As Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont alighted from the car that drove them into the police town, both of them strode into the bustling police station, the air heavy with tension and urgency. The sterile walls echoed with the sound of conversations and ringing phones. As they entered, their footsteps reverberated through the corridor, drawing the attention of the officers on duty. "Compose yourself, that's Mr. Loughty." Murmurs of admiration went on underneath. As they entered, Nicholas approached a uniformed police officer, his expression serious yet searching. "Is Mr. Singh available?" he inquired, his tone firm. The officer nodded in response, acknowledging Nicholas's inquiry. "Yes, he's in his office. Please come with me," the officer gestured, leading Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont down a series of hallways to the chief's domain. Upon reaching the chief of police's office, Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont were greeted by a warm smile from Mr. Singh. Rising from his chair, Mr.

Together, Mr. Du Pont and Shane hurried towards the door, the sense of impending danger hanging heavy in the air. With a swift motion, Mr. Du Pont pushed open the door, only to come face to face with a guard standing sentinel just outside. Their eyes locked in a moment of shock, realization dawning on them both as they stood frozen in place. The air crackled with tension, the silence broken only by the pounding of their hearts in unison. "I knew it!" Shane muttered beneath his breath, blinking severally. At the doorstep stood a guard, a platter of food in his hand, his expression morphing from confusion to suspicion as he took in the unexpected sight before him. His stern gaze bounced between Mr. Du Pont and Shane, a question lingering in the air. "What's going on here?" the guard inquired, his voice laced with authority. Mr. Du Pont didn't say a word, he and Shane stood there, staring at him. Just as the guard was about to alarm the rest of the guards, Mr. Du

Niçholas sat down at the metal table in the dimly lit visitor's room, his anticipation obvious in the tense silence that hung heavily in the air. The stark fluorescent lights overhead cast shadows that danced across the walls, adding an eerie aura to the room. Alot was going on in his head as his eyes darted around the room. The RMI and the deeds they've done just within a month is baffling and it just made Nicholas look weak. It was as though he was battling with a ghost. He couldn't see who was against him, he knew nothing about whoever it was all he see what their actions. He impatiently tapped his feet on the cold linoleum floor, the rhythmic sound echoing through the room as he waited restlessly for the attendants to bring in Mr. Philips. Mr, Philips could spread more light this issue, he reckoned. Because if Mr. Philips was not part of the RMI, then there would still be someone out there whom Shane was trying to protect. After what felt like an eternity, the he

Nicholas held his jaw in contemplation as he paced back and forth in his office. The weight of the situation he had found himself in suddenly seemed to rest heavy upon his shoulders, evident in the deep furrows etched into his brow. His usually smoothly pressed suit appeared rumpled. His forehead was covered with sweat, he was so hot despite how cold the weather outside was. "I ain't dreaming," he kept repeating as he mulled over India's words. If anyone had told him that India would ever act that way towards him, he wouldn't believe it and now, everything just suddenly felt sickening. As he moved back and forth, lost in his thoughts, the heavy oaken door to his office swung open with a quiet creak. In strode Mr. Du Pont, his expression one of concern as he observed Nicholas's agitated state. Upon catching sight of Nicholas, Mr. Du Pont's usually stoic demeanor faltered for a brief moment before he strode forward, his brow furrowed in obvious worry. "Mr. Loughty, wh

After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Philips started to pace back and forth in the dimly lit room of the police quarters, anxiety gnawing at his insides. With each passing minute, his patience wore thinner, his anticipation building up as he awaited Nicholas's return. Nicholas didn't have all the powers it takes to release him if the C.O.P says No and that was his biggest fear at the moment. The air around him felt heavy with tension, the only sound filling the room being the distant murmurs of voices and the occasional footsteps echoing down the hallway. Finally, the door creaked open, and Nicholas stepped inside, a sense of urgency written all over his face. "Mr. Philips," he began, his voice laced with gravity, "the chief of police has agreed to your release. So, you can leave anytime from now. However, as you know, investigation will still be ongoing." Mr. Philips's eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of hope sparking within him. His lips curled into a joyful smile