“Give me six more bottles!” Tommy Murphy ordered and the bartender, a hot female, fresh from college and serving for the little pay, hurried to fulfill his order. Tommy Murphy grabbed a wad of cash from his wallet and dropped it into her hands after she presented his order. Using his big hands, he lifted all six bottles of beer. “Pay for the bottles and keep the change. Any of these folks try to take it, let me know. I'm in the media,” Without waiting for a response he bounced out with the bottle hoping for an interference, a reason to rage but no one moved. They knew him well enough to stay clear from his path once he drank. No one wanted to wake up in the hospital from the beating of a bull-like bulked male. The only thing of value to him in his car was a picture of two girls with a very bright smile pasted on his dashboard. His car slid into the garage and he jumped off. Proceeding into the kitchen, moving without turning on the lights because he had mastered the layout of his

John Draken walked through a series of turns, following the increasing footsteps of Luciano deeper into the farm. They could hear the shouts of men calling for Luciano. John could hear the anger in their voices. “I'm trying to prevent an unnecessary fight for the sake of my child,” Luciano said, pointing to a path of clearing that led to a silo for storing grains. “Hide here till I've been able to talk to Gravano and Escobar. I'll try to get them to reason and talk,” John looked from the sillo to the man standing in front of him, his heart warmed. “I understand but we Drakens don't run from anyone. We'll face them head on,” Luciano could feel the determination in John's gaze so he took a step back and nodded. “I'd direct them here,” Within a few minutes the high voices in the distance drew closer till Garvano and Escobar stood in front of John with all the men, both John and his opponents, guns pointed at each other. Garvano and Escobar walked and carried themselves like pro wr

“Boss, I’m there. My team is in position,” Gladiator’s voice relayed over the speaker of a phone that rested on a white table. There were three people surrounding this device. Sara’s eyes focused on the words coming from the speaker, while Rita's gaze never left the screen of her phone. John leaned back into his office chair and probed his chin with his fist, using the armrest as a support. “What do you see?” “According to the Intel that was in the documents. We were to find a ship on this dock loading to move, but there’s nothing here. It’s an empty harbor.” John's brows creased. “That can’t be right, Jones won’t drop an Intel if he wasn’t sure,” “it is really empty,” “check around, it might not be anchored at the usual spot. Once you see it, remember you’re to set the explosives and retreat. It’s Xavier’s loss this time around,” “Yes boss,” Gladiator said. John relaxed further into his seat. “Wait, I see something….” Gladiator continued, his voice taking on a static noise towa

John hurried after Sara, who was almost sprinting, weaving her way between and around shoppers in the mall. They beeline for the cloth section where two of Lucy’s men stood guard, imitating the security personnels in the mall. “What’s wrong?” John asked Sara. “I don’t know what to make of it,” Sara led John into the building. Police officers were moving around, taping a section of the cloth line with their yellow tape to keep off visitors. John’s heartbeat increased, fearing the worst had happened to Rita. “Excuse me,” one officer said. “You can’t be here. This is a crime scene,” “No, you don’t understand. I rushed to get my friend because my bag is in that section,” Sara explained, trying to push her way through. She succeeded long enough for John to peek through and see that on the floor lay two Spectre men with a bullet to their skull. Rita’s phone, pink in its outer cover, lay a few feet from them, damaged beyond repair. John searched the section with his gaze, looking fo

SARA WALKED INTO the building with a black sports bag hung over her shoulder. She's geared for sport, rubiing a towel on her sweaty face while breathing heavily. She opened her water bottle and drank from it.John and Gladiator crouched underneath the stairs, fully dressed and bent over a tablet. Studying faces. “Hey guys,” Sara called. John waved her over and Gladiator winked. “Did you boys spend the night under the stairs?” “Nah,” Gladiator shook his head. “We took turns playing watchman. Each managed a couple hours of sleep.” Sara glanced at John with an eyebrow raised in surprise. “You played watchman? That's a new one.” John laughed and stood up. “Check it out. There's something I need you both to do,” John gave the tablet to Sara. There were three guys portrait photographs and Sara scrolled through. “What's this about?”“Three of the men were present on the night Xavier shot me out a window. They're part of his loyal squad. Find them, and we can get information out of them.