Wu saved his skin but barely, had he not been informed well… Ben would have landed in Korea 3 hours ago instead of Rio. Li on the other hand was excited, he was glad amidst the bad news and recent tensed moments, they pulled a smart move and out smarted Ben. “It calls for celebration!” Li announced and excitement vibes were filled in the mansion. Yes they outsmarted Ben but it came at a cost a dire one, but not to them, but to an important asset in their set piece, their inside informant in Madagascar. The mole amidst Ben’s empire.Ben was hot headed but was fond of keeping a cool head, not to let emotions cloud his judgment. He sensed something was amiss, he picked a scent like a hound there was something odd lurking in the oblique, yes he smelt it, a mole, a snitch! Coincidentally in the Tang mansion, Wu sensed the same, he flickered, the joy and ecstasy faded away, they saved a pawn but their rook was in harm’s way. Wrong move Wu! He messed up and he knew it, big time! Smart move

Guns all corked and loaded, the armored vehicle fully gassed, the grenades all set, these are like little fireworks only bigger and more destructive Ben would speak to himself, imitating a British accent. They were set, Ben was set, this mole was the reason he nearly lost his brother, he was the reason he lost contact with Wu, he was going to pay every bit! He exclaimed taking heavy deep breaths as this thought played back like a cassette making him more outraged, more angry, more dangerous!“You go up front…” Ben paused addressing Mila, “…you stay out back…” addressing Risa “…I will go in!” he concluded pointing at the highly suspected residence. Ben uttered tightening his bullet proof vest, thrusting it near his neck, and lowering his pistol, locked to his British, soldier made track like trousers. Elizabeth was dressed, the blue, crystal, diamond shape necklace and the velvet, tight, skirt with a white, fitting, office shirt written bee power brought out her character. She look

Ben was pissed off, still in shock, he was in disbelief, how could they have caught the wrong person. The knights weren’t pleased either they just tortured an innocent man, Mila was rueing every moment and the cries of John saying he didn’t know we’re haunting him. He felt his consciousness’s being eaten inside out, the guilt, the cries, both knights were cursing every painful experience they put John through. Ben had to make it up to John, he lost two fingernails, has one premolar less, and just had a bullet burst through his left knee, Ben knew it would take more than money to bring John to listen let alone forgive them. “Take him to the hospital, have the best attend to him, I will take care of the bills.” Ben uttered addressing the knights who were heads down in regret, but they gathered themselves and in a minute or so they did as asked. They were to put their head back in the game, they had a mole amongst them, he was of greater threat than the Tang brothers.“It wasn’t him.”

It was blurry but they could see from the shady murky waters, four man like figures, instincts kicked like mother nature programmed them, they began surfacing the waters, moving in circles with their blade like fins cutting through the water exposing their presence and indicating they were ready, ready for what mother nature was about to give back. The gray whites and hammer sharks would oddly ever intermingle in normal waters but one thing unites these beastly sons of mother nature, blood, fresh meat, human meat, they were used to the occasional bodies dumped and this normalized their thinking to knowing this as haven of abundance, where any time a body would splash in the waters, what followed, blood turreted clothes of the victim and inedible chunks of meat sinking down, the victim never to be heard of again, ever! Gift from mother nature to her beastly sons, they lied in the deep. Bloody, lifeless, heavy, carried by four men workers at the shipment of Ben’s empire, the deceased he

Chaos reigned, brooms, twigs, torn shirts swinging aimlessly in the air, screams and a unified psyched energized chorus, “Justice for Peter!”, It went on again, again, and again. Divided in two, one side, sweating, tired but still pushing on, fired up by the will power for justice, sopranos, basses all unified, male female, in their luminescent orange work overalls that portrayed them as the justice seekers, they cried all aloud, the sun beating them hard mercilessly to force them to back down, but they couldn’t , if the sun can’t stop them can man do? The co workers had turned to protesters, jackals born to wolves with the bravery of a lion, the toughness of an injured buffalo fighting for it's life, and the courage of a honeybager. Enough was enough, time they paid, “justice for Peter”, Robins dream was framing it’s crust into reality, co workers stood there, No! They said repeatedly each louder than the last. Under the shade, staring right across them, they had their fair amount