As Logan urgently mentioned that the old man's life was in danger, Sam's demeanor shifted abruptly. Without waiting for further explanation, Sam bolted down the corridor, his colleagues trailing behind him. Logan, calling after them to wait, pursued them with desperation, eager to provide an explanation before any misunderstanding escalated.The chase led them to the old man's ward, where Susan was attentively attending to him. Sam arrived breathless, anxiety etched on his face. "Is he okay?" he urgently inquired, eyes searching Susan for reassurance.Susan, looking up from her duties, nodded with a small smile. "He's stable. No harm has befallen him."Relief washed over Sam's features. He turned to Logan, who had just arrived, and demanded, "What were you trying to tell me?"Logan, maintaining eye contact with Susan, subtly signaled to her that he had the situation under control. He then turned to Sam, adopting a tone of humor to diffuse the tension. "Well, you see, I was just about

As the night descended, Logan and Sam discreetly moved the old man from the hospital, shrouded in darkness and hidden from prying eyes. The public announcement of the old man's demise, even reaching the news, served as a strategic move to bolster the credibility of their ruse.Sam, following Logan's advice, allowed the news to circulate widely, creating an atmosphere of mourning for the supposed passing of the influential figure. The anticipation of the gangsters' reaction hung in the air as they awaited the crucial hours of the night.Meanwhile, Susan, the nurse, had endured a day filled with anxiety. As her shift ended at 8 pm, she returned home, her heart gripped by the fear that the gangsters might not keep their end of the bargain or, worse, discover the old man's survival.The tension reached its peak when a black vehicle suddenly pulled up before her building. Susan, initially frozen in fear, heard her son's voice, and relief flooded through her. She rushed outside to witness h

Chaos erupted in the boardroom as Mr. Patrick's shocking admission hung in the air. The council members, once composed, now bombarded him with questions, demanding explanations. "What did you just say?" one of them shouted, while another angrily interrogated, "Are you involved in something we don't know about?"Realizing the gravity of his slip, Mr. Patrick stammered, attempting to backtrack. "I-I don't know what I said. It must be a mistake." However, the council members weren't buying it, their expressions a mix of anger and suspicion.In the midst of the turmoil, one member shouted to an employee closeby, "Call security, now!" Panic spread as Mr. Patrick, cornered and desperate, swiftly revealed a hidden pistol. He grabbed a fellow board member who was sitting close to him, her eyes wide with fear, threatening to shoot if anyone approached."Back off! I'll shoot if you come any closer!" Mr. Patrick's voice was frantic, and he fired a shot into the ceiling, sending a shockwave of fe

As the nightfall approached, Logan's determination only strengthened. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number Baton had used earlier. Baton's voice answered, gruff and expectant."Where should we meet?" Logan inquired, his tone steady.Baton, after a moment of contemplation, responded, "Where history was made years ago, Logan. The factory. Be there at midnight."Logan, hanging up the phone, felt a chill run down his spine. The factory, a place that held both the echoes of his father's tragic end and the impending confrontation with Baton and his gang.Planning with Sam, Logan urged him to inform the police but emphasized the need for a diversion. "Tell them to focus on the factory. It's where Baton wants to meet. It might buy me some time," Logan explained, the weight of the decision evident in his eyes.Sam, concerned but supportive, offered, "I can provide the money. We don't have to risk everything."Logan, however, shook his head. "No, Sam. I can handle this part. You've done e

Sam soon arrived at the hospital where Logan's grandfather was being treated. Urgency pushing him forward, he made his way to the room where Logan's grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, was being treated. The nurse who had called him was waiting at the entrance and accompanied him, her face etched with concern."Mr. Sam, please, he's been asking for Logan non-stop. I hope you can calm him down." She whispered as they made their way to the room where's he was being treated.Sam nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. As they entered the room, the beeping of machines and the antiseptic scent filled the air. Mr. Clarkson sat on the bed, an array of medical instruments tethered to him."Mr. Clarkson, I'm here. What's going on?" Sam questioned.Mr. Clarkson, his eyes filled with desperation, looked up at Sam, "Logan... Where is he? Is he safe?"Sam in response simply didn't want to bother him much. "He's safe, but you need to calm down. Your health is important."Mr. Clarkson, gripping t