wanted her to do. "I know East Harlem is no place for a lady such as you but I need you to do this because I trust you c

Micah was at an art function downtown since he was invited to be the special guest. He stepped in smiling while people complimented his clothes and style. He basked in the fact that this would be his new normal soon. When Cillian and Alarick were out of his way, when he got the company, everything would fall into place. He was genuinely happy but it didn’t last as long as he thought it would.Four armed officers entered the venue searching for their culprit. They spotted Micah as he spoke to some very influential people. They didn’t regard it as they walked up to the group and spoke to Micah.“Micah King, could you follow us down to the station to answer some questions?”Micah glanced at the men annoyed. At this point people had already started to notice the officers standing close to him. The people he was with had already started to give him looks.“For what reason? Can’t you see I’m currently busy? If you want to ask me some questions, I suggest you make an appointment. My assistan

Once Alarick was satisfied with the way the trap was going to work, he headed back to the office. He had an appointment with one of the most wealthy men in the city , Derek Mason. Not as wealthy and powerful as he was but close enough. Alarick stepped into the lobby. He saw Vivian tapping her feet on the tiled floor and frowning while she looked at the MacBook in her hands. He checked his watch, 2:02pm. He winced. He was late.Vivian looked up from her MacBook and saw Alarick. She frowned but concealed it. Alarick walked up to her and then they both walked over to the elevator."Sir, you're late."Alarick scratched his head."I know Vivian. Is he here?"Vivian shook her head."Yes, he isn't happy though. He's been throwing a little fit."Alarick sighed. Although Derek was an innovative man and a mentor to a lot of businessmen, he acted like a child and was a stickler for time. If anything didn't go his way he would have a tantrum. Vivian gave Alarick a warning look for him to be cau