Malcolm cleared his throat; he scanned each of us with his aging eyes as we listened with kin interest. Every point he has mentioned is sealed in my brain."The journey is not as dangerous as you think it is. The Zygars are a very dangerous opposition group. They never wanted us to spread throughout the nation; their leader, Zanko, was second in command to the grandmaster, Chiffu, of the Scythe organization for years, and then a disagreement broke out. Zanko knew all the medicines the boss had and all the herbs to revive, kill, heal, and make sick. He learned the trick from his master and soon began to gather his master's followers for himself. He later planned a coup against his master, but he was betrayed by someone in his group for just a little money."."He was betrayed." Maxwell asked. His tone was a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Uncle Zander didn't tell him about what really happened with the Scythe masters. He listened keenly to the information the old man was giving hi

Last night was one of the most peaceful nights Maxwell has ever had. The beep from his phone got him tossing on the mini-framed bed.With his eyes closed, he reached out for the phone and placed it in his ear after swiping the receive button."You need to wake up, son." Zander's voice came booming into the phone. I got the report last night. You were knocked off.".Maxwell scoffed. He knew his uncle would always call to make mockery of him. He steadied himself on the bed and got up quickly. His voice still has a thick tone."I don’t know what that was." He said as he was wiping his face. As he spoke into the phone, he scanned the room. Mancho had gone out; the time on the wall displayed 6:45 a.m. Maxwell wondered where Mancho could have gone at this time of the day."We have a long way to go, Maxwell. Malcolm has asked that we train you properly. I will have Mancho teach you in my place."."Are you going out of town?""No, I shall be your supervisor in the meantime. Have you heard fro

I stood, inhaling every breath that wafted past my nostrils. I took a deep breath and shook my head."C'mon, man, get yourself together." Zander said, patting Maxwell on the back. Max grabbed his glasses and headed out.The trucks were set. Two were loaded with guns. The men called in to make sure we were on the right track.Carlos knows the city; his men are everywhere. We walked out of the building and hopped into the trucks. Mancho was rougher with the truck than the Bentley we had used some days ago. He galloped in and out of the rocky road. In about forty-five minutes, we drove to the house Zander had shown me in the photograph.I smiled. An old car stood messily in front of the building. We got straight into the house and surveyed the place. Zander burst the door open with one jab. We trooped in. Searching the entire house, from the sitting room down to the rooms upstairs. But we didn't find anything."He's smart, huh?" Zander said he adjusted his hat and called on us to follow

The morning Maxwell was to leave was the most emotional morning for Zander and Maxwell. Zander had come a few hours ago to check. He found Maxwell sleeping so much at peace. He quickly ordered his chef to make some food. A quick breakfast before he leaves would be just perfect.By the time Maxwell woke up, everything was set. He hurriedly took his bath and came downstairs to meet his uncle. What he needs to know about the family is all at his fingertips. He is even more grateful to Uncle Zander for helping him get through his most trying times.Having a famous supporter, as this was what he had always wished for, he couldn't ask for less. The timing was perfect. Grandpa knew what he was doing, coming to look for him just when he was grown and mature enough to carry out tasks without asking too many questions."Breakfast is served." The chef announced. A mid-aged woman, her bronze hair stood out on one side of the bonnet. She tucked it in and smiled at him.Maxwell returned the smile.

Maxwell arrived at Grandpa's house earlier than we had planned. He has decided to discipline himself to walk strictly on time. Zander would be disappointed if, after all, he had warned me about arriving for meetings late, which fell on deaf ears.Maxwell hopped on the second bus to grandpa's city, which was just about thirty minutes away from the Fairmont mansion where he lived. When the maids met me at the door, they bowed to me and greeted me politely. I responded to the greeting and went straight in search of Grandad. Zander had returned to his home, and Mirabela was at work. And since I do not have a job yet, I volunteered to go with Grandpa to play his favorite game. I strolled up the stairs into Grandpa's large room. Grandpa was already dressed in his golf clothes. A face cap, a white shirt, and a pair of tan pants. "You look handsome grandpa." I teased a bit. Grandpa always had that smile on his face each time I teased him about his physical looks. "I was the finest amongst