It was already 8:00am, Melvin and his platoon were already at the intersection of Donald emporium waiting patiently for Jones' arrival. He wasn't there to strike the deal as proposed, but to gun down Jones and get Helena without handling over Holly Minard.Joan walked to Melvin and said, “It's getting late, boss.”“I know… But I'm not leaving here without taking down that wimp.” Melvin responded with so much serious in his voice.With no gap in time, Two blue SUVs accompanied by a patrol car shoved in, in the opposite direction, but kept their distance.“Get ready….” Melvin said via the spy microphone.The cars, except for the patrol car, halted to a stop at the intersection of the emporium. The patrol car limped slowly to the side of the intersection. There were also two other black sedan cars coming from the left direction.“We got two black sedan cars coming leftward,” one of the lackeys who was placed to spy on the surrounding said to Melvin via the microphone.“What?!!” Melvin ex

When Holly Minard woke up, the darkness in the room shadowed her. It wasn't the darkness that resulted in the discomfort, it was the effect of the backhand slap, which still felt like it happened a minute ago.Looking at her suit trousers, she saw that they were shimmering with a blue haze. She snatched her head up to see the security camera hung on the wall with a hook underneath the gap of sliding. As she stood up, propelling herself towards the direction of the blue haze, every light in the room was switched on in unison. She gasped and pressed her hands to her eyes, force tossing her backward. The enlightenment had totally swayed her head with stars and caused a loss in balance. She squinted at the glare, anticipating a door to be opened. With no gap in time, a door from behind opened.“Come on,” said a burly man whose eyes only were hazardous, unlike his lovely voice. Minard staggered forward with her eyes slowly adjusting to the light.“Sit…and eat,” the burly man said. She da

It took just an hour drive from the quarter to the safe house, as Alan put it. It was actually a safe house designed for Ty and his men. Ty was a semi-professional boxer, who was so carefree and bossy in behavior, but that didn't change him when Jones contracted him. His loyalty preceded him, and Jones valued loyalty above all.“Come on… You don't give up, hit harder,” Ty urged the two boxers in the boxing ring.“Who do you suggest to be the winner?” Alan asked as he sat close to Ty.Ty pointed at the burly guy whose skin was almost blue with tattoos. “He's gonna win as usual.” The other guy sparring in the ring had a clean skin with a pigtail hair. The sound of leather smacking hard and the cheer-on from other guys echoing in the vast space that early morning woke Holly Minard up. She wasn't sleeping with so much comfort, so any little distraction was a full distraction.“Hello Minard,” Ty greeted when she walked towards the boxing ring.“How are feeling?” He asked.“Uhm… Not bad, j

The rasp of the metal door opened slowly on its hinges, followed by a squeaking produced by the metal bob swinging back and forth. The high-pitched sound of the swinging metal bob de-escalated as Melvin's guys steal in. When Alan got there, the metal door was already ripped off and smoke filled the air, with a non-stopping fire, making it difficult for Alan to see his target. It was a chaotic and dangerous situation, with bullets whizzing past and ricocheting off metal surfaces.There were lifeless bodies on the ground when visibility was restored. Alan, who was behind a pillar that connected to the entryway leading to the stairwell, came out with his pistol ready to pull the trigger, if necessary. He moved surreptitiously towards the boxing ring. Well, he was wondering why there was a sudden break in the gun shots. A slightly overweight guy lunged at Alan as he drew closer to the boxing ring, but he quickly darted to the left and unleashed a devastating punch to his chin with his e

Melody hurled herself into his arm. Despite the cuffs on his hands, he was able to anticipate the hug. He felt like airing everything out to her, but the thought of ruining things struck him, and the only thing he could think of that moment was the romantic replays he believed Gaston had with Melody.“Do you still love him… Gaston,” Jones whispered to her. She stalled a little and laggardly loose her firm clasped.“Jones… I know you don't have a violence blood. You're not Gaston, so why are you doing this??,” Jones knew she was trying to evade his question. So he asked again.“Do you still love Gaston?” Despite Jones anticipation, she didn't say a word.“I will take your silence for a yes.”“And.uhm… all of these... ...” He exhaled sharply and continued. “There's nothing you can do about it, but there is a help you can render. Find whoever is trying to bury Gaston”“There is no one trying to bury him, the evidence was real. He killed the attorney general.”“No… The evidence was cooke