It seemed like the next plausible thing to do. Master Woods clearly expressed his disappointment in Archer's deviation from his mission, even though it was for a good cause, uncovering Big Dot's identity was not part of the mission given to him.As he strode rather briskly towards the car, Mercy's words reechoed in his mind. "With great power comes great responsibility," he muttered under his breath, the words slipping out with visible effort. Archer was just about to step into the car held open, when Tangie unexpectedly hugged him from behind. Her eyes welled up with tears as she felt his pound heavily. Tangie thought it was the frustration of having missing pieces of the puzzle scattered all around, she thought her unsolicited hug would reassure him and at least soften his hard gaze. For a moment, Archer held still, his heavily pounding heart reduced its race, gradually coming to a slow rise and fall.But her consolation lasted only for a moment, soon Archer's fury was replaced

Celestine gazed at the message from Lebanon, his thoughts racing in all directions. “What does it say?” Tangie asked, her voice quivering with urgency. Mr Mathew unable to contain his curiosity, strode briskly towards him and peered at the message across the screen.His expression softened as the words sank in.Tangie’s heart raced as she approached them, scanning their faces for reassurance that her husband was at least safe like they said.Finally, Celestine raised his gaze, his eyes reconnecting with Tangie as he read aloud. “The Poseidon night has been cancelled until further notice, please inform President Archer.”The words hung in the air, its meaning unclear to Tangie. “That’s a good thing, right?” She asked, “That could be a sign that he’s safe, right?” The anxiety within her weighing on her tone. “I mean, no one knows he has the Poseidon Statue, that could be a good reason to cancel…” “Tangie, that is not all…” Mr Mathew muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.Tangie’

Tangie's eyes sparkled as the lights of the mansion reflected on the steely body of thee revolver. "I... I dont understand. What's going on? Why would he send me a gun?" Mr Adejobi’s expression remained solemn as he replied, "I don't know for certain but, the one reason I can think of is, he wants you to be safe.""Well, I can't shoot anyone, it is illegal.""Not if someone breaks into your home, and threatens you. It is called self defense.""Mr Adejobi, I don't understand, is anyone coming after me? I need to know, please.""I suppose he assumes that whoever is in desperate need of the items will come after him,..." Mr Adejobi explained, his eyes bearing his concern for her. As if a shot of adrenaline had just been injected in her, Tangie's squared her slouched shoulders, gazing at the gun with resolve. "A revolver allows you to shoot many times without reloading." She said, "I'm ready." Mr Adejobi released a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, he scanned the open field

Six guards stood between him and Master Woods, their swords pointed at him gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting their determination to stop him. Before he came to the temple, he knew gaining access would not be easy but he didn’t expect to fight with six Kenjutsu martial artists. As he calculated his move, the lead guard made the first move, swinging his sword with fierce intent. But Archer quick on his feet, sidestepped the attack with effortless footwork, his grip on the briefcase tightened simultaneously.A silent war brewed within Archer, even if he had a chance to win against the guards, Master Woods would be unpleased that he chose to fight over reasoning. Before he could say another word, all six guards gained in on him. By instinct, Archer’s skills in martial arts took over. His fists and feet moved faster than his mind, surprising the guards with precise counterstrikes.Protecting his briefcase with one hand, his one free hand was burning from overuse, sweat beaded on his

Archer Williams woke up with a throbbing headache, chants resounded distantly in his head accompanied with shimmering cymbals and soft hums.Forcing his eyes open, he was instantly greeted by harsh sun light pouring directly from the window- a stark contrast of what he last remembered.Archer recoiled, instinctively clenching his eyes shut against the harsh sunlight."Open your eyes," a soft voice ordered, and Archer obliged, squinting his eyes open.His headache intensified by the moment, the chants that seemed so distant now echoed around him, but with no visible singers.He turned around, in a desperate search for the owner of the voice who was tending to him- Master Woods. "Why did you come? And how did you find me?" He asked, watching him struggle with himself.His question suddenly reminded Archer of the briefcase he had risked his life to protect. "The briefcase," he muttered, scanning the room with his eyes only, since his body was too weak to move. Finally, at a corner in