The Lefaye restaurant on Johnston has its parking lot full at three in the afternoon which is a rare occurrence. Most of its customers only started flocking in after seven in the evening. This was because most of these cars belonged to the Boltons and members of Sarah's gang, the White Spear group. Rose and Sarah stared at each other at the table between them in the reserved restaurant. "Ladies, let's not bite please," Chris said after he noticed the hostile air between them. He sat beside them, like an arbiter. "I see you brought your whole army, that means that she doesn't even trust me a bit?" Sarah grinned. Rose scoffed. "My men report snipers on the roof, I should say the same for you." "Can't we do this peacefully?" Chris demanded. Rose turned towards Chris. "I never believed your father would agree to this, I thought he would refuse. Look, Chris, let's do this alone, we don't need her," she begged Chris. "I understand what—what? So you thought Father would reject it? We

"Can you get inside," Chris demanded. He joined Sarah in the black van. "Hunh? Are you crazy? Do you know how shady that gambling club is? I could enter, but I don't wanna attract attention, I'm a woman." Sarah declined. She kept her eyes glued on Arthur as he shook hands with men and entered the building. "Why don't we check what's going on in his house? I mean, I'm not the only one thinking this is fishy right? What if they know we are watching them?" Chris asked. Rose dropped her headphones on the dash. "Impossible, you are insulting my hacking abilities," she glared at him. Chris rubbed his face. "No, not in that way. You know when bad people do bad stuff, they become very careful, I'm saying it in that fashion," Chris clarified. "So what's the word around here?" Sarah demanded. She didn't want to spend another minute here. If she got caught, she was twenty minutes away from help. Twenty minutes is enough to put a bullet in her skull stuff her body in an oil gallon and dip he

Chris stared at the plans, long after they had concluded the meeting. It was his first time, he didn't have much experience in it, but he felt super nervous. What if she got injured in transit when they were making their move? What if it is a trap like Rose said? At this point, he could still back out and—"Hey, what are you brooding about?" Sarah slapped his shoulder. Chris blinked several times and feigned a smile. "Nothing, I'm just nervous about all this. All this plans to save someone. I mean I was just a cleaner up until like months ago.""You are scared? Wanna back out?" She teased him. "No." Chris circled around the table. He picked up his bag and sighed at his watch. It was getting late. "I mean, even if I backed out, it is already out of my hands. My father also wants her back so yeah, I just acted like a catalyst here, nothing major." He wiped his nose. "Hmm, so what are you going to do that day?" Sarah folded her arms. "What do you mean what—I'm going to fight durrh

The sounds of the approaching vehicle were drowned out by the heavy fire of weapons. The convoy's escort was swiftly taken out to ease the extraction at the rear. Sarah glanced at the rearview mirror. The second escort was following close behind her with a man shooting at the convoy. "Phantom two, take it easy, keep your eyes on their main guns. We might be bulletproof, but our armor is no match against a 55. Caliber machine gun," Sarah warned them. "Scanning for thermal," Rose said. Her laptop was on her lap and she was struggling to work on it with Sarah's driving. Bullets ricocheted off the vehicle's body and Rose flinched. She kept her eyes on the computer and chose to put her trust in Sarah. "Do we have her?" Sarah asked. "Not yet, keep your eyes on the road. I will tell you when I see her on the thermal map," Rose said. A car from the envoy, a Ford SUV started slowing down and broke away from the group. It revealed two men with RPGs on their shoulders. "Rocket hot!" Sara

Rose was the first to scream. "It feels bad! Eyes on the road!""Oh shit!" Chris turned the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding collision with another van. He turned onto the highway and looked in the rearview mirror, they had company. "We have bogeys on our six," Chris said. "It means we've got company right?" He clarified. "Yeah I got it, do you have any other guns?" Sarah demanded. Chris turned back, and his eyes fell on Monica. It was the first time he had seen her in a long time. He had ignored her when she entered because he was focused on getting her to safety. "Monica," Chris said softly. She looked up at him, and her eyes watered. "Rose, can you take the wheels?" He demanded. "No! I'm working on calling reinforcement! Whatever it is that they are using to jam our signals, it's following us!" Her fingers moved at light speed on the small keyboard. "Chris, I asked for the guns?" Sarah was on the ladder that led to the roof. "I didn't carry any other guns, except the machine guns.