“This iguana! Who is he to reject my calls? After all I did for him; just few years ago he was kneeling and pleading before me like a baby to speak with the president and convince him to appoint him as the Chief Justice of the Federation. This ingrate!” Mr Winchester retorted in anger as the Chief Justice continued to decline their calls.“But sir, this does not add up. Why is he refusing to pick your calls when he does not know the central intelligence were trying to take down the platform on your behalf? Like why is he scared of answering your calls? This can only mean one thing; he knows you want the platform to be taken down, and he is scared as hell to take it down. He must’ve known who the new owner of the platform is and why he is haunting you this much”. Mr Charles thought out as he scratched his beards.“Try the line again, we have to reach him,” Mr Winchester instructed and his emissary dialed the contact for the 15th time within the last three minutes but the reply change

“The VC was furious when he came to know of my impeachment, he likes me and will never agree to my replacement like the dean claims. One day that truculent man will get a taste of his own medicine!” Michael muttered angrily as he headed to the Vice Chancellor’s office.The students were never allowed into the VC’s office unless he requests for you; his grumpy secretary scolded before turning down any student that came seeking audience with the VC.But there is always an exception when it came to a Winchester; he could walk in and out of the office hundred times a dayunquestioned like it were his room, but he hardly visit there except when there is a necessity just like today.So the secretary granted him audience with the Vice Chancellor without wasting a second when he requested.“Michael my boy, it’s been a long time. I heard about your mother, I am sorry. I know how hard it must be for you to move on easily since you never had the chance to experience her motherly love. On behalf o

“What have you done, Charles! You should be smarter than this; why didn’t you phone me directly to confirm whether I was truly the one that sent them?Even if they are real police officers like they said, why would you let them arrest your boss without an arrest warrant?” the inspector asked almost like a scold.It is funny how the tables turned for Mr Charles; just few minutes ago he was accusing and threatening the inspector for sending police officers to have his boss arrested. But at the moment he felt nothing but guilt and anxiety for the fear that he might had handed his boss into the hands of fake cops.“Come on, inspector you can’t be that certain they were not real police officers,” Michael asked with a false chuckle as he tried to keep the hopes of his father being in the hands of real police officers alive.“Beat it Michael! If your father was in the hands of real police officers, his face would have been all over the news before you arrived the station; it’s been all over

“Do you by any chance happen to know who this Winchester slayer is?” The inspector asked curiously.“No inspector, the Winchester slayer’s real identity still remains a myth to us. But we have come to learn he is not just rich but very influential as well; even the government officials are answerable to him,” Mr Charles said dejectedly.“There are billions of places where he could be holding Mr Winchester. Without knowing who he is, it’s almost impossible to find your boss. Do you at all happens to have any clue of how we might find him?” The inspector asked intriguingly but Mr Charles shook his head slowly.“I think I might know someone who might have a clue of who he is,” Michael said setting the men on their toes. “Mrs McCoy, am sure she knows who this Winchester slayer is,” Michael added.“I will send my men to bring her in for questioning, right now. Don’t worry she will definitely give us the information; even if it requires beating the hell out of her till she vomits it”.“No i

It was of no use struggling, the men overpowered them and covered their faces so that they did not see where they were been taken.Though the car drove on for only forty minutes, to them it felt like forever. Who wouldn’t feel that way when being taken to the unknown by thugs with your face covered.The car finally halted and the men dragged them out as Mr Charles continued to throw empty threats like he had been doing for the past forty minutes. “You morons! Get your dirty hands of me. Harm a hair on Michael and I promise you will never see the lights of day again”. But it fell on deaf ears, the men continued pushing and dragging them where they wanted to without uttering a word.Finally the thugs stopped, they thought they had arrived the location the thugs were supposed to take them. Suddenly, an electronic beep echoed and they could feel the room descending; they were actually in an elevator.It took several minutes before the elevator reached the ground floor. It was like descen